Knock knock. Who's there? Ya. Ya who? Sorry, I prefer Google.
A piece of toast and a hard boiled egg walked into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve breakfast here."
Some day, Canada will take over the world. -- And then we'll all be sorry.
"I'm sorry," the doctor says, "you have rare and very contagious disease. We must quarantine you and you'll only be fed cheese and bologna."
"Will that cure me?" the patient asks.
"Well, no," the doctor replies, "but it's the only food that will fit under the door."
A hamburger walks into a bar.
The bartender says, "I'm sorry. We don't serve food here."
