The Joke of the Day!

A skeleton walks into a bar and says, “Bartender, give me a beer… and a mop.”

The bartender smirks and says, “You must be new around here. Skeletons don’t hold their liquor well.”

The skeleton rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that one before. Just make it a double, it’s been a rough night.”

So the bartender pours him a drink and asks, “What’s eating you, bones?”

The skeleton sighs. “That’s the problem, nothing ever eats me. Not even dogs. You try dating when you’re six feet under and weigh thirty pounds soaking wet, which by the way, is never.”

The bartender laughs. “Tough break. Tinder any better?”

“Oh please,” the skeleton groans. “Every time I match with someone, they ghost me. Literally. I finally meet this one ghoul who says she’s into ‘skinny guys,’ and I think, hey, perfect! Then she shows up and says I’m too ‘bare bones.’”

“Maybe you need to loosen up,” says the bartender.

“I can’t!” the skeleton moans. “I don’t have muscles! You ever try dancing without tendons? I look like a marionette having a seizure.”

The bartender chuckles and refills his glass. “At least Halloween’s coming up. That’s your time to shine.”

“Yeah,” the skeleton says. “For one night a year, I’m hot stuff. People invite me to parties, take selfies, hang me in their yards. But November 1st hits, and boom… back in the closet with the fake cobwebs and plastic pumpkins. Story of my afterlife.”

The bartender pats him on the back. “Cheer up, bone boy. You’ve still got your health.”

The skeleton sighs. “Yeah, but not a single organ to show for it.”

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So just some dating advice for y’all, never EVER date a demon!

They’re way too possessive.