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Chuck Norris jokes are allowed.
Momma jokes are allowed.
Chickens are allowed.
Chicken mothers are allowed.
Orphaned chickens, whom don't know their mother are also welcome.
Very forgetful chickens whom can't remember their brother, none the less, their mother, may be questioned, but ultimately will be allowed.
Roosters, all gaming birds, seagulls, and peasants will be allowed, but , to be frank, will probably not be the best choice for your joke.
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The Elf formerly known as Clay
Mom and I at the Beach
Clay and I
Mom and Clay
3 comments:
Okay, I got one:
A blonde nun named Martha Stewart walks into a bar carrying a watermelon, and... oh wait... nevermind...
Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.
Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. “Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”
“I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes” replies Watson.
“And what do you deduce from that?”
Watson ponders for a minute. “Well,
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Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.
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Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo.
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Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three.
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Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.
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Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe.
But what does it tell you, Holmes?”
Holmes is silent for a moment.
“Watson, you idiot!” he says. “Someone has stolen our tent!”
My Dad Is Better Than Your Dad
Three boys are in the school yard bragging about their fathers.
The first boy says, "My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a poem, they give him $50."
The second boy says, "That's nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a song, they give him $100."The third boy says, "I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a sermon...and it takes eight people to collect all the money!"
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