Joey, isn’t it sad to think that the people down there don’t see the humor that they have to crane their necks to see us.

Joey, isn’t it sad to think that the people down there don’t see the humor that they have to crane their necks to see us.
So this pelican waddles into a bar and says . . .
That’s the problem with Florida, too few births, so I had to take a part time gig with Amazon to make ends meet.
To paraphrase my pal, Mel Brooks, if God wanted you to fly, he would have given you tickets.
What do you mean all I got was Miss Congeniality? Who got Miss Wetland?
IT’S CRANE WEEK (No not Frasier or Niles)
As cousin Groucho says, A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.
Tell me honestly, do these feathers make me look fat?
Am I not the most handsome bird you have ever seen? Wait, don’t answer, that was a rhetorical question.
No, Mabel, I don’t need a map. Did Moses need a map in the desert? Okay, bad analogy.
As my cousin, Chico Marx would say, I’m not kissing her, I’m whispering in her mouth.