My Brother's Terrible Jokes

My brother texts me one terrible joke every day. He's been doing it since 2014. I've received approximately 1,800 terrible jokes.

"Why did the scarecrow win an award? He was outstanding in his field." "What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta." "I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down."

Most days I reply with a single eye-roll emoji. He considers this a victory.

He lives in Seattle and I live in Atlanta. We see each other maybe once a year. But every morning I get my terrible joke and I know he's thinking of me. Once, when he went camping and forgot for three days, I genuinely missed them. I texted him: "Where are my jokes?" He sent nine in a row.