Unrolling Puns

Two clowns are arguing whose dog is smarter:

First clown : My dog is so smart. Every morning he waits for the paperboy to come around, and then he takes the newspaper, unrolls it and brings it to me.

Second clown : I know

First one : How could you know?

Second one : My dog told me

Son: Dad! I learned an awesome new trick at school in science class. Can I borrow your tie?

Dad: Let's see it.

Son: if we fold your tie in half, and roll the fat end toward the middle, and the thin end toward the middle, we have two rolls - one big and one small, both the same length, right?

Well, if I hold up the tie from the middle, and let go of both sides at the same time, which side will unroll first?

Dad: I have no idea.

Son (drops both ends, which open at the same time):

It's a tie, dad.

So dad comes home from work and shows me how his tie has the long part at the front, and the short part at the back for tightening, and he says,

"Now if I roll these parts up to the top, together, and then let go, which part will unroll and hit the bottom first?"

"Um, the shorter part?"

He looks down, rolls up his tie, releases it, then looks up at me.

"It's a tie!"

I was a young teenager, hanging out with my cousins at a family wedding. We were dressed in our finest: button-down shirts and ties (a rare thing for some of us). It was the middle of the photo shoot, so we had to wait around for our turn.

My uncle sees us, bored out of our minds, and asks if we wanted to have a "tie race." Seeing our puzzled expressions, he demonstrated by rolling up his tie from the bottom to the top like a cinnamon roll.

We got the idea immediately, rolling up our ties as well. Everyone had their own strategy: some rolled theirs tighter, others looser. Some rolled up the tail, others didn't. Some had clip-ons.

On the count of three, we released our ties to see whose unrolled the fastest. We all looked around, trying to decide who actually won the race, when my uncle declared:

It's a tie!