My dad sent me an email. It was titled ‘chem’ and all it said was:
’Making bad chemistry jokes because all the good ones Argon’
I replied with some of my favorites:
'Two chemists walk into a bar. The first one orders H2O. The second one orders H2O too. The second one dies.
Helium walks into a bar. The bartender says, “We don’t serve noble gases here.” Helium doesn’t react.
Silver walks up to gold in a bar and says, “Au, get outta here!”
What did the bartender say when oxygen, hydrogen, sulfur, sodium, and phosphorus walking into the bar? OH SNaP!
What do you do with a sick chemist? If you can’t Curium and you can’t Helium, then you have to Barium.
If Iron Man and Silver Surfer teamed up, they’d be alloys.
How many atoms are in guacamole? Avocado’s number.
I heard Oxygen and Magnesium were going out, and I was like Omg!
Potassium asked Sodium on a date, but Sodium was like Na and Potassium was like K.’
His reply was the following images:
I fucking love my family.