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Terrible Puns & Bad Jokes: What could be better?

I don't know about you, but I personally am a fan of bad jokes and terrible puns. I can't say that I'm the best at remembering them though. My mother and I are notorious for finding amusement in the jokes and puns that without fail receive collective groans from our family. Yet, we still take delight in them and our shared appreciation for them.

There is one particular joke that sticks out to me. I think it's safe to say that it has been my favorite joke since 8th grade. In fact, I still remember where I was when I first heard it. I was sitting in the cafeteria in middle school surrounded by the other GT kids. One of the girls had a book of jokes and this happened to be one of them. This is the joke.
"Where does King Arthur keep his armies?"
"In his sleevies."
I realize that this probably isn't that funny for the general public, but for whatever reason, I love it. Every time I think of it, I can't help but chuckle. It always puts a smile on my face.

So that leads me to this question, do you have any jokes or puns you find particularly amusing? If so, I would love it if you would share.

Wishing you a day filled with laughter!

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  1. Knock knock
    Who's there?
    Interrupting cow
    Interrupting cow, wh...MOOOO!!

    This joke never ceases to make my seven-year old roll with laughter. Then, of course, we have to repeat it about 15 times.

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