A keurig. Joke written by my 9 year old son.
Eggs actually get laid.
Because their eggs stinked!
DOCTOR: You've got cancer. ME: WHAT ! DOCTOR: Haha. Jk. I'm not a doctor.
Leukemia Skywalker.
With oinkment.
Dunk your head in a bucket of water and pull it out twice.
He glances over his shoulder.
WRONG! They don't make it, they steal it...
A: Scratch Paper!
An ese.
Starburst! Another one from my 9 year old. I don't know where he gets it.
Echosystems. From my 9 year-old.
They both hate the French press
U-turns! *From my 9 year old son yesterday. Fixed typo.