Mean ol' Bubblehead, the human I live with, is making me clean my room.
What does it matter to him whether or not my room is clean?
After all, I live in it, not him. He has his own room.
I guess it didn't help when he called my room a pig sty. That was when I reminded him yet again that I am a baby companion dragon, and if he wanted to see a pig sty, he should look at his own room.
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| Waxy's impression of her guardian Bubblehead. |
So...
Here I am cleaning my room. Finding a lot of jokes I've yet to tell, so I'll share some of them with you now. Ready?
Where do Beach kings live?
In Sand Castles.
Do Snap, Crackle, and Pop have Twitter accounts? I could go for some Rice Crispy Tweets.
Are women building a house called Carpenter Aunts?
The knight’s cellphone battery was low, so he rode into battle on his charger.
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| The Joke File |
A Lumberghini.
I'm not lazy. It's just that my recliner and I go way back.
Bubblehead might be having me clean my room, but it's time for him to clean the fridge.
I just went to get a drink and something in there closed the door, complaining I was disturbing its nap!
And on that note🎵...
Have a great week everybody, and please be back here again next weekend for more Sunday Funnies!—wd.
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