Frank and Ernest by Thaves for November 07, 2024

Just knock down jokes.

Watch out for falling cows.

It’s no joke! You go knock knock and they drop the door on you.

Do they have a doorbell?

Don’t see one

“Do they have a doorbell?”

They have a young lady operating the door. She’s their door belle.

“Knock, knock!”

“Who’s there?”

“Interrupting Cow.”

“Interrupting C….”

“Moo! Moo!”

Knock Knock

Who’s there?

Joe Biden

Joe Biden Who?

Knock Knock

Before they had caller ID Bart Simpson used to make crank calls to Moes bar they were like Knock Knock jokes.

Hey guys…. go the carry out window and order a case of of sliders..!

All I can think of is Teri Garr and Young Frankenstein.

Takes too long to get to the answer.

castle castle in the air, hope you don’t have plumbing there. castle castle on the ground hope your knock-knock joke is sound.

knock knock who’s there? ding dong. ding dong who? Ding Dong the witch is dead, we all called her “wicked” for short. Her and her flying monkeys were soooooooo scary.

Hope this goes well. Knock on wood!

Ok, I’m batting a thousand today. I don’t get this one either. Can someone please explain where the joke is in this one?

why did the people of Skull Island build a gate big enuff for King Kong to enter?

[At the door to Cawdor Castle, which hath a pleasant seat, in Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 3:] (Knocking without) Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell gate, he should have old turning the key. (Knock) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’th’ name of Beelzebub? Here’s a farmer that hanged himself on th’ expectation of plenty. Come in time! Have napkins enough about you; here you’ll sweat for ’t. (Knock) Knock, knock! Who’s there, in th’other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocator that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough for God’s sake yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, come in, equivocator. (Knock) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there? Faith, here’s an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor. Here you may roast your goose. (Knock) Knock, knock! Never at quiet.—What are you?—But this place is too cold for hell. I’ll devil-porter it no further. I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to th’ everlasting bonfire. (Knock) Anon, anon!

Wellll…there’s a remoat possibility.

“Mama said knock you out”