Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Jokes of the Day ...

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There was a ghost at the hotel, so they called for an inn spectre.


What jumps from cake to cake and smells of almonds?

Tarzipan.


Why did the little fella sleep on the chandelier?

Because he was a light sleeper.


The truth may ring out like a bell, but it is seldom ever tolled.


I fired my masseuse today. She just rubbed me the wrong way

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