I'm the Norse god of mischief, but I don't like to talk about it. Guess you could say I'm low-key.
Today I started an argument with my wife while riding in an elevator. I was wrong on so many levels.
What do you call a witch that lives at the beach? A sandwich.
Did you hear about the superhero with the lisp that always worked out? He's Thor.
I used to run a dating service for chickens. But I was struggling to make hens meet.