The piccolo Joke Poo: Title: What’s a Tomato’s Favorite Workout? A: Juicing exercises. Alright, let’s dissect this cucumber of a joke. Analysis: Setup: “What is a cucumber’s favorite instrument?” This establishes a…
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Today will be a good day.
10/10 Okay, here’s the original joke and my attempt at a “Joke Poo” version: Original Joke: Today will be a good day. 10/10 New Joke (Joke Poo): Title: Firmware Flub My new…
On the chest of a barmaid in Vail
Was tattooed the prices of ale, And on her behind, For the sake of the blind, Was the same information in Braille. Joke Poo: The Plumber’s Predicament On the toolbox of a…
Where does a Japanese comedian learn his trade from?
Sensei humor. Okay, here’s my attempt at a “Joke Poo” based on the original: Joke Poo: Where do dogs learn comedic timing? Tailor-made laughs. Okay, let’s break down this joke: Original Joke…
I’m no longer surprised when my hotdogs get burnt.
Because now I'm prepared for the wurst. Joke Poo: I’m no longer surprised when my toilet paper runs out. Because now I’m prepared for the flush-tration. Alright, let’s dive into this charred…
Little Red
“My, grandma, what great big eyes you have. And what big ears you have. And what big teeth you have." "Little Red, get that magnifying glass the f out of here" Joke…
My grandpa could tell the future. He kept trying to warn everyone that the Titanic was going to sink.
But they kicked him out of the movie theater. Okay, here’s my “Joke Poo” based on your grandfather Titanic joke: Joke Poo: My Aunt Mildred’s Clairvoyant Colonoscopy My Aunt Mildred claimed she…
At any point, the urge to sing “the lion sleeps tonight” is just a whim away
A whim away, a whim away, a whim away Joke Poo: The Email Away At any point, the urge to reply-all to an email thread is just an email away. …An email…
What did Salvador Dalí usually have for breakfast?
He usually just had a bowl of surreal. Okay, here’s my “Joke Poo” version of the Dalí breakfast joke: Joke Poo: What did Edgar Allan Poe spread on his morning toast? He…
A little girl asks her mother
A little girl asks her mother, "mom, why an I named Rose?" "Well," her mother replies in a sweet voice, "when you were a little baby, a beautiful red rose fell on…