So this mushroom walks into a bar, sits down on a stool, and orders a martini. The bartender looks at him and says, “Sorry, we don’t serve your kind in here.” The mushroom looks up at the bartender and says, “Why not? I’m a fungi!”
That is one of my favorite bad jokes, although I am pretty fond of just about every bad joke I have ever heard. I don’t know why this is, and I don’t question it. I just laugh.
(This entry is part of one month of gratitude.)