Why jokes
Why are orphans not that good at baseball?
They can never hit a homerun.
Why did the pencil want to kill himself?
He had no point in life.
I watched a movie with a lot of ketchup on the ground.
I don't know why my friends look disgusted.
Why did the math book kill itself?
It had too many problems.
Why can't Chinese people play baseball?
Because they ate the bat.
Why did Joe Biden pull out of the Afghanistan war?
Because it was over 18 years old.
Why couldn't Sally get back up? Because she has no friends.
Why did Sally fall off the swing? Because she had no arms.
Why are gay men better than straight women?
Because gay men are more willing to look after kids once they swallow them.
Doctor: What is your zodiac sign?
Patient: Cancer, why?
Doctor: What are the chances?
Patient: Of what?
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.