I wrote puns on a piece of paper like this:
P. P. P. P. U. U. U. U. N. N. N. N. S. S. S. S.
Then I showed them to my teacher, asking him what they had in common.
βThey are all very tearable,β he replied.
Well, there is one person who gets it!
They asked to tell them a joke, so I said no.
Why is Peter Pan always flying? He Neverlands!
Where do sheep go to get their hair cut? The baa-baa shop.
Why did Adele cross the road? To sing, βHello from the other side!β
How do trees access the internet? They log in.
Did you get them? Me neither. I mean, it is worst jokes ever. I'm kidding, I actually do understand them.
I walked into an orphanage and asked a kid why they were crying.
They said: "Because I lost my parents."
I said: "Let's find them."
They cried harder, so I walked out of the orphanage.
Why is the penis so light?
Because even thots can lift them.
Why do basketball players love cookies so much?
Because they can dunk them!
Why did Mozart kill all his chickens?
Because when he asked them who the best composer was, they all said, "Bach, Bach, Bach!"
Huh, I'm really pissed off. No matter how many jokes I make, no one likes them. ππ:'(:':πππΏππππ:(