My brain can’t behave itself when it’s stressed. It goes one of two ways: into the darkness or into humour. At the moment I am in the humour mode, to the point I want to ring up the RSPB and ask them to show me their tits.
Anywho, I have taken the liberty of re-writing some classic jokes to reflect the times.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because of Social Distancing
It’s me but I am not allowed to come in.
An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman go to a bar.
It was closed.
I’ll get my coat…