(Keep it clean and non-violent, please.)
The other day, I met a gnome who's an apprentice watchmaker. When I asked him how he liked his job, he replied, "It's great! Where else could I get paid to sit around all day and make faces?"
Three dwarves walk out ofThe Bitter Pickle... Yeah, right!
Two Half-Giants walk into a bar. The third one ducks.
(The followingtaken from tazoon, not my invention.)
An Elf, a Half-Giant, a Sslik, and aDwarf were enjoying their ale. A young Gnomish prankster darted in, tossed a fly in each drink, and ran, before they noticed.
The Elf pushed his drink away in disgust.
The Half-Giant removed the fly and went back to his drink.
The Sslik took a large gulp, including the fly.
The Dwarf pulled the fly out, and started shaking it over his mug, shouting, "Brobbet's Teeth! Give it back! Spit it out!"