Me: He keeps trying to shove socks thru the mail slot. Wife: Aw. His socks or yours Me: Socks is the neighbor's cat..
Apple Sauce
Because they are almost never **tired**.
They steer them!
Running... JK! Rolling
One you're running on fumes, the other you're fuming with the runs.
The sock under my bed. (I don't remember where I heard it. Can't claim ownership.)
Some poor horse is walking around in his socks.
Depends on how hard you throw them.
Babies, because you can use a pitchfork.
Did you try turning me off and on again?
Because the minister wouldn't marry the two, since a melon can't elope!
Because they cantaloupe. (The wife thought of this one... hopefully nobody else has posted it)
