♫You butter watch out, you butter not cry, you butter not pout, I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town.♫
The annual Christmas team up between me and Autumn the Puppy is coming soon, but that doesn't mean I don't have plenty of jokes to share with you in the meantime. Ready?
My friend has black hair and her initials are PM and her boyfriend has blond hair and his initials are AM. They are as different as night and day.
Here is a mathematical trick. Take your age. Add five to it.
That is how old you will be in five years!
The police detective was questioning a chicken suspected of fowl play. "Which came first, you or the egg? Why does everything taste like you? Why did you cross the road? Why can't you say what is on the other side of that road?"
"Wait a second!" squawked the chicken. "What are you trying to do?"
"I'm grilling you," replied the detective.
My friend David had his ID stolen the other day.
Now we just call him Dav.
Robber, holding up a store: "Give me all your cash or you're geography."
Cashier: "Don't you mean history?"
Robber: "Don't change the subject."
And on that note♫, I hope everyone has a good week.
Don't let the over hypeness of the season get to you, and please be back here again next weekend for more Sunday Funnies.—wd.