...but really, thereβs a whole world of differences between them.
"Just 5 minutes more "
A lonely cry from an abandoned turd.
I am impressed with his shelf confidence.
The game is a foot!
Decomposing.
a π-thon
I responded with hi pregnant, i'm dad.
"No you're not."
Thatβs it, thatβs the joke! ;)
But it's up there.
They were quite MEADiocre
One might say he is a master baiter.
Its apparent.
Surely it's a pigment of their imagination ?
Because he is the supreme ruler.
Any more and it would be two farty...
Sitting at home, reading his Wikipedia page.
" You know my method. It's founded upon the observation of Trifles. "
They must have been itentacle twins.
because it was a big target
βHow do ya know exactly how many?β I inquired
Lumberjack: βEasy. I keep a log.β
Laika million to one
He said, βSorry. No time.β
Perfect thyme-ing.
A Οthon
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Owlsays
Owlsays who?
Yeah, thats exactly what an owl says!
It was a brief case.
He scored a home run every single at bat, and always the exact same way. Way over right field, too high for anyone to reach, and it always landed in exactly the 17th row of the stands, give or take a couple feet.
He earned the nickname βthe machineβ for how consistently he hit the exact same spot every time. Right field, 17th row, every single time. He did this for 20 years before he retired. Tickets to the 2-3 seats that the ball always landed on sold for over $2k a pop by the time he retired because you were guaranteed at least a couple home run balls.
And the day he retired a reporter asked him βHow does it feel to be retiring as the greatest hitter of all time?β
Hugh just looked at the reporter puzzled. βWhat do you mean?β He said.
The reporter clarified βliterally over 5,000 times you went to the plate and hit a home run to right field, 17th row of the stands!β
Hugh looked dejected and disappointed βyeah, my greatest failure...β
βWhat do you mean?β Said the reporter incredulously.
Hugh letβs out a long sigh, and looked down at the ground quietly for a moment before finally speaking.
βIβve been aiming left this whole timeβ
Only times new roman
Itβs the opposite of Outback Steak House.
My 12 year old daughter Ruby made it up so... not exactly a dad joke.
D.
When she left, she gave back the $100 exactly. I lost