A keurig. Joke written by my 9 year old son.
Nice to meet you. Wanna make a baby?
Poached.
Someone with no sense of tumor.
They hate getting cured.
He worked it out with a pencil.
They crack jokes.
None, its already lit fam. I cannot take credit for this due to being told this joke by a freind. He was in fact lit af.
Four. One to change it and three to write the environmental-impact statement.
As many as it takes submitters to write an original joke. (by accident)
U-turns! *From my 9 year old son yesterday. Fixed typo.
A camera has photos and a foot has five toes. (Told to me by a 9 year old child I work with)
They both hate the French press
