A keurig. Joke written by my 9 year old son.
They broke up.
An egg gets laid.
Cancer.
Because real doctors have cures.
Icee.
Al-redi-reddi-tt.
Sweeping generalizations.
Because his parents are vegetables.
There's twenty of them. It's better said then written.
It sinks. (Courtesy of my 9 year old daughter)
Echosystems. From my 9 year-old.
They both hate the French press
U-turns! *From my 9 year old son yesterday. Fixed typo.