My son and I love good egg pun Dad jokes. We got it going the other day and my wife rolled her eyes. He asked her, "which joke didn't you like?"
She replied "all ovum"
He was caught beating an egg.
They'd crack each other up
With dad yokes
The one where you eat dozens of eggs for breakfast.
I'm trying to get yoked.
Because if they had four theyβd be a chicken sedan.
Today I have outdone myself. When asking my sister how her day went, she said that she learned how to cook an omelet today and she said she did really well on it. I then said "next time, omelet you cook breakfast." I swear the look of disgust on her face could turn milk sour, and I couldn't be any prouder of myself.
I prefer mine poached
There's a dozen of them! They'll crack you up.
Her: "I've just found a page with hundreds of omelette recipes!"
Me: "Well you'd better get cracking then."
Thank you one and all, first time I felt I had something worthy to submit here.
A running yoke
Me: "hey, how's the omelet, babe?"
Gf: "it's good, a little cheesy though"
Me: "yeah, they usually have better jokes"
I have a theory
That you must tell no one,
About the way
That dads make a pun.
It all starts out
With an underground meeting:
7:30 on Mondays,
With limited seating.
They talk and converse
To say their new jokes,
Like
"I'm all out of whites,
But got plenty of yokes!"
From there they spread
To dads far and wide,
For use on their kids,
All mercy aside.
There's no way to stop it,
Believe me, I've tried.
The only thing that can help
Is to plug your ears, and hide.
the crack up
