Signboard jokes

They are outgrowing themselves.

This bin dreams of becoming a dumpster.

Deep thoughts, shallow water.

Only your sitting time grows here.

The bin heard your click.

The pavement already has stage fright.

So far it only reached the fence.

It broke up with its better half.

Our luxury model is mostly nothing.

The caretaker is sweeping every record.

Standing counts as a breach.

Engines must stay outside.

It is very attached to your bike.

They still keep things spinning.

Now it has more clicks than gears.

Your bike is waiting for applause.

There was no room for books.

The roll set them free.

The world behind it sells cheese rolls.

Request leave before shaking.

It only gets noisy jobs.

Relax, just this one second.

It passed the crumb exam.

It still ends far too soon.

Its last sprint was to the rack.

They only meet by arrangement.

Please, not the ceiling again.

Whispering is not in the contract.

The sign already has sore muscles.

It only hugs you on landing.

New record: still here.

Unfortunately, it came along anyway.

It still sneaks into your backpack.

Please, none involving squared paper.

The timetable gets time off.

This does not count as homework.

Sadly, it cannot come along.

Hugs make it lose count.

The key is finally clocking out.

The scenery gets pricier from here.

It never chases a bus.

You can always count on it.

Rain gets creative from the sides.

At least the minute hand moves.

The longest trip is to its other end.

Order received, bus not so much.

It only travels if you come along.

Over there, the bus arrives yesterday.

The sunny side was too tiring.

They hide right under your nose.

The crosswords are still shy.

You still get no change back.

It is carrying everything again.

Eating quietly is a bonus level.

A clean breakup seems unlikely.

It is working on its next bubble.

It always repeats your opinions.

Its best view is at the end.

It only lights its own career.

Click, click, click: that was the echo.

Hanging around is its only job.

So far it stays on the wall.

The board has no seats.

Relax, it is part of the job.

Staying flat was too boring.

The judges award very tiny applause.

It prefers an extra layer of thought.

It keeps your dinner together.

The tomato lives between cheese and chaos.

It hides under the bun.

The surprise is the missing surprise.

Now it has a click, but no bite.

Preferably with a blob of ketchup.

The napkin is already claiming overtime.

Its request was crisply rejected.

Maybe a sock will return today.

Its world tour ends at the railing.

So far it only performs outside.

The wind taught it to say hello.

It has a career going down too.

Now the mailbox expects visitors.

Today's finish line is the clothesline.

The stain vanishes without applause.

Last seen before the spin cycle.

It might come back shrunk.

The laundry hangs on every word.

It only knows spins.

Their escape vehicle is the drain.

One bubble is not enough.

It is in the trolley anyway.

The cereal lives at the top.

It still always veers left.

It stays chill even in the fridge.

Especially your biscuits.

It wants to become a whole picture.

It only climbs with your points.

The machine stays polite anyway.

It drops everything from nerves.

Your thumb handles the interview.

It never gets beyond the basin.

Crumbs always come first.

It nearly splashes off target in surprise.

Jumping makes it start again.

It sees bags all day long.

It already wears everything in the shop.

Its partner handles the second half.

The sign will not send a bill.

The punchline is sweet enough.

The diploma comes with shade.

Each layer takes a break.

The crumbs are all here already.

Today it promotes cocoa.

It only hears steaming stories.

Only the timetable can dazzle here.

It plays hide-and-seek at rush hour.

Your bag has no windows.

You do not need to get off.

It has to keep going.

Turning does not fit its style.

It has lost its way again.

It stays seated anyway.

Small thoughts become huge here.

You found the extras too early.

The jackets are getting up already.

Its favourite moment is opening.

It will not even reveal the title.

It jumps before the film starts.

It tells the rest later.

Green matches your shoes today.

Its whole collection lies flat.

The skyline gives an invisible nod.

The clouds stay relaxed.

The potato wanted an early night.

The fries rejected it again.

Now the mustard thinks its taxi is here.

It trained for years on that stack.

Unfortunately that only applies to fries.

Now it wants bedtime cocoa.

It was asked for respect three times today.

