A man walks into a bar with a steering wheel sticking out of his pants.
Gimme a whiskey, he says.
Certainly Sir, says the barman. Do you realise there’s a steering wheel protruding from your trousers?
I do, the man says. It’s driving me nuts.
That’s right. It’s time for the Eurovision Joke Contest again, and it’s driving me nuts.
I can’t wait for the Jedwit clone-muppets to come up against the Slovakian duplicate bimbos in a prance to the death.
This is no laughing matter. German Chancellor was not the joke making when she warned, If these doppel-wichsers win the Kontest, we the invading making will.
These Germans don’t mess around when it comes to joke contests, so let’s pray that the twin menaces, Jed and Ward, find themselves bound and gagged on the big night.
OMG!!! says Jed. I can’t believe you said that.
O!! M!! G!!!! agrees Ward. It’s time for a pout-off.
As Groucho Marx one said, If you were born twins, you’d be two fools.
It’s time for another silly joke.
This guy turns up at his doctor’s surgery. He has a carrot up his nose and a parsnip in his ear.
The doctor says, You’re not eating properly.