A weak joke I heard at the park today:
A dog told me that he had some fleas.
The four of them had been hanging around for a few days so he thought that he should introduce himself.
“I’m Fred the Basset Hound. What are your names please?
They replied, “We are called John, Paul, George and Ringo”.
My doggie mate could not contain his surprise so asked them how they got their names.
They laughed as they said:
We are a musical band called the Fleatles and
“we are waiting for someone to lie on!”
Hee Hee KoKo