A Bagpiper, a Kangeroo, an Irish poet, and Mother Theresa walk into a bar . . . . . . . the barman, who was drying a glass, lifted his head and asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"

And Leroy the janitor, if you're listening, you are so fired. I mean really, I'm not paying you to jump around this place like a sugared up kangaroo.

I specifically reminded her bedside table on the kangaroo

Kangaroo

Kangaroo

Kangaroo has gone nuts, bananas.

Kangaroo well, not here now.

Kangur

This bedside table drawer and the little kangaroo. Yes, it was in your little kangaroo.

What did the train conductor say to the kangaroo?