What did the bra say to the hat?
You go on a head. I’ll give these two a lift.
The Circle of Life.
I bought a wastebasket the other day and carried it home in a plastic bag.
When I got home, I put the plastic bag in the wastebasket.
The man says, “My bulldog is cross-eyed. Is there anything you can do for him?”
The vet says, “Well, let’s have a look.”
He picks the bulldog up and examines his eyes.
Finally he says, “I’m going to have to put him down.”
“What? Just because he’s cross-eyed?”
“No, because he’s really heavy.”
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
The politician’s absence went unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
I saw her sitting at the bar. I approached. “Hello,” she said in a voice so husky it could pull a dog sled.
Bob pulled back, emotionally, just like a bicycle rider lifts his butt from the seat when he sees a bump coming.
He felt used and abandoned, like two halves of an Oreo cookie after someone has already licked the cream out of them.
Two hot dogs and a hamburger walk into a bar.
The bartender says, “I’m sorry, we don’t serve food here.”
A father dressed up as Santa and asked his son what he wanted for Christmas.
The boy cried, “An electric train set!”
“If I bring you the train,” he told him, “your dad might want to play with it too. Is that all right?”
The son became very quiet.
The father asked, “What else would you like Santa to bring you?”
The son replied, “Another train set.”
My jokes are still in alpha.
Hopefully, soon, they’ll get beta.