A Pink Joke (courtesy of Emma sheiman)

Once there was a world where EVERYTHING was pink. The steaks, chickens, corn, chairs, potatoes, toothpaste and even people were pink. 

One pink morning in this pink world two pink cars were driving in alternate pink directions down a pink street. The two pink cars collided pinkily. 

One pink man died. 

Neither of the two pink cars were fit to drive the pink man home pinkily. So the pink man who was still alive walked up the pink street to the nearest pink house. He walked up the pink driveway, past the pink cars up the pink steps and knocked on the pink door pinkily. The pink door was opened by a pink old lady. The pink man said to the pink old lady "Kind pink lady, may I stay at your pink house until my pink car is fit to drive me home pinkily?" The pink lady smiled at the pink man on her pink doorstep. "of course you can stay at my pink house until your pink car is fit to drive you home pinkily." And the kind pink old lady smiled and let him into the house pinkily.



The next pink morning in this pink world two pink trucks were driving in alternate pink directions down a pink street. The two pink trucks collided pinkily. 

One pink man died. 

Neither of the two pink trucks was fit to drive the pink man home pinkily. So the pink man who was still alive walked up the pink street to the nearest pink house. He walked up the pink driveway, past the pink cars up the pink steps and knocked on the pink door pinkily. The pink door was opened by the same pink old lady. The pink man said to the pink old lady "Kind pink lady, may I stay at your pink house until my pink truck is fit to drive me home pinkily?" The pink lady smiled at the pink man on her pink doorstep. "of course you can stay at my pink house until your pink truck is fit to drive you home pinkily." And the kind pink old lady smiled and let him into the house pinkily.



The next pink morning in this pink world two pink trains were driving in alternate pink directions down pink train tracks. The two pink trains collided pinkily. 

One pink man died. 

Neither of the two pink trains were fit to drive the pink man home pinkily. So the pink man who was still alive walked up the pink street to the nearest pink house. He walked up the pink driveway, past the pink cars up the pink steps and knocked on the pink door pinkily. The pink door was opened by the same pink old lady. The pink man said to the pink old lady "Kind pink lady, may I stay at your pink house until my pink train is fit to drive me home pinkily?" The pink lady smiled at the pink man on her pink doorstep. "of course you can stay at my pink house until your pink train is fit to drive you home pinkily." And the kind pink old lady smiled and let him into the house pinkily.



The next pink morning in this pink world, the three pink men sat down at the pink breakfast table in the pink old lady's pink house. It was breakfast time and the pink old lady had two pink breakfast options. One was pink oatmeal. And the other was pink cheerios. The pink old lady put both down on the pink table and told the three pink men to choose which they wanted pinkily. Two of the pink men chose pink oatmeal, and the last pink man chose pink cheerios. 



The pink moral to this pink story is that is that more pink people like pink oatmeal than pink cheerios.