I moved into an all electric house. I forgot and left the porch light on all day. When I got home, the front door wouldn't open.
I got a garage door opener. It can't close. Just open.
You know how it is when you go to be the subject of a psychology experiment, and nobody else shows up, and you think maybe that's part of the experiment? I'm like that all the time.
I went over to a neighbor's and asked to borrow a cup of salt. "What are you making?" "A salt lick."
There aren't enough days in the weekend.
My friend Sally is a nudist. I went to her house. The closets have no doors. The walls are covered with see-through wallpaper.
Sally plays strip poker. Whenever she loses, she has to put somethiing on.
Droughts are because God didn't pay His water bill.
Is "tired old cliche" one?
If you tell a joke in the forest and nobody laughs, was it a joke?
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