Why did the math textbook look sad? It had too many problems.

I told my wife she should take up fencing. She said she already had too many points to argue.

I told my wife she should learn to ski. She said it's all downhill from there.

I tried to take a selfie in the shower, but the phone couldn't handle the exposure.

I'm friends with a baker who loves puns. He's a bread-y good friend.

I told my computer to stop playing jokes on me. Now it's in byte-sized pieces.

Why did the cyclist break up with the math teacher? He couldn't handle the division.

I wanted to tell a joke about social distancing, but it's a bit too distant for now.

I tried to write a joke about the environment, but it's still in the drafting phase.

I told my wife she should start making puzzles. She said it's too puzzling.

I asked my wife for a GPS joke. She said to get lost.

I tried to work out a joke at the gym, but it didn't have enough reps.

I used to be a baker, but I couldn't make ends meet.

I told my computer to stop crying. They're just gigabytes.

I asked my computer for a good joke, now it won't stop sending me dad jokes.

What do you call an alligator detective? An investi-gator.

A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, 'I'll serve you, but don't start anything.'

Did you hear about the North Korean at the Olympics? He didn’t medal, but he was Kim Jong Un.

What do you call a fat psychic? A four-chin teller.

I started a new business breeding rabbits, I think I have too many—they’re multiplying like, well, you know.

I asked my dentist for advice on brushing my teeth. He told me to 'bristle up!'