Two mothers-in-law.
Because you wanna hit it, but sometimes you cant.
Because it's baby food.
When asked for his name by the coffee shop clerk, my brother-in-law answered, Marc, with a C. Minutes later, he was handed his coffee with his name written on the side: Cark.
A brotha-in-law
Two wives.
For fowl play.
The joke is it's own pun-ishment.
