The pillion rider asked me what I wanted for Father’s Day. How about some Dad jokes.
It is coming up on two years since we last played parents hanging out with our daughter and cooking her favorite foods. We are in Malaysia; she is in New Zealand. Our paths diverged at Nadi Airport, Fiji. Since she is not here to be embarrassed, I’ll publish ten bad jokes for everyone to groan.
- Here’s a new word just for today: Plagiarism. (I copied it)
- I find moon rocks are more delicious. They are a little meateor.
- I get suspicious of trees on sunny days. They seem a little shady.
- Bikes fall over because they are twoo tired.
- When Math Acorns grow up they exclaim, “Gee, Ah’m a tree.” (They probably have square roots.)
- I was an ugly child. When I was born, the doctor looked at me and slapped my mother.
- Time flies like a arrow, fruit flies like a banana.
- My yearly income is six figures. I’m not saying where the decimal point is.
- It’s apparent that this bad joke has become a dad joke.
- Do you speak Esperanto? “Yes, like a native.”