So I’m riding in the car with my dad and all of a sudden I smell something rank without warning.
My dad starts laughing at me.
Dad: “Son! That must have been an orphan fart! You know why?”
Me: “Why dad?”
Dad: “Because it ain’t got no pop!”
Why do orphans hate plane rides?
Because there’s no home to come back to.
(There was a mommy tomato, a daddy tomato, and a baby tomato.)
Baby: Wait for me!
(Father tomato walks back toward the baby.)
(He squishes the child.)
Father: Ketchup!
Why'd my grandpa fall over?
'Cause I clapped his cheeks, fool!
Why couldn’t the orphan play baseball?
He couldn’t get to home base.
Why do orphans miss every hit? Because no one is cheering for them.
I kicked my leg into my dad's balls in 1999.
My grandpa said my generation relies too much on technology.
Then I unplugged his life support. :)