The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.
Yesterday, my eyeglass prescription ran out.
There's a pizza place near where I live that sells only slices. In the back, you can see a guy tossing a triangle in the air.
The doctor says he has to amputate all of me.
43.7 per cent of all statistics are made up on the spot.
I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window.