All these 9/11 jokes need to stop.
My uncle died in 9/11. At least he died doing what he loves: flying planes.
I got these two people in my class we call them Twin Towers, so when I heard about it I threw a paper airplane at them.
"Hey, look, that plane is getting bigge-"
All these jokes are all plane.
The sexy towers are just like my sexy toes because when I crashed a plane into the tower, it burned and bled.
What does the plane that hit the Twin Towers and milk have in common?
My dad went to get both and never came back.
"September 11th plane driving classes for free."
If a chicken flies into the plane and the plane crashes, whose fault is it?
A: The driver's. Chickens can't fly.
What do you call an LGBTQ+ plane?
A biplane.