You call the sun rose and the wind blue. Ha!
Long ago, I thought it would be cool to make a living off writing jokes, gags, and other ha-ha stuff. What happened? Funny-on-the-brain constipation. Turns out I am much too serious for my own good, like lately. Qué bummer! Yeah, I know this slang is dating me. For sure. Anyway, now and then, some good jokes (from my perspective) grace my mind. So, for today's post, I thought I'd share three of them.
What do you call lanes that police race on?
Bacon strips. Was that a groan I heard?
What was the revolutionary soldier's favorite dish?
Chicken Catch-a-Tory. Ba-da-bing!
Miguel and his auntie were eating in their favorite Mexican restaurant. As his auntie reached across the table for a dish, Miguel noticed her ripped sleeve and asked, "Tore, tia?" Bazinga!