Brown Jokes

Why did the farmer buy a brown cow?
He wanted chocolate milk.
How do you know it’s cold outside? When you milk a brown cow you get
chocolate ice cream.
A Blonde By Any Other Name
A blonde walked into an electronics store and said to the salesmen: "I want that TV." The salesperson shook his head and said, "No, we don't sell to blondes." So the blonde left and came back with her hair dyed brown and said: "I'll take that TV." Again the salesman said: "No, we don't sell to blondes." So she left again and came back with a hat, a fake nose and with her hair dyed black and said: "I want that TV." But the salesman still said: "sorry, we don't sell to blondes." Finally the blonde got fed up and said, "That's it! How do you keep guessing I'm a blonde?!" she asked. "Because that's a microwave."
“Remember that creating a successful marriage is like farming: you have to start over again every morning.” —H. Jackson Brown, Jr
My favorite denim blue jeans just turned brown. I think I will have to call it Dung-arees!
What's brown and sticky? A stick.
My doctor told me to cut down on red meat.
So, could you brown it up a bit?
What’s brown and sticky? A stick.
Hello, eh. Girl your soft brown eyes remind me of the amazing beaver, eh.
Black and white
Thick and furry
Fast as the wind
Always in a hurry
Couple of spots
Rub my ears
Always comes when his name he hears
Loves his ball; it's his favorite thing
What's most fun for him? Everything!
Great big tongue that licks my face
Has a crate, his very own space
Big brown eyes like moon pies
He's my friend till the very end!

(Abby Jenkins)
“You can always tell when a man's well informed. His views are pretty much like your own.”
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
What's brown, lumpy, and sits on a piano bench?
Beethoven's Last Movement
“Find a job you like and you add five days to every week."
~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
What's brown and rhymes with Snoop?
French onion soup.
“No matter how hard you hug your money, it never hugs back.” — H. Jackson Brown Jr.
Everyday for lunch I like to eat two pears, and my dad knows this.
One day I saw him dropping two pears into a bunch of brown paper bags.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“Preparing.”