Paul told us this one while we were playing cards, and my Mom and I cracked up! (He claims it's an old joke, but I had never heard it before, so it struck me funny!)
Question: Why was six afraid of seven?
Answer: Cause seven ate nine.
We all need a good laugh! Post 'em if you got 'em!
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Why are there no Fourth of July knock knock jokes?
Because freedom rings...
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.