Kid: Dad, are we pyromaniacs?
Dad: Yes, we arson.
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I just opened a store selling trampolines disguised as prayer mats.
Prophets are going through the roof!
I told my wife that I’ve swapped our bed for a trampoline.
She hit the roof!
Sam went away to school. A month later, he mailed a letter to his mother:
Dear Mom,
$chool i$ great. I’m making lot$ of friend$ and $tudying hard. I’m acing $pani$h and Economic$, and I $pend hour$ in the $ocial $cience$ department. $ociology i$ intere$ting!
Ju$t off I can’t think of anything I wi$h for, but it would be $uper nice if you could ju$t $end me a card, a$ you know I would alway$ love to hear from you.
Love and ki$$e$,
your $on, $am
His mother wrote back:
Dear Sammy,
I kNOw ecoNOmics, astroNOmy, and oceaNOgraphy are more than eNOugh to keep even an hoNOr student busy. Do NOt forget that the pursuit of kNOwledge is a NOble task, and you can never study eNOugh.
Love, your mom
I used to think I had a Japanese friend.
But it was just my imagine Asian.
Last week I took the kids to a children’s zoo.
Last night they escaped and came back home.
I’m hosting an autopsy club meeting tonight!
It’s “Open Mike Night”!