Me: I followed the directions. 20 minutes a pound at 325 degrees. I weigh 175 pounds!
3, duh. (My ex's 9 year old little sister told me this joke, and followed is up with: "and YOU'RE the math guy!" >< Burned.)
Bobbing for French fries.
The washing machine doesn't follow me around for a week after I dump a load in it.
The washer doesn't follow you around after you put a load in it.
Nuked
Turkey.
There were too many fowls.
Russia.
Because that's the direction his car was sliding.
There's only one Bender in Futurama
20 minutes, thermostat 8.
Two rabbits riding a brontosaurus.
A lamingTON!
Because they're both roasted