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You do all of the work, and the fat guy in the suit gets all the credit.
Ether.
Ether who?
Ether Bunny.
Knock, knock. / Who's there?
Nother.
Nother who?
Nother Ether Bunny.
Knock, knock. / Who's there?
Stella.
Stello who?
Stella nother Ether Bunny.
Knock, knock. / Who's there?
Consumption.
Consumption who?
Consumption be done about all these Ether Bunnies?
Knock, knock. / Who's there?
Cargo.
Cargo who?
Car go "beep beep" and run over all the Ether Bunnies.
Knock, knock. / Who's there?
Boo.
Boo who?
Don't cry; Ether Bunny be back next year.
*Ba-dum tiss*
https://youtu.be/4VTBMznLrWs
"Gosh!" exclaimed the woman. "You certainly have a dangerous job. Don't you ever get bitten by the snakes?"
"Yes, upon rare occasions," answered the handler.
"Well," she continued, "what do you do when you're bitten by a snake?"
"I always carry a razor-sharp knife in my pocket, and as soon as I am bitten, I make criss-cross marks across the fang entry and then suck the poison from the wound."
"What, uh... what would happen if you were to accidentally sit on a rattler?" persisted the woman.
"Ma'am," answered the snake handler, "that will be the day I learn who my real friends are."
He's working in the produce section, and a man comes by and asks for half a head of lettuce. Kid says, "We only sell whole lettuce heads here. Can't do it." Guy is very persistent, and eventually the kid says, "OK, I'll go ask the manager."
He heads to the manager's office, and unbeknownst to him, the customer tags along.
Kid finds the manager, and says, "Some a**hole in Produce wants half a head of lettuce", and belatedly realizing the customer followed him, continues, "and this fine gentleman agreed to buy the other half." Manager says, "Fine, go cut a head in half, and give them each half."
Later, the manager says to the kid, "you know, you are fast on your feet. i saw what you did there. Where are you from?"
Kid says, "Canada."
"Why did you leave there to come here?"
Kid, says, "Had to. It's a sh**hole, nothing but wh*res and hockey players."
Manager says, "Really? My wife is from Canada." "What team did she play for?"
"C", eh?
"N", eh?
"D", eh?
In a group of friends, single someone out and have them read the words out loud in this order.