Now you are last online too.

At least the carpet has no toes.

Unfortunately you have to queue for it.

It sneaked under the door.

At least they have strong connections.

At least your eyes are rolling.

But with a surprising number of shoes.

Now it is sulking with extra sparkle.

Your turn, please do not blink away.

It has been stuck at seven since Tuesday.

It has been searching for the exit for hours.

At least your jacket stays neatly hung.

Please do not apply with your elbows.

Your ribcage seems available.

We still have random foot twitching.

Unfortunately it is bringing every cloud.

Now it expects your weather review.

It offers excellent views of ducks.

It still waddles very busily.

Now it wants a receipt for quacking.

Now it wants a backhand click.

Someone keeps sending it back.

Now it is ordering room service itself.

You may hang behind it by the handle.

The fork still oversleeps again.

It checked in alone yesterday.

It only accepts water.

Today it only wants to go up.

Unfortunately it puts them back on the bed.

It only sleeps on soft guests now.

You can look back for free.

It still hangs very high.

Now it is dreaming of another zero.

It cannot carry itself after all.

So far only the lawnmower arrives.

Now it demands its own castle wing.

It still refuses to drop a leaf.

Now the gnome has no privacy.

The sun is tickling it again.

It has a rather inflated opinion of itself.

Especially your weight.

Now it demands compensation in air.

Every joke has sunk so far.

It arrived before sunrise.

Now it is holding your cursor too.

No yacht can impress it.

Every gust makes a new parting.

Now the entire complaints committee is coming.

Unfortunately it does that to everyone.

It finally wants colour coordinated guests.

It will definitely stay until next summer.

Three prongs count as casual today.

Your plate has launched a search.

It was folded three times specially.

Now it demands a second reception.

The knot is already nervous.

It demands its own plate.

Now it records your click as an expense.

It cannot even do a coin squat.

Unfortunately always out of your pocket.

Colour costs extra.

It finally wants to work in the garden.

Now it prints your curiosity double sided.

It has the strongest contents.

It has paper issues again.

The chairs have already quit.

The cushions get no say.

Now it wants to try the shower.

Only vacuuming brings it down.

The vacuum keeps it grounded.

It wants its own window inside the window.

It got the floor wrong.

Its railing already has shaky knees.

It just keeps forgetting your shadow.

Please do not cheat while smiling.

Your collar has clearance already.

Now even the cloakroom is clapping.

Only wet shoes clap automatically.

It finally wants to carry someone.

It hopes nobody steps on stage.

It lengthened its hem specially.

So far it only knows flat lands.

Now your curiosity is officially certified.

Now the door expects visitors with cake.

The map has lost it again.

It secretly collects shoe stories.

Now it thinks it has been chosen.

They find your argument rather heavy.

The cucumber does not understand the excitement.

It cannot help that from up here.

Dismissal would be a rather scratchy affair.

It is hard to persuade.

Now it demands five more centuries off.

The sizes run a little square here.

It has stood longer than you have waited.

Its castle wing must face south.

Now it demands its own gardener too.

The thorns are its security staff.

It does not make it wiser.

Now it wants its key back.

It saw you coming from far away.

All that lifting hurts its joints.

A firm opinion is too heavy.

It wants nothing to do with the splashing.

Now every stone says hello again.

Your trainers finally bring some variety.

Its punchline is at the other end.

Now it clicks back, back, back.

The last word, the last word.

Its hinges squeak with excitement.

Its lift is a fork.

Every sneeze makes it start again.

It is turning that into a career as a swan.

It has stood perfectly still for hours.

It keeps arriving at four.

Now it demands its own staircase.

Its grand ambitions need three plates.

Otherwise it will sit alone again.

A crown cannot replace a cushion.

It has too many pointy problems.

Even the armour cannot disagree.

It has been carried around too long.

Now it demands your royal seating measurements.

Your sore muscles get the sequel.

But a comfy cushion would be nice.

Unfortunately it is a paper wing.

The letters are already queuing.

Too late, the gnome packed it.

The dust made room specially.

It calls that its secret retreat tactic.