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Why did the knee bring a pillow to the party? It wanted to get comfortable with all the knee-slappers!
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My knee tried to break up with the leg, but they decided to stick together through thick and thin!
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Why did the knee audition for a play? It heard they needed someone with good supporting roles!
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I accidentally bumped into my knee, and it told me, 'You're not on my joint calendar!
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My knee wanted to be an artist, but it couldn't draw a straight line. It always had a bend towards creativity!
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Why was the knee always invited to parties? It knew how to break the ice with a good knee-slapper!
Knee-troduction
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If knees could talk, I imagine they'd have the best icebreakers. Hi there, I'm left knee, and this is my partner in crime, right knee. Together, we've been through countless dance parties, a few ill-advised attempts at parkour, and the great leg-crossing scandal of 2018. Nice to meet you! It's like a knee-troduction to a buddy cop movie starring the dynamic duo of joints.
Knee-slapper Alert!
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Why is it that when someone says, I've got a joke for you, it's always followed by a knee-slapper? Who decided that slapping your knee is the universal sign for That was hilarious? I tried it once at a funeral, and let me tell you, it did not go over well. But hey, at least it wasn't an open-casket knee-slapper. That would've been a whole different level of inappropriate.
Knee-jerk Reactions
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You ever have those moments where your brain takes a vacation, and your knee decides to fill in? Like when someone scares you, and suddenly your knee jerks up like it's auditioning for a role in Riverdance. I swear, my knee has a quicker reaction time than my brain. Maybe I should start consulting my knee for important life decisions. Hey knee, should I take this job? If it jerks, that's a yes. If it stays still, well, it's time to start sending out more resumes.
Knee-mories
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You know you're getting older when your knees start bringing up memories you forgot you had. It's like, Hey, remember that time you thought you could do a cartwheel and ended up in crutches for a week? Good times, right? Thanks, knees, for the trip down memory lane. Next thing you know, my knees will be asking for a retirement plan.
Knee-gotiations
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Why is it that whenever I have to make an important decision, my knees suddenly become the negotiators? It's like a summit meeting, with my left knee arguing for pizza and the right knee advocating for a salad. Meanwhile, my brain is in the corner, sipping coffee and wondering how it lost control of the situation. I swear, my knees should have their own talk show.
Knee-d for Speed Dial
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I think it's time to add knees to our speed dial contacts. Emergency contact number one: Mom. Number two: Best friend. And now, number three: Knees. Because let's face it, when you're trying to sneak into the kitchen for a midnight snack and your knees start creaking like an old haunted house, you need someone on speed dial to blame it on.
Knee-d for Speed
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I recently tried to impress someone by telling them I'm a speed demon. Turns out, the only thing I'm speeding towards is knee pain. I can't even walk down the stairs without sounding like a human maraca. They say life is a marathon, but for me, it's more like a hobble with occasional bursts of speed when my knees decide they want to remind me of my age.
Knee-sonal Support
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I've come to the realization that my knees are my biggest supporters. Literally. They're there for me through thick and thin, lifting me up when I'm down, and occasionally reminding me that I'm not 18 anymore. It's like having a personal cheering squad attached to your legs. Go team knees!
Knee-mail
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Why do we call it email and not knee-mail? I mean, think about it; your knees have been carrying you around all day, the least they could do is handle your correspondence. Imagine getting a notification like, You've got knee-mail! It'd be like, Oh great, now my knees are sending spam too. Just what I needed.
Knee Deep in Trouble
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You ever notice how our knees are like the unsung heroes of our bodies? They're there, holding us up, supporting us through thick and thin. But the moment you hit your knee on the coffee table, suddenly it's like, Oh, so this is how it's gonna be? You're just gonna betray me like that? I mean, come on, I thought we were a team! I've been knee-deep in trouble, and by trouble, I mean Lego pieces strategically scattered across my living room floor.
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