Two brooms were hanging in the closet and after a while they got to know each other so well, they decided to get married. One broom was, of course, the bride broom, the other the groom broom. The bride broom looked very beautiful in her white dress. The groom broom was handsome and suave in his tuxedo. The wedding was lovely.
After the wedding, at the wedding dinner, the bride-broom leaned over and said to the groom-broom:
"I've got something to tell you. I'm having a baby broom."
"But that's impossible!" said the groom broom. "We haven't even swept together!"
(A classic 'dad' joke if ever there was one)
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That one was so terrible, I'd sweep it under the carpet if I were you.
(ba-dum-CHH!)
As always, we're swept away by your sense of humour, Chez!
So if the groom broom dies, is the bride broom a sweeping widow?
Zoe, would "sweeping it under the carpet" be a broom abortion?
Would a baby broom be called the "short straw"?
I can't seem to get a "handle" on this broom business!
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