I'm headed to a bachelor party this weekend, and my friend, who's organizing it, has asked me to be a jester of sorts. I'm supposed to tell jokes on demand! What pressure!
We used to tell each other bad jokes in college, like this:
Two muffins are baking in an oven. The first muffin says, "wow, it's really getting hot in here." The second muffin says, "Holy smokes, a talking muffin!"
Anyway, you get the deal. CGB, please help! You're my only hope!
Wait, am I not at the word count yet? Hmm, ok, here's another one:
Thank you all, have a great day!
A Marshawnthusiast goes to the doctor. He says, "doctor, my balls are orange! I don't know what's wrong with me." So the doctor asks, "Do you eat a lot of carrots?" "No." "Do you wear gold pants?" "No." "Do you sit commando on the Memorial bleachers?"
"No. Listen doc, most nights I just stay at home and blog while I eat my cheetos."