Wednesday, November 26th, 2008
So it’s Thanksgiving time and all the relatives are coming over. You don’t remember any of them, except your hot cousin who you made out with back when you were 14, and you have nothing to talk about (and as much as you want to, you can’t really bring that hot make out session up).
That is why, my friend, I give you a bunch of really lame thanksgiving jokes! Why must they be so lame you ask? Well you wouldn’t want to offend grandma and grandpa would you? And you have to be able to tell them in front of the little kids, right?
I swear, telling these jokes is better than long awkward silences followed by Aunt May’s stories about basket-weaving or whatever-the-fuck old people do in their spare time.
Let the Lame Jokes Begin!
What did the mama turkey say to her naughty son?
If your papa could see you now, he’d turn over in his gravy!
Why can’t you take a turkey to church?
Because they use such FOWL language
What kind of jokes did the Pilgrims like?
Plymouth rock.
What sound does a space turkey make?
Hobble Hobble Hobble
This one is great to amuse your much less attractive retarded cousin:
Knock knock
Who is it?
Arthur
Arthur who?
Arthur any left overs?
And one for the smart-ass little kids…
Grandma was showing the children a painting of the Pilgrim Family on a Thanksgiving Day card that they had received and she commented, ‘The Pilgrim children enjoyed going to church with their mothers and fathers and praying to God.’
Her youngest grandson looked at her doubtfully and asked, ‘Then why is their Dad carrying that rifle?’






