Speaking of discomfort, I ran across an excellent dad joke this morning:
How do you say constipation in German?
Farfrompoopin. Except in the region of Bavaria where the word is stoppenzeploppin.
My wife will eventually read this and when she does I bet she will ask herself this question: “My husband is getting ready to turn 65 years old. When in God’s name is he going to stop with these juvenile dad jokes??” This is a perfectly reasonable question for her to ask. With age is supposed to come wisdom, maturity, and seriousness of purpose. I suppose it’s not a good look to be making bathroom jokes at this stage of the game. I mean, the country is 31 Trillion dollars in debt, our President is within months of incontinence, and people are dying in Ukraine and what am I doing? Inflicting cringeworthy dad jokes on my beleaguered readership. Well, I am seriously considering growing up…but first there’s this:
A dinosaur named Sarah opened a women’s clothes store.
She called it Try Sarah’s Tops.
You should never challenge death to a pillow fight…
Unless you’re willing to face the Reaper cushions.
The Air Force has built new missiles filled with strawberry jelly.
They are designed to jam enemy radar.
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