A stunk. My daughter made this up when she was about 7 years old. I thought it was incredible clever.
I am in bed and thinking about you ... And you my dear - I am at a club ... And sitting right behind you!!
Because every time he puts up a prayer it gets answered. (I thought of this myself, but it is so corny, it could easily be in every damn joke book.)
Daughter: Dad. It's an accent color. Dad: ... Dad: Can I hear it
Are ya?
Cancer.
They can't bite because all that honey rotted their teeth. (From my 7 year old niece)
