I appreciate this contribution.
Even Oscar Wilde wasn’t above the occasional dad joke:
JACK: My dear Algy, you talk exactly as if you were a dentist. It is very vulgar to talk like a dentist when one isn’t a dentist. It produces a false impression.
ALGERNON: Well, that is exactly what dentists always do.
I don’t know if wikipedia articles are copyrighted or not, but copying and pasting one without any sort of acknowledgement or attribution after boldly proclaiming what’s appropriate and not for a message board seems rather disingenuous.
Deleted. The link didn’t work.
He did state the source was a browser, i.e. web search. Perhaps it was the Google AI lead definition. Those don’t typically have the standard blue text link at the bottom.
I’d rather talk about what makes a Dad joke than some poster’s behavior.
Nothing is ever gained from a browser. They can be gained via a browser, but there’s always some source on the other end. That’s what you should be citing.
I just saw two exemplars online:
How much does a rainbow weigh?
I don’t know; it’s pretty light
Why does Snoop Dogg carry an umbrella?
Fo’ Drizzle
(Bonus points on that last one if you are not at all Black, or into rap music, as it is a take on how Snoop, a well know rapper, tends to turn a phrase. The dissonance between the answer and the person delivering the answer can usually promise extra groans from the audience)
Man, that last joke was really updog.
What’s updog?
Not much, what’s up with you?
:High five:
I did actually manage to pull that one on a student a few years ago. And as @Moriarty mentioned, the incongruity of me, as a middle-aged un-hip (or whatever they call “hip” nowadays) white guy, saying it, was definitely part of the humor.
A rather meta one made the rounds recently.
Scene: Empire Strikes Back, Luke hanging on the precipice
Darth Vader: Luke, I know what you’re getting for Christmas.
Luke: How could you possibly know that?
Darth Vader: I have felt your presents.
Luke: That is the lamest dad joke ever.
Darth Vader: Funny you should mention that…
Every time my mom would tell my dad she was going to Ward’s (i.e. Montgomery Ward’s), he’d say, “Towards what?” Every single time.
Also, when she’d ask him to put out the milk (or anything else), he’d ask, “Why? Is it on fire?” Again, every single time.
These are dad jokes. They were directed at my mom, but that’s what they were.
A few of my Dad’s favourites:
Q: How do you avoid falling hair?
A: You get out of the way.
Q: What do ducks do when they fly upside-down?
A: They quack up.
Q: Did you take a bath today?
A: Why? Is there one missing?
Why do ducks have webbed feet?
To stamp out fires.
Why do elephants have flat feet?
To stamp out burning ducks.
On the other hand, there was no dissonance between what was said and the person saying it when my father would put on a somewhat more serious look than usual, and respond in a somewhat more serious tone than usual, like a White House Chief of Staff who’s just been informed about an especially important matter.
SOMEONE, off-handedly: “Huh, we’re almost out of milk.”
MY DAD, with a grim nod: “I’ll alert the media.”
In my family, going back at least a generation before me (1950s-60s), the variations on this were catsfor and henway. You’d casually sneak either into a conversation, hoping somone would ask:
“What’s catsfor?”
So you could reply: “catching mice!”
Or, for “What’s a henway?”
“About three pounds!”
It didn’t work on my mom, who is into art history but not trucks, when someone casually said they saw a crash on the highway between a semi and a henway, because she asked:
“What’s a semi?” 
I invented a new word!
“Plagiarism.”
“This room has great a-coo-iss-tics!”
“…acoustics.”
“See?”