A’right. nobody got the joke.
Let me break it down for you @#& ^$#* 
meat glue is found in many gluten-free products. Because gluten and Meat glue AKA microbial transglutaminase act similarly in their ability to bind, companies found that they could remove gluten and replace it with this pink slime, in order to market their product as “gluten-free” The irony is that meat glue may actually trigger Celiac disease by increasing the potency of gluten and causing a stronger reaction.
Hmmmm, I think I like Pepperoni Hug Spot better. 
In fact, I’m sure of it. 
Don’t worry, caramba1…
I understand the jokes that I post, and I think that they’re funny, but some people don’t get most of the jokes that I post. 
Did you hear that one of our older BLF members died suddenly last week?
Oh no, what did he have?
Imalent, Acebeam, Astrolux, Sofirn…
All the Best,
Jeff
Nice! 
Language Acquisition
My first words were ‘These were my first words; what were yours?’
Sign Combo
Speed Limit: 45 MPH / Minimum: 65 MPH
I have a couple of original jokes for you.
The news over the last eleven days have been incredibly horrific, and these jokes are pretty dark as well, but I think it helps to make fun of horrible news.
My mom is going to fly from Palm Springs to North Carolina today.
Due to recent hate crimes in the United States, I told my mom:
“Remember to tell everyone that you meet that you are NOT Jewish NOR Muslim.” 
Are there any Dragon Ball Z fans out there?
In the Dragon Ball Z universe, if you collect all seven Dragon Balls, you can make a wish, and that wish will come true.
If I were to collect all seven Dragon Balls, I would wish for world peace…
because that’s the only way that world peace will ever happen. 
Daylight Saving Choice
A crowded United Airlines flight was canceled. A single agent was re-booking a long line of inconvenienced travelers.
Suddenly, an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket on the counter and said, “I HAVE to be on this flight and it has to be FIRST CLASS.”
The agent replied, “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be happy to try to help you, but I’ve got to help these folks first; and then I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out.”
The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?”
Without hesitating, the agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone. “May I have your attention, please?”, she began, her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal. “We have a passenger here at Gate 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him with his identity, please come to Gate 14”.
With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the United Airlines agent, gritted his teeth, and said, “**** You!”
Without flinching, she smiled and said, “I’m sorry sir, you’ll have to get in line for that, too.”
Life isn’t about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.
Materials Scientists
If a materials scientist gives you a present, always ask whether regifting will incur any requirements for Federal paperwork.
My password is secret.
X Value
Yeah, but isn’t that only on the Northern Hemisphere?
2 + 2 = 5 …for extremely large values of 2.
A little guy gets on a plane and sits by the window. A few minutes later, a big, heavy, strong mean-looking, hulking guy plops down in the seat next to him and immediately falls asleep.
The little guy starts to feel a little airsick, but he’s afraid to wake the big guy up to ask if he can go to the bathroom. He knows he can’t climb over him, and so the little guy is sitting there, looking at the big guy, trying to decide what to do.
Suddenly, the plane hits an air pocket and an uncontrollable wave of nausea passes through the little guy. He can’t hold it in any longer, and he pukes all over the big guy’s chest.
About five minutes later, the big guy wakes up, looks down, and sees the vomit all over him.
“So,” says the little guy, “are you feeling better now?”
All the Best,
Jeff
John was told that a twin-engine plane would be waiting at the airport. Arriving at the airport he spotted a plane warming up outside the hanger.
He jumped in, said let’s go. The pilot taxied and took off.
Once in the air, John told the pilot: Fly low over the valley so I can take pictures of the fire on the hill.
Pilot: Why?
John: Because I’m the photographer for a television show. I need to get some close-up shots.
The pilot was strangely silent for a moment, then he stammered So, what You’re telling me is…
“You’re not my flying instructor?”