But there comes a time to start your sentence with a conjunction. And there comes a time when you should retire your material. So, with mixed emotion, I publish here for my enormous readership: Datch's Three Muffin Jokes. Take them, world. They have served me well.
Well, the first one isn't mine. And the second one is just a derivative of another. But the third one.., the one no one ever laughs at and often walks away from slightly disappointed after way too much build up and explanation, is pure OD (Original Datch, as the kids say).
Now, with no further build up and explanation... ahem.
Two muffins are in an oven.
One muffin turns and says, “Sure is hot in here, huh?”
The other muffin replies, “Holy shit, a talking muffin!”
A muffin walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “Hey buddy, can I have a beer?”
The bartender looks at him with a sneer and says, “We don't serve food here.”
Why did the muffin cross the road?
It accidentally slipped from my fingers and rolled there. Now it's in a puddle, completely inedible, and I'm still hungry. Sometimes... life is kinda sad.
