Because they're inbred.
Hey ya'll, watch this!"
Barbecue sauce.
Between you and me, something smells.
Poopiter. This joke courtesy of my 7 year old son. He was very proud of it.
If you were anymore inbred, you'd be a sandwich.
Inbred.
A dill doe.
A skunk rolling down a hill with a pickle in its mouth.
Because the tomato sauce couldn't Ketchup.
If you leave the jar alone for 200 years it'll develop a culture.
They both encourage people who can barely read to try new things.
There was a lot of ham in him.