I told my kids I’d tell them a joke about pizza…
but it was too cheesy, so I delivered it cold.
The Vault
Every groan, filed. No mean stuff. No lectures.
Why don’t eggs tell jokes?
They’d crack up. Breakfast meetings hate a soft shell.
I asked the ladder if it was free.
Sorry, I’m tied up… but I can scale later.
I changed my password to “incorrect.”
Now whenever someone types the wrong one, it says the Wi-Fi password is incorrect.
I started a buffering joke.
It kept loading.
Autocorrect keeps turning “dad jokes” into “sad jokes.”
Close enough.
I’m on a seafood diet.
I see food, I eat it. The kids call it a catch.
The cookie went to the doctor.
Diagnosis: a little crumbly.
I taught my kids parallel parking and told them to trust the process.
They said that’s what I always say when I don’t know.