What’d ya call it when a mathematician gets tagged-out at 3rd base?

Love means nothing to them.

Lady luck had smiled in her favour, as she had gained a substantial lead over her opponents. She even managed to win the round but, unfortunately, time had run out before the show's host could ask her the one million dollar question. She agreed to return the following day, and was nervous as her husband drove them home. "I've just got to win tomorrow. I wish I knew what the answers are! You know I'm not going to sleep at all tonight. I will probably look like garbage tomorrow." "Relax honey," her husband reassured her, "It will all be OK." Ten minutes after they arrived home, he grabbed the car keys and started heading out the door. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I have a little errand to run. I should be back soon." After an agonizing 3 hour absence, the husband returned, sporting a very wide and wicked grin. "Honey, I managed to get tomorrow's question and answer!" "What is it?" she cried excitedly. "OK. The question is 'What are the three main parts of the male anatomy?' And the answer is 'The head, the heart, and the penis.' " The couple went to sleep with Deborah, now feeling at ease, plummeting into a deep slumber. At 3:30 a.m., however, she was shaken awake by her husband, who was asking her the quiz show question. "The head, the heart, and the penis," she replied groggily before returning to sleep. He asked her again in the morning, this time as she was brushing her teeth. Once again, she replied correctly. So it was that she was once again on the set of the quiz show. Even though she knew the question and answer, she could feel butterflies. The cameras began running and the host, after reminding the audience of the previous day's events, faced her and asked the question that would make her the champion. "OK Deborah, this is the big one. For $1,000,000, what are the three main parts of the male anatomy? You have 10 seconds, starting now." "Hmm, um, the head?" she said nervously. "Very good. Six seconds." "Eh, uh, the heart?" "Very good! Four seconds." "I, uh, ooh, gee! My husband drilled it into me last night and I had it on the tip of my tongue this morning..." "That's close enough," said the host, "Congratulations!"

and I still got less attention than a dad joke at a funeral.

You can unscrew the lightbulb

That’s why they say: “Til *Deaf* Do You Part.”

That’s why they say: “Til *Deaf* Do You Part.”

They're mediocre poems. **They just waste our time.**

It's not their fault they can't tell their lefts from their rights.

You don't! ... It would be too cynical.