Dad: "This doesn't look like moose, this looks like cake."
Waitress: What would you like for dessert?
Uncle: Chocolate mousse... with no antlers, they get stuck in my throat.
Brother: Is anyone going to order dessert?
Mom: What do they have?
Brother: There's a really excellent chocolate mousse.
Dad: I just had a huge steak. I don't think I could eat a moose.
The waiter informed us that Chocolate mousse is back on the menu. My dad: "Oh! They must have found another moose!"
My mom made a delicious chocolate mousse pie for dessert. When my wife noted how delicious it was, my dad said, "Yeah, and she had to work hard to make it too. Those Chocolate Moose are hard to find!" Cue collective groan.
So I work in a kitchen, and yesterday we were doing a buffet and my chef was making chocolate mousse. after the mousse being out for a while and nobody eating it, he asks me "Why isn't anyone eating my mousse." Without missing a beat, I respond with "they prefer deer."
He chuckled and groaned.
So once a year my dad throws this moose party, where they serve only moose, which he have caught himself. Well anyways, when i asked him, and my mom what they were serving for desert they looked at each other and giggeld, '' chocolate moose of course'' (chocolate mousse) facepalmed so hard...
