I honestly have no interest in eating something called a dump cake.

Ate at Olive Garden the other day, and the lady who put cheese on my spaghetti did a grate job.

Two knick knacks walk into a bar...

I have discovered a whole new genre of comedic potential: humorous anecdotes about small, worthless household objects.
Yes, knick knack jokes.

I met a very formal ghost. He insisted I call him his full name: Ghostopher.

Gunfight at the OK Corral.
I can only assume the higher quality corrals were already booked.

Here's one of the few functional Roto-spheres still in existence.
Lakeland, Florida.

Vintage sign photos are sure to follow.