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Stupid Jokes

There’s this joke that spread on Facebook prompting people to change their photos to a giraffe. Lord, very few things have made me blow my top more than this seriously stupid question posing as a clever riddle.

giraffe

What did the giraffe ever do to deserve this?

The question goes a little something like this – well, hell, this is the actual joke.

it's 3am, the doorbell rings and you wake up. Unexpected visitors!! It's your parents and they are here for breakfast. You have strawberry jam, honey, wine, bread and cheese.

What is the first thing you open? Remember, only message me the answer - if you get it right I'll post your name here, if not, I'll message you and you'll have to change your profile picture!

Good lord. Where do I begin? Here’s what I posted on Facebook:

The giraffe question isn't logical. The premise is that you know that 1.) it is 3AM, and 2.) you know your parents are at the door. How can you know 1 or 2 if you haven't opened your eyes? To know that it's 3am, you need to open your eyes, and look at the clock. To know that it's your parents, you either have to peek out the door, or look at your phone, in case they messaged you. So technically, by providing those two pieces of info, the riddle itself negates the need to open your eyes.

Unless, you know, you're psychic and you know automatically upon waking that it's 3AM, and that your parents are outside the door.

Jeez, jokes these days. The people who make these riddles don't know jack about making riddles.

Bah. If you want giraffes, I’ll be more than happy to give you this. (Not Safe For Work or Children).

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