Friend: Hey, wanna race home?
Orphan: What home?
Don't treat her like a gold pump when she's treating you like a gray pistol. Put down a launch pad and rotate.
Mmmm, bread. I love Panera Bread.
This is unrelated, but where I live, there is no Panera Bread. Y'know what that's called?
No Panera Bread.
Don't ever tell somebody depressed to try again.
The wheelchair kid laughed at my test score, so I told him to stand up to the anthem.
Ok guys, I have one last joke (for now).
What do you call it when Panera is over?
Panera end.
Why are Americans so good at Rubik's Cubes?
They are skilled at separating colors.
Neither of them respect boundaries.
I was trying to hang the lights when I accidentally kicked the chair.