A man walks into a bar with a cheese sandwich under his arm. “A pint of beer for me and the cheese sandwich,” he says to the barman.
“I’m sorry, sir,” replies the barman, “we don’t serve food in here.”
Thank you, Freya.
Freya Photo by Heidi Leech, Sandwich Photo by Dan Whipps, Styling by Moi
Mined from the file “Jokes That a Three-Year-Old Won’t Understand, But Will Laugh at Anyway”:
What is a sheep’s favorite sport?
Baaaaasketbaaaaaall, with a sandwich.
What did one wall say to the other wall?
Meet you at the corner, with a sandwich.
What did the snail say when he took a ride on a turtle?
Wheeee, with a sandwich!
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What’s a potty’s favorite letter?
P! With a sandwich.
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