A tragedy, but he lead a gouda life.
(ok, its a dark dad joke)
I'm really excited about this amateur autopsy club I just joined. Tuesday is open Mike night.
I was walking down the street and I was hit by a violin, a clarinet, and a french horn. I think this was an orchestrated attack.
I got an advertising email saying 'Google knows maps backwards.'
I thought, that's just spam.
I saw toast in a cage at the zoo. The sign said bread in captivity.