It was on my bucket list.
1. What is the most important drink in life?
Vitali-tea.
2. What do you call an uptight man with wet tapestry?
A wet blanket with a wet blanket.
3. Describe an uptight man with an erection holding an alcoholic beverage.
A stiff with a stiff with a stiff.
4. What do you call introverted window blinds?
A shutter-in.
5. What do you call an uncooked deer cookie?
Dat doe dough 'dough.
6. What do you call a plant's religion?
Agri-culture.
7. What do you call a football players' phone charger?
A Charger's phone charger.
8. What do you call a clock tower striking twelve?
High noon.
That's all I got.
So that's two things I can cross off my bucket list.
...and that's my Bucket List.
...and that's my Bucket list
Doctor said, you do look a bit pale
It's much better than my old bucket because the new one came with a lid.
It pails in comparison, really.
Mine is just pail in comparison.
In fact they pail in comparison
It got in pailed.
Pails in comparison
An alibino
- A five gallon bucket
- A wooden bucket
- A plastic beach bucket
- A mop bucket
- A KFC chicken bucket
- A bucket seat in my car.
When it's a little pail.
Because of how pail it was.
A bucket pails in comparison.
I responded, "Well, it IS a little pail!"
Surprised, she asked, "How do you know?"
I replied, "Well, it's a little pail!"
Bucket
Pail
Pot
Kettle
Can
Scuttle
The last one pails by comparison.
A pail.
It became a little pail.
It looks a little pail.
In fact, it was a little pail
when there was a terrible accident. The fire in his forge had gone out of control and set fire to the shop. The blacksmith nearly lost his life. He was bedridden for many months and relied on the help of his children and grandchildren to feed him, bathe him, and take care of all of his needs. Eventually he was able to get back on his feet, though his outlook on life had turned quite grim. He was now able to take care of himself, but he had lost much of his strength and dexterity from the injuries he sustained and he was unable to practice his trade. He fell into a deep depression and he spent most of his days sitting at home in front of the fireplace gazing into the flames, longing for the days when his strong hands could grasp a hammer and strike a hot piece of iron, slowly forging it into a beautiful piece of work.
One evening when the old man was sitting in front of the fire, he heard a knock at the door. It was his granddaughter, whom he hadn't seen in many months. She had overheard her father talking to her mother about how her grandfather was slowly slipping away into depression and hopelessness and she wanted to help. To the old man's surprise, she had brought him a puppy. "I thought that since you're always here all by yourself that you might want someone you keep you company," the granddaughter said. The old man's eyes welled up with tears and the little puppy instantly jumped into his arms and began licking the tears from his face. The old man and his granddaughter spent the next several hours sitting on the floor of his house watching the puppy chase around a rubber ball, bouncing, jumping, panting, and licking. In that short time, the old man had made complete turnaround from being sad, lonely, and hopeless, to smiling from ear to ear, full of joy with his new-found companion. As the hours grew late and the puppy grew tired, the granddaughter said "Well Opa, I'm glad you like your puppy, but it's late and I should be heading home. By the way, what are you going to call him?" "Life," said the old man, "because he has given me a new meaning and joy to mine." The granddaughter kissed her grandfather on the cheek, wished him goodnight, and she left.
Many years passed and all the while, the old man and his little dog were inseparable. Everywhere the old man went, Life was always with him whether it was the post office, the grocery store, and even when the old man went to the barber shop, the little dog would sit patiently until the last hair on
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My in-laws were over and playing with my son. My father-in-law put a small bucket on his head like a hat.
He looked at my son and asked, "Does this hat make me look pail?"
Me: Dad I feel sick
Dad: Well I don't think you're gonna kick the bucket yet, but you do look a little pail.
Mine is just a little pail in comparison.
But mine is a little pail into comparison.
Mine is just a little pail in comparison.
pails in comparison
“You look a Little Pail”
Mine is just a pail in comparison.
Mine is a little pail in comparison.
Are you feeling all right? You look a little pail!
