Writing jokes
Want to hear a joke about paper? Never mind, it's tearable.
I had to write an essay about Africa, and I failed because I plagiarized the Hunger Games script.
My three favorite things are eating my family and not using commas.
Please write your comment.
But do not use words like monkey, donkey, loser, etc.
I was going to tell you a joke about a pencil, but now it is pointless.
I'm a big fan of white boards; they're remarkable.
I sat down and wrote a joke.
I told my wife I needed a blood transfusion when I could not remember. She said, "Be positive too."
Bad, I am now a ghost writing this.
All these jokes are pen-ful to read.
That moment when you realize you do not have a joke and someone ends up laughing at what you still wrote anyway.
A man puts in ten jokes into a joke contest. He hopes that at least one will win. Sadly, no pun intended.
If you put a million monkeys at a million keyboards, one of them will eventually write a Java program. The rest of them will write Perl programs.
Why can't poor people write jokes?
Because they make no cents.
A pun, a play on words, and a limerick walk into a bar.
No joke!
In the realm of the mind, Where thoughts wander undefined, This sentence emerges, unconfined, A whimsical phrase, quite inclined.
It dances freely, unrestrained, No structure, no rules, it's unchained, A playful verse, with words unfeigned, The first to surface, unrestrained.
It holds no grandeur, nor deep insight, Just a simple thought, taking flight, A fleeting notion, shining bright, In the realm of words, it feels right.
This sentence, unburdened and free, Plays with language, wild and carefree, A tiny poem, as small as can be, Yet it speaks volumes, silently.
So let it wander, let it roam, Across the page, it finds a home, Unfettered by rhythm, it freely roams, This sentence, the first, stands alone.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Dyslexic.
Dyslexic who?
You.
I saw an advertisement for colored pens and how they write. They take a blue pen and write "blue," a yellow pen and write "yellow." I was inspired too.
I took a pen, filled it with my blood, and wrote "AIDS."
Want to hear my pencil joke? Wait, I'm still writing it.
What does Stephen King call his wife...
The black hole.
Been learning Chinese...
69 is too-can-chew.