My Joke Spot
I hate jokes.
Well, at least the ones that are brain stumpers. For example, me and Ben were talking after the orchestra concert--which was a disaster by the way--and he asked me how to spell 'spot.'
Me: S-P-O-T, Ben...
Ben: Okay, what do you do when you see a green light?
This was it I thought, the point in time where I was going to show him I'm no idiot. I mean, what kind of question is that?
Me: I stop.
I looked at him with a triumphant gaze, but all he could do was give me one of those "you're a stupid moron" looks. And then I realized what he meant. SINCE WHEN DO I STOP AT A GREEN LIGHT?
I hate jokes.
Well, at least the ones that are brain stumpers. For example, me and Ben were talking after the orchestra concert--which was a disaster by the way--and he asked me how to spell 'spot.'
Me: S-P-O-T, Ben...
Ben: Okay, what do you do when you see a green light?
This was it I thought, the point in time where I was going to show him I'm no idiot. I mean, what kind of question is that?
Me: I stop.
I looked at him with a triumphant gaze, but all he could do was give me one of those "you're a stupid moron" looks. And then I realized what he meant. SINCE WHEN DO I STOP AT A GREEN LIGHT?
I hate jokes.
5 Comments:
my favorite one is the cow one.
Say Milk
"Milk"
Say it five times fast
"Milk Milk Milk Milk Milk"
What do cows drink?
"Milk"
No, they drink water.
Ben,
Haha you got fooled. Okay.
Eric,
I was about to tell the cow one to.
hey kevin what do milk drink?
Kevin said:
*fart*
Josh said:
hahahahaha. stupid.
Kevin said:
*sob*
Josh said:
<^> [^_^] <^>
wait what? That didn't make any sense. Was that even a joke?
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