In case you think Erika is the only one who's got jokes.

Two bees ran into each other one day. "How's everything going?" one bee asks the other. "Terrible. Too much rain. No flowers or pollen."
Here's what you do," says the first bee. "Fly down five blocks. There's a bar mitzvah, with all kinds of fresh flowers and fruit. But here-put this yarmulke on. You don't want them to think you're a wasp."

One more:

Polly the parrot didn't look well, and the vet confirmed it. "I'm sorry," he told the owner, "I'm afraid your bird doesn't have long to live."
"Oh, no," wailed the owner. "Are you sure?"
The vet left the room and returned with a big black Labrador, who sniffed the bird from top to bottom, then shook his head. Next the vet brought in a cat. He too sniffed the parrot and sadly shook his head.
"Your bird is definitely terminal," said the vet, handing the owner a bill.
"Wait-$500! Just to tell me my bird is dying?"
The vet shrugged. "If you'd have taken my word for it, the bill would have only been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan..."

Booooooo