Writing jokes

What did the author say when he got a correct answer? "I got it right!"

Cam was hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Um... (no idea what joke I should tell).

Did you hear that story "Three Lines in the Sand?" By dickadraggin'.

I don't have time to write this joke.

The greatest playwright in history found he couldn’t use lances. He could only use "Shake-spears."

Yo head so big I can skate on yo head.

I'm talking bout real real big, set a plate on yo head, charge a phone on yo head, build a home on yo head, studio wide, write a song on yo head.

I was writing my final exams, and I saw a question saying to name the smallest thing in the world. To my knowledge, I chose an atom.

My Chemistry teacher said it was PSG. I was shocked beyond repair. Shame on you, PSG, I'm now a college dropout!

Today there was a line to punch me.

Yeah, that was the punch line.

Why does the orphan can’t write a single word or sentence?

Because the orphan is dumber.

Why did the rapper bring a pencil to the concert?

In case he needed to drop some FRESH LINES.

What do you call a Panera Bread you write with?

Panera lead.

Nechen has been writing articles for the class for years.

Then the Guru asked him, "If I die now, what will be on my grave?" Fritchen searched for the plastic bag and shouted, "This is a protective bag!!"

When you are trying to write a speech about Columbus, don't make a joke that he was on a seafood diet because the audience might think you and Columbus were fat. You know, 'see food, eat everything.'

Once, asked if I played Scrabble, being dyslexic, I asked if it was the standard version or the deluxe dyslexic version.

Why did the rapper carry a notebook everywhere?

To jot down his RAP-SODIES.

My name is Mike Oxmaul, and my friend's name is Hugh Janus!

Do you want to hear a joke about paper?

Never mind, it's tear-able.

"Paper is 2D!" said Pen.

"No, it's 3D!" said Pencil.

After Pencil proved it to Pen, Pen said, "Oh, I suppose you're write."

Fritz Cheng was asked to write three articles on the subject. He went to his grandmother and advised her: "Question: Kill people! I am sorry, Mr. Fritz, I am looking for his brother—what do you suggest?"

Brother: "I'm Superman. I am Superman!"

Fritz remembers entering the room. That's Alfredo's question in front of the TV: "Do you have any advice?"

Fritz tells a story from his school days. "Remember our words?" said Professor Fleck. "An artist? Is that true? Frison, who are you?"

"I am Superman. I'm Superman," he said. "I hope to meet the president."