This one is from Franky.
Mama Vulture had a problem. Her beloved chick was constantly breaking her heart; getting into trouble. He would stray from the nest, fall in with a bad crowd of other avian ne’er-do-wells, and frequently need to be rescued by his mother, sometimes at great risk to herself. Her only pleasure in life was gathering food to nourish him. He was defiant and unappreciative of her efforts, often squawking and demanding, “Hey, you old buzzard! I’m starving! What’s for supper?” To which she would dutifully reply…
“Carrion, my wayward son.”
Oh. My. Gawd.
I didn’t even see that comin’. Might be your best one this year.
I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.
Good one.
A Frenchman walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder. The bartender asks, “Where did you get that thing?” The parrot replies, “In France, there are millions of them!”
Okay! I’m leaving….;-)
I couldn’t even begin to guess the punch line. Well done!
Well done,Sir.