Your 5 Jokes for 27 March, 2012: Bed Jokes

A Gift For Mother

A little brother and sister were talking:

John: Mary, what shall we get for mom on Mother's Day?

Mary: A bed.

John Why?

Mary: All of us have nice beds to sleep on but poor mommy has to share one with daddy.

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Make Your Beds

When we put our house up for sale, I stressed emphatically that my sons make their beds each morning.

I left for work before they left for school , and I wanted to be sure that the house looked
presentable when the agent showed it to prospective buyers.

I was surprised and impressed that my 15-year-old son’s bed was perfectly made each day.

Until that is, one night when I went into his room, I discovered his secret

He was fast asleep on the floor in his sleeping bag!

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Mommy’s Going to Be Real Mad

A young man was paying an over-night visit to an out-of-town boyhood friend and his wife and young son. When it came time to retire, the young man was told he could sleep in the same bed as his son. After putting on his pajamas and entering the young son's room, he noticed the lad was stooped on the side of the bed with his head bowed. The young man proceeded to do the same thing on his side of the bed, thinking the lad was praying.

"What are you doing?" said the lad.

"The same thing you are", answered the young man.

"Oh, boy"! Said the young lad. "Mommy’s going to' be real mad at you, because the potty is on this side of the bed!"

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The Pig And The Bed

Two friends who lived in the town were chatting. "I've just bought a pig," said the first. "But where will you keep it?" said the second. "Your yard's much too small for a pig!" "I'm going to keep it under my bed," replied his friend. "But what about the smell?" "He'll soon get used to that."

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Under My Bed

A little boy came downstairs crying late one night. "What's wrong?" asked his mother. "Do people really come from dust, like they said in church?" he sobbed. "In a way they do," said his mother. "And when they die so they turn back to dust?" "Yes, they do." The little boy began to cry again. "Well, under my bed there's someone either coming or going."


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