Why did the octopus cross the road? To get to the other TIDE!!!🤣🐙🐙
why did the chicken cross the road ?to help steven hawkings cross
Why did Stephen Hawking cross the street
He didn’t he never did
Why did the duck cross over the cave? Because he wasn't a chicken.
IDK sorry...
What do you get when you cross a pediphile and an elementary school? Predator 3
Why did the chicken cross the road? To try to get away from the man. Why did the man cross the road? Because his d**k was stuck in the chicken.
Why did the pedo cross the road? To get to the pre-school on the other side.
Q. Why did the duck cross the road A. To get to the other side
Why did little billy drop his ice cream cone?
Cuz he got hit by a bus while crossing the street.
Why did the child cross the road? To get to the church. Knock-Knock. Who's there? The Priest... Lets go to my office, because I'm totally not a pedophile.
what do you get when you cross a belt and a watch?
a waist of time
Question: How did the cat cross the river.
Answer: It didn’t, It drowned.
What's the difference between a chicken and me? None, they both don't watch right and left before crossing the road.
Why did sally cross the road? She didn’t wear her seatbelt
What happens when you cross a rhetorical question with a joke?
Why did the Mafia cross the road?
Forget about it...
Why did the stoner cross the road? He got so wasted, he thought he was a chicken.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because the chicken had 4 chicks and a cheating hen who all sucked out all his money he got from his extremely boring job, and he finally got some peace for himself and was going to the local bar, which was on the other side of the road. He walked in the door, wings sagging, feathers catching on his claws. The bartender eyes him as he sits on a bar stool. "Chuck, how ya doin'? The missus doin' good?" "Just give me the hardest stuff you got. I'm done." This caught the bartender by surprise. "Chuck, come on, don't be sayin' that. Just look to the future and you'll be fine." "What future?" Chuck replied in a huff. "My wife and chicks are so goddamn pestering sometimes, you know? But if I leave, they'll all suffer, and I don't want that either. Oh, God, Phil, I don't know what to do." "You know, you've got a good heart for a rooster your age," Phil answered. "We need that in these parts. I'm tellin' ya, there will be more than what's happenin' right now, ya know, life's got all its gears turning for ya, and there's just a bit slow right now. The gears haven't been oiled in a while, but who's the only one who can fix that?" Chuck knew the answer. "Me." Phil returned with his drink. "McClucken's Whiskey, on the house." Chuck glanced at his glass. He held it up to the light. His face reflected in an aura around it, neither looking forward to the light and not backward, either. "No thanks, Phil," Chuck sighed, "But thanks anyways." He went to get up out of his chair. Phil called as he walked out the door, "Just remember to oil the gears every now and then, eh?" Chuck's comb flapped in a cool breeze brought in by the season. A bench was nearby, staring across to the other side. And he just sat there, sat there thinking. Cars blurred to a colorfully colorless nothingness as he thought in silence. He could see an open window in his mind, full of chickens: a sassy hen, two identical sportish chick; another, older than the two, and body bristling with blue comb-dye and the latest thing he watched online fresh on his Chickstagram page; finally, the first of the bunch, shy, bookish, with a secretly courageous soul. They all looked... worried, worried for the rooster who guided them, helped them grow, supported them... and all looking out of the window back at him. A single tear welled in Chuck's eye. The chicken walked back across the road to his family, to his friends, and to the life he was content with.
Why did the turky cross the road?
Answer:
To prove it wasn't chicken!
Q:Why did the baby cross the road?
A:it wasn't in its car seat