Du Jour

Me: Is this spicy?
Wife: It’s made with kim chee. Duh!
Eleven-Year-Old: Duh du jour.
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What? It means, “Duh of the day.”

Double Hollow

Eight-Year-Old: I have a hollow head!
Me: You have a hollow head?
Eight-Year-Old: No, you have a hollow head. You said you have a double hollow head.

Facedown

Wife: [Eleven-Year-Old]!
Eleven-Year-Old: What?
Wife: You fell asleep facedown in the bathtub.

Parathyroid

Wife: You have a cramp in your thyroid?
Me: Parathyroid.

Interpretive

Me: So I’ve got about another twenty-five years to run this blog.
Wife: Uh… oh.
Me: After I’ve actually got ten thousand posts, I’m going to hire somebody to do an interpretive reading.
Wife: What? Ten thousand? That’ll take hours… days.
Me: Maybe I can get Neil Gaiman’s wife.

Worm

Me: I like my tequila with as little worm as possible.

Currants

Me: I really wish that black currents weren’t such a terrible fruit.

Metaphysical

Friend: Speaking of metaphysical, I have a money making idea.

Lepus

Wife: That’s what you were doing instead of coming to bed? Looking up Night of the Lepus on IMDB, so you could give sex trivia?

Leashes

Friend: “Leashes and Libations”: That can be the name of our party bus!