Skye walks onto the stage and clears her throat.
"Ahem. Now for a couple jokes." she beamed a smile at everyone, while a few groaned.
"A man went to his doctor and said "Doc, I can't decide, first I think I'm a teepee, the next I think I'm a wigwam. Teepee, no, wigwam... argh! What's wrong with me Doc?" The doctor looked over his glasses and said to the man calmly "You're two tense."
A brunette, a raven, and a blonde were pregnant and sitting in the doctor's waiting room, waiting to get evaluated. "I was on top, so it's going to be a girl," the brunette boasted. "Well I was on bottom, so it'll be a boy," the raven said. The blonde started to wail. "What's wrong?" the other two asked her. "I- I'm going to- to have p-puppies!" she sobbed tearfully."
Skye gave a flourishing bow and bounced back to her seat amid groans and catcalls.
ooc- I'm allowed to make blonde jokes, being one myself
