At the butcher shop, where they sell kid-knees.
You hear about a new one every day and none of them make any sense.
A: Two-one to shoot the old bulb out and one to screw the new one in.
I love you, but I'm sick of yellow light always breaking us up.
They both need a *break* every once in a *while*. edit: this is a three-way pun btw - it works better out loud
Do you sell flip-flips?"
What did you think it would be, you racist?
A two-knee fish! (works better when you're drunk)
It's their knees that go first.
New GF: *sees me playing accordion* He died
A condom.
Gotham?
