|It's a dachshund.|
|Can't you see the resemblance?|
|Weenie dog in a hot dog costume in front of the Oscar Meyer Weiner Mobile.|
It's November 1st. That means only one thing for most Americans.
Kids beg for it. Adults try to resist it. Everyone's pockets and backpacks are full of it. And there are- of course- the inevitable sugar crashes. Moody people walking around in a saccharine coma. Furry teeth. Achey gums. Brightly colored tongues, lips, and sometimes even teeth.
And wrappers in trash cans. Lots of wrinkled, crinkley, gloriously EMPTY candy wrappers.
At our house this morning we had some leftover Laffy Taffy. It was purchased strictly for the trick or treaters. << They were not bought because I love Laffy Taffy or because I spent the entirety of my childhood at the skating rink purchasing Laffy Taffy and then reading the jokes and laughing with my friends 'til my sides hurt >>
Where do 2 bunnies go after they get married?
On their BUNNYMOON!
Why did the orange use sunscreen?
Because he started to peel!
What do you call a bird with sunglasses?
A bird watcher.
What do you call a lazy kangaroo?
A pouch potato.
What did one casket say to the other casket?
Is that you coffin?
Glorious. Hilarious. Side-stitch inducing. Funny. That's what lives on the outside of the Laffy Taffy. Who would have thunk it?