Groaners of the Week
The friars at the nearby monastery got the brilliant idea to make and sell potato chips to visitors. Friar Gregor was shocked to find a chip that looked like a silhouette of him, and thought it would be great to make potato chips that looked like him and the other friars there. Friar Franz, who was a wet blanket, said, "Who would want to eat a chip monk?"
Why are hardback books so formal? Have you seen them go anywhere without a jacket?
Why did the not-so-smart-guy buy flourescent knee socks? So he would be bright from the neon.
I got to the part of the road where it diverged and I asked "Y, am I here?"
It's (Ad)just a Joke
This one comes from Pun.me's collection of Dad jokes.
A guy tried to sell me a mirror but I knew it was a scam, I could see right through it.
My take:
A guy tried to sell me a mirror but I knew it was a scam, upon reflection.
Things I Think I Thought
I think that the idea of canning pickles is jarring.
I think bankers have a lot of a loan time.
I think a long life is like good golf, the less strokes the better.
I think if you live like a log, you dialog.
I think that if you work in Information Technology, you really have to think about IT.
I think folks who install tires are real thread setters.
I think a serious amphibian is a solemn-mander.
I think my track coach thought I was an idiot for running 2 miles around the track after a big meal. All I know it was 8 laps in judgment for me.
A thought just crossed my mind and then it genuflected.
I think you can't really outrun ocean waves, but you can end up in a tide.
I think a good name for the middle of a tennis court is Annette.
I don't know who the killer is, but his last name starts with an "e"; But I think it's a Mister E to me.
I think naming my cat Minton was a good choice until he ran away from home. Someone said they saw him near a racquet sports facility, unfortunately it turned out it was a bad Minton match.
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