I asked my friend Mason if he knew any, and he said it was a secret.

What’s red and bad for your teeth?

A father is sitting down to breakfast with his three daughters and the oldest one says:

“Dad, why am I named Rose?”

The father says: "Well dear, we have a tradition handed down from your mother’s side where, when a girl is born we place bouquets of various flowers around the rails of the crib and the type of flower whose petals fall off into the crib first becomes the daughter’s name.

The middle daughter says “That’s why I’m named Lily!”

The father says: “That’s right!”

The youngest daughter says: “HASSENBFLAUH!”

…and the father says: “Shut up, cinder block.”

I tried to think of one but it was too hard.