Why jokes
Jayden March, a name so bold, Never knew the joy of cookies untold. In a world of sugar and sweet delight, He stood apart, an unusual sight.
While others indulged in sugary bliss, Jayden abstained, dismissing the kiss Of chocolate chips and dough so divine, His willpower strong, his resolve intertwined.
No oatmeal raisin or double fudge, Could tempt his taste buds, not even a nudge. For Jayden March, a different path he took, In a world of cookies, he never partook.
His reasons unknown, a mystery untold, Perhaps he sought something purer than gold. Or maybe he craved a different kind of treat, One that couldn't be found in a cookie sheet.
But as the years passed by, curiosity grew, Whispers of wonder, questions anew. Why did Jayden March deny such delight? Was there a secret hidden in his resolute fight?
Some say he found solace in nature's embrace, In the rustle of leaves and the wind's gentle pace. Others believed his heart sought a different reward, In acts of kindness, love freely poured.
Jayden March, a man of mystery and grace, Marched to a beat only he could embrace. In a world of cookies, he found his own way, Leaving us wondering, pondering day by day.
For though he never tasted the sweetness of a treat, Jayden March's story remains incomplete. A reminder to us all, to explore and define, Our own desires, our own paths to find.
So let us celebrate Jayden's unique choice, And listen to the whisper of our own inner voice. For in a world of cookies, may we remember, That sometimes it's the journey, not the taste, we treasure.
Fork pierces the flesh. Guided by hunger's demand, Savoury feast waits.
Tines dig deep within, Seeking the sustenance craved, A mealtime delight.
Belly grumbles loud, Yearning for nourishment's touch, Fork answers the call.
Food on the platter, Fork dances with anticipation, To satiate hunger's plea.
Digestion begins, Fork's journey now complete, Nourishing the soul.
Why does the fork go? To bring joy to empty hearts, Satiating needs.
In the stomach's depths, Fork finds purpose and solace, A culinary bond.
With each mealtime tale, The fork carves memories deep, In stomachs it rests.
Why can't British people play chess?
Because they lost their queen.
Why can't an orphan be gay?
Because they don't have anyone to call "daddy". (My bad if this offended anyone.)
Why is Santa always so jolly? Because he knows where all the naughty girls live.
Why do they call matches, matches?
They all look the same.
Why do Asians excel at math?
Because their dog can never eat their homework.
Why are carpenters never horny after work?
Because they’ve already spent all day getting hammered and nailing things.
Why are obese jokes so offensive?
Because fat people have enough on their plate.
Why do emos suck at playing tic-tac-toe on their wrists?
Because when they win, they lose.
Why do people in Alabama like peanut butter and jelly?
Because it's in bread.
Why did the blonde stare at the Ford?
Because it said, "Focus."
Why do Blondes never suffer from headaches?
No brain, no pain.
Why was Helen Keller slurring her fingers?
She was drunk.
Why didn’t the emo attend her grandma’s funeral?
She thought her grandma was trying to flex.
Why did the emo kid get mad?
I wore a “Just Do It” shirt.
Why are Indian people bad at Monopoly?
Because whenever they hit the corner, they build a shop.
Bin Laden’s kid comes sad from school.
“Dad, I got an F in Geography class!”
“Why is that?”
“The teacher asked me what’s the tallest building in New York and I said ‘Empire State Building.’”
Bin Laden waits a moment and then replies, “Let dad handle this one.”
Why aren’t Make-A-Wish kids allowed to fly?
Because they rarely make it out of the terminal.
Why does the military recruit orphans?
Because homing missiles don’t target them.