iamontheinternationalspacestationandthereisnowheretogetabeer.
thereisnospacebar.
Can a frog jump higher than a house? Of course, a house can’t jump.
I broke my finger last week. On the other hand, I’m okay.
I don’t get it.
“Per capita” means divided by the number of people aka population! ![]()
Or, to put it as a quiz:
Q: Which state has the highest population per capita?
Incorrect answer: Hmm, I’ll guess New York.
Correct answer: What a stupid question. The per capita population of all states is equal.
From the cashier at Trader Joe’s as he was scanning my groceries:
Do you know what happens when you kill too many chickpeas?
You get charged with hummus-ide.
What did the triangle say to the circle?
You’re pointless.
How do cows stay up to date? They read the Moo-spaper.
Did you hear about the Italian chef that died?
He pasta way!
What did the bee say to the flower?
Hello honey.
One more:
What makes pirates such good singers?
They can hit the high Cs!
I like telling Dad jokes.
Sometimes he laughs!
My first grade joke was “What has 4 wheels and flies?” A garbage truck - works better as a verbal joke.
Which car brand do most belly buttons prefer?
- Audi
(I’m keeping my day job)
Having waited at the gate for three hours due to numerous delays, Bill was hungry, so when he noticed the woman next to him eating a candy bar, he couldn’t help but smash her bliss bubble and insert himself into her situation:
“Pardon me, ma’am, but that candy bar looks really good! I have a few bucks – do you have another one by chance?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, no, I don’t,” she replied.
Cheeks turning peach, to pink, to crimson, Bill continued, “Hey, no problem. Guess I’ll grab a Hershey’s at the magazine store.”
“I’d rather eat chalk,” she said.
“Why is that?” Bill inquired.
“I’m a chocolatier,” she answered.
Bill’s pink face took on a look of confusion and he paused a few beats before ending the conversation with, “Lady, I’ve heard a lot of crazy things in my time, but this takes the cake. You are most definitely not a chocolate ear.”
How do you know that diarreah is genetic?
It runs in your jeans ![]()



