Tell us a joke.

So one day, a group a crows turns up dead, and their friends start panicking. The first one to react screams “Help, help! There’s been a murder of crows!”
 
Why do chicken co-ops only have two doors instead of four?

Because if they had four then it'd be a chicken sedan.
Works a whole lot better if you spell it "coop" (pronounced as the single syllable "coop", rhyming with the American pronunciation of the word "coupe", or two-door car, that you're trying to play on later, and usually meaning a place to house chickens) rather than "co-op", which is pronounced as two syllables - "koh"-"ahhp", and is a shorthand form of the word "cooperative", usually meaning a group of people/businesses of some sort clubbing together to do business, often, (but by no means exclusively) in grains and similar agricultural commodities, by pooling their money and buying those commodities in bulk form (say a 25 ton dump truck load of oats, or a whole beef carcass as examples) at a cheaper price than they'd be able to get it for if they bought it in "by the 50 pound bag" or "a pound of hamburger" amounts, then selling that product on to members of the co-op at a (usually fairly significant) savings over the "by the bag/pound" price.

In your case, since it reads as "chicken co-op", the setup falls flat on its face - Though I've never heard of such a thing, I'd expect a "chicken co-op" to be not a place to shelter chickens (or even a building with ANY number of doors), but a group of people buying chicken-related supplies, and instead of a laugh when you try to play the car-related pun, you just get a grammar lesson like this.

But thanks for trying, and try not to take my spelling/grammar OCD too personally.
 
Growing up I had spine problems so bad I was always hunched over. The doctor had me in a brace for many years despite me saying it would never work.

I stand corrected.
 
Rabbit runs through the forest and screams:
-Faaags! Dirty faaags!
The bear comes and starts scolding him:
-Shame on you! You are still a child and you say such things! Look at yourself, you still have milk in your mouth!
-It's not milk! It's not milk! Faaags! Dirty faaags!
 
Guy in ber: Gimme a Beto O'Rourke.
Bartender: You'll have to tell me how to make it.
Guy: You pour a shot of Irish Whisky, and tell me it's Tequila when you hand it to me.

(I hate political jokes - too damned many of 'em get elected Just look at the Oval Office for proof!)
 
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