If you eat a lot of rosemary, you will have more recurring dreams. If you eat a lot of rosemary, you will have more recurring dreams.
I have a really stubbly beard. My beard is so stubbly, I had to type this joke with my tusks.
Do trees with body dysmorphic disorder think every bird is a woodpecker?
A dog walks into a bar and says, “Yelp!” The bartender says, “Good dog.”
What type of candy bar is fastest: pun size.
What type of woolly mammoth either loves or hates construction sites, I don’t know—and who cares?
Desert pro-tip: eh, what the heck, leave the oasis.
My rabbits are very feline: lately, they have been reading books meant for my dog.
What’s the least deadly part about my music? Well, there’s less arsenic in the flute—now.
How many 3-D printers did Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart use to invent the light bulb? Zero—and voila!
The universe is really big. Compared to what? I bet the universe thinks we’re really small.
Whoops, I almost fainted there—whew! That’s a joke, that counts as a joke.
I feel bad for dodo birds. I mean, you want to be physically strong for your size, but you also want to never go extinct.
What if all crime actually started as random security checks?
Q: Then why did the security checks exist?
A: Well, I don’t see any crime, do you?
Something you don’t want to hear on your driving test: “I’m not a driving-test proctor, if that’s even what they’re called—heh heh, what we’re called. I didn’t just say this.”
I’m a right-side-up guy: I fall asleep as soon as my feet hit the pillow.
I’m afraid of sharks. Jaws is my favorite movie—because it is about fear of sharks.
Someone with laryngitis thinking of a joke: “I am only going to say this zero times.”
A person who can talk but who can’t think: “I’m just thinking out loud.”
He lost a bet: Sonic the Hedgehog to serve human meat at my house.
If a tree falls in the desert—and that’s a pretty big “if”—does it make a sand?
There are not enough letters in the alphabet. I know what would solve the problem: more letters!
Patient: “Doctor, I have a favor to ask. Would my child-prodigy son be able to perform the operation? It would mean a lot to my wife. Whoops, wrong son! Billy that’s not a scalpel!” (The anesthesia begins kicking in.) “I guess I should count down from beep… hey-o!” (patient flatlines.)
I practice negative psychology: I see that somebody’s at a +4 mood-wise, I try to get them down into the dumps, into the negative numbers, that kind of thing.
“This might give me an idea,” I thought.
I need a low-calorie flarf. Long story, but I eat my flarfs. You guessed right: I eat the flarf last.
You ever give yourself a little depression to take the edge off your anxiety?
You know, sometimes I think some people have the tip of the iceberg as the part of the iceberg that is underwater, and vice versa—and don’t get me started on this.
I invented a rat trap that really sticks to your hand.
I’m a glass-half-full sort of pessimist: you might tell me that I have “some cheese Danish on my nametag,” but the way I prefer to think about it is, “there’s a cheese Danish with my name on it.”
I always try to get what I want; and if I don’t get what I want, I just sour grapes it.