On this site you can savor a sampling of the quintessential Jokebox sense of humor. The selection represents Jokebox's treasury of anecdotes, one-liners, puns and other witticisms amassed from twenty years of speaking and writing experiences in Toastmasters clubs and assorted publications. There will be regular uploads of gags, one-liners, puns, and just about everything to adorn your face with that refreshing smile.

My hair, or the lack of it, speaks for itself. It comes from my ancestors. We call it our hairloom, handed down to us from generation to generation. It’s part of our hairitage.

Nowadays, when I watch horror movies, it’s my blood pressure that rises instead of my hair. My friends know it’s useless to tell me hair-raising stories.

Matter of fact, my barber is offering to sell me a wig. But I declined because I simply could not afford toupee the bills.

Actually, I used to have a pate full of hair. But that was many hairs ago. Now it just follows the lyrics of a song: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow.

Some people have what we call a Life Saver haircut. There’s a big hole in the middle.

Some hairs are parted in the middle. Mine is simply departed.

My hair resembles our economy. It’s always suffering from recession.

Some people call my hair religious. It’s always going on a retreat.

I think I'm a born loser. The other day I discovered even my wig has split ends!

But there’s one advantage about a balding pate. We are always first to know whenever it starts to rain.

The good thing about thinning hairline is that we save a lot on shampoo. The problem is that we spend more on facial soap.

Three ladies were discussing what to wear to the club dance. "We're supposed to wear something to match our husband's hair; I'm going to wear black," said one. Another said, "I'm going to wear brown." "Gosh," said the third, "I don't think I'll go!"

My friend came to divulging his age when an acquaintance asked if his hair was receding prematurely. "No," he said. "It's right on time!"

Young Teddy was told that the reason for his father's complete baldness was a lot of anxiety and domestic trouble. When a new baby was born in the household, Teddy got to look at it and then demanded to know what the baby was worrying about.

Then there was this tall baldheaded soccer player who accidentally headed the ball into his own net. A spectator shrieked, "Hey, Bill, you ought to have chalked your cue!"

A woman on a tube train thought she recognized her husband in the crush, pushed towards him and gave him a big hug and a kiss. It turned out to be a complete unknown stranger. Embarrassed, she said, "I'm sorry, but your head looks just like my husband's from behind!"