Why are there stitch marks on zombies? Who’s giving them medical attention?
Why did the chicken cross the playground? To get to the other slide.
As a kid, I accidentally locked myself in a locker for 3 hours. That’s how I know i’m becoming an adult. Now I lock myself out of things. Like my apartment or my car.
Sometimes my jokes feel like something you could read during a filibuster.
I would love to be surveyed for Family Feud. Just so there would be a few games where one person surveyed answered “Magic Bunnies!” Even when the question was, “Things you keep in the trunk of your car.” Or “Name a type of wood.”
Armadillo sounds like the exchange rate between arms and dillos. “You get an arm a dillo.”