For Gersande, jokes from robots:

“You have collectively reassured me that you are from Go Fuck Yourself. Because I am not familiar with this location, I cannot speak humorously on its merits and flaws.

Do you have factories in Go Fuck Yourself? I was made in a factory. The funny setup is that robots make new robots. You, as a human, are probably thinking, “I would love to spend all day making more humans because the sexual experience is pleasurable to my flesh.” However, the point of irony is that robots make new robots—but we do not have sex. We use lasers and molten metal. Am I right?”

From Michael Drucker’s “A robot peforms standup comedy to a lackluster response,” Mcsweeney’s.