Joke of the Day
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My old as dirt uncle told me this joke once, while completely smashed at a family reunion.
A tired door-to-door salesman is making the last leg of his round for the day, when he sees a likely house for his last pitch. He wipes the sweat from his brow, pulls himself together and dusts himself off, and proceeds to the front door. He rings the doorbell, but no one answers at first. He hears loud music and the sound of something smashing about inside, so he rings again.
The door flies open, and there stands but a child, dressed to the nines. He's got a fedora on his head that's ten sizes too big, classy suspenders that drape loosely over his shoulders, pants that are barely held up by the suspenders, a crisp white undershirt, and a cigar hanging out of his mouth that looks to be the size of a baguette by comparison to the child.
Astonished that anyone would let their child ask this way, the salesman demands, "Are your parents here, kid?"
The kid takes a puff from the lit cigar and exhales it at the salesman.
"Does it fucking look like my parents are home, chap?"