An Awesome Knock Knock Joke
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
An old, dried up Christmas tree that’s been neglected in a landfill for almost seven months by now.
An old, dried up Christmas tree that’s been neglected in a landfill for almost seven months by now who?
What are you talking about? What’s wrong with you? That’s meaningless. Are you mentally broken inside of your brain?
Ha ha! No, wait, I don’t get it. Your jokes are unlike any joke that I’ve ever heard in my life. Do you have a catchy name for them, something that I can use to call them home when they’ve run away, a name that I’ll never forget, even if my memories are stolen by a vampire goldfish?
No, they have no name that can be spoken by human teeth. But if you ever get a tooth transplant, feel free to give a knock on my door and ask me for their name once again.
Why thank you, good sir. Your kindness is measured only in kilograms, it is so heavy and voluminous. One day I will use my new teeth to tell the whole world a story about the time you told me stuff. That story will then be turned into a best-selling novel, and after that into a major motion picture starring a popular actor of the day. I cannot predict what the future will hold for actors, that is not my power.
I will look forward to watching your movie with extreme prejudice. Movies are not a type of entertainment that I am often allowed to watch. Are you familiar with sand and gravel? My daily entertainment most often comes from those two substances. They are capable of tremendous feats of jokery and wonder.
You have enlightened me beyond any reasonable measure of enlightenment. Even kilograms are insufficient to adequately measure the delta of my enlightenment.
I rode a boat down a delta once. It changed me forever.
I’m not talking to you any more. You are not a well man.