Jokes are kinda funny in an odd sort of way. Some folks like some jokes; other folks find the same jokes very un-funny. But in our family, we had enough to laugh about just from our own stories.
For example, my mom, bless her soul (passed on in '94) could not tell a joke right if her life depended on it. We finally told her the simplest joke we could think of. The joke: Why can't you milk a mouse? The answer? Because you can't get a bucket under it. Pretty lame but simple. Poor Mom. She told me one day on the phone she couldn't figure out why people weren't laughing when she told it. I asked her to tell me exactly what she was saying. She said, "I ask them, 'Why can't you get a bucket under a mouse? Because you can't milk it." Poor mom. We just loved her to pieces.
My sis can tell a joke but she is especially funny because she often mixes words up that sound similar. We had a dear friend in Southern California, and one day my sis called me and said, "Juanita just came from the eye doctor. He deleted her eyes." It took me a second to control myself, and then I said, "I think you mean he dilated them." "Yeh," she said, "and then he's going to give her cataracts." By then I was almost doubled over, and I said, "I think you mean contacts." We always called them Betty-isms, and we just love her to pieces.
So, I don't have any formal jokes, just some smiles from real life. I can't wait to hop around and find some to send to my DB - he and I love puns, and he loves blonde jokes, so hopefully, I can find some we haven't heard already.