Building jokes
Who are the fastest readers?
9/11 victims because they went through 80 stories in 10 seconds. 😂
"Hola soy Dora, do you see Donald Trump? That’s right, he’s at my house, and he’s building a wall to separate me and Caillou. And Mami won’t let him, so she was walled alive!"
Why did the clock go out to the gazebo? To spend some time out.
What do the Twin Towers and your siblings have in common?
Once they turn 18, they never come back.
What did the 9/11 survivor say when he went back to his family? "You won't believe it! The Twin Towers became conjoined twins when it happened!"
Why were the Twin Towers knocked over? Chuck Norris was leaning on one of them.
You know I used to call my dogs' balls the Twin Towers, until they came rumbling down.
I guess in British chess they play without a queen...
But in American chess they play without two towers.
Why didn’t the construction worker build a bridge?
He was scared to get across.
What’s the difference between the twin towers and your parents?
Nothing, they are both just memories.
What did the north tower say to the south tower?
"Let’s talk later, I gotta catch a plane."
A physicist sees a young man about to jump off the Empire State Building.
He yells, "Don't do it! You have so much potential!"
My wife told me I could never, ever build a car out of spaghetti. You should have seen the look on her face when I drove pasta!
Why is the Leaning Tower of Pisa leaning? Because it has faster reflexes than the Twin Towers.
Why can't America play Clash of Clans?
Because they already lost two towers.
This guy goes to the doctor and says, “I think I’m a wigwam, no, I think I’m a teepee, no, I must be a wigwam, no, a teepee.”
The doctor tells him, “I think I understand your problem. You’re two tents.”
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.
For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.
Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.
For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?
Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.
Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.
For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.
So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.
I sleep in a castle once every 2 weeks.
It's my fort knight.
Are you a building because I rate you a 9/11?
Why were the Twin Towers mad when they ordered pizza?
One arrived plain, one came in late, one went to the wrong address, and the other one never came.
"Twin Towers?" More like "Broke Towers."