Ed: Salt. Ned: Well my dad is a salt seller too. Ed: Shake.
Dad: Where is the best place to hide an elephant? Me: I don't know, behind a big rock? Dad: In a tree silly. Me: In a tree? Dad: When's the last time you saw an elephant in a tree?
I have no-eye-deer! (Unless you're a dad, you may need to sound it out)
An atheist writer praying his book will sell.
To remind black people they picked cotton before they sold drugs.
Well, I don't know. -They both get a rest, Ed.
One of them is a flimsy thing that refuses to stand up on it's own. The other is a medical condition.