Me: Knock knock.
Some dude on the street: Who's there?
Me: Whowhowho.
Dude: Whowhowho who?
Whowhowhowhowhowhowhowhowhowhowhowhowho.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Charlie.
Charlie who?
Charlie Brown! Good grief!
When your parents ask you to take out the trash, you knock out your brother, put him in a closet, and when your parents ask where he is, you say, "I took him out like you said."
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
You.
You who?
Who do you see over there???
Knock knock.
Who is there?
Mother.
Mother who?
Fuck off bichon, I'm your mother!
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Control freak.
Con...
Ok, now you say, "Control freak who?"
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Sister.
Sister who?
My sister's ass.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Fourth of April.
Fourth of April who?
May the fourth be with you!
Knock knock.
Jou is there?
Why don't you speak English?
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Covid.
Covid who?
The thing that killed half a billion people!
"Knock, knock." "Who's there?"
"Cargo." "Cargo who?"
"Cargo beep, beep, beep, be-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-b!"
Neighbor 1: Knock knock.
Neighbor 2: You forgot the 3rd knock.
Odin: .....
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Candis.
Candis who?
Candis nuts fit in your mouth?
Knock! Knock!
Who's there?
Momma?
Momma who?
Big Momma!
Guess what? Chicken butt.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Anal.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
My I.
May I who?
May I put this pussy on your mouth?
Knock knock.
Who is there?
Cows go.
Cows go who?
No, cows go moooooooooooo, not whooooooooooooooooooooo!
Knock knock. "Who's there?" "Grandma." "Oh, okay."
Nah, it's a penis.
Why did Sarah fall off the swing? She had no arms.
What did Sarah get for Christmas? I dunno, she hasn't opened it yet.
Knock knock...
Who's there?
Not Sarah.
When Pope Pius IX died, he went to Heaven, knocked at the door, and St. Peter opened it: "Who are you? What do you want?”
"I am Pope Pius. I want to come to Heaven.”
“Where do you come from?"
"Rome."
“What do you mean? Rome, Massachusetts, or Rome, New York?"
"No, Rome, Italy, of course."
“I'm very sorry, but I do not know you!”
To make sure not to erroneously deny access to an authorized person, Saint Peter takes the telephone, calls up God, and asks: "Hello, Boss, here is a guy who says he is the Pope of Rome, do you know him?"
"What do you mean: Rome, Massachusetts, or Rome, New York?"
"No, Rome, Italy, of course."
"No, sorry, I don’t know him.”
Saint Peter makes another telephone call and rings up Jesus: "Hello, Junior, here’s a guy who says he is the Pope of Rome, do you know him?"
"Rome, Massachusetts, or Rome, New York?"
"Rome, Italy."
"No, sorry, never heard of him.”
Saint Peter still does not give up and finally calls up the Holy Ghost and asks: "Hello, Smoky, here is a guy who says he is the Pope of Rome. Do you know him?"
"What does he mean, Rome, Massachusetts, or Rome, New York?"
"He says Rome, Italy."
"No, sorry, I’m afraid I do not know this guy." But then, after a very short while, he continues: "Wait, wait, tell me, is that the guy who invented the damn story about Mary and me?"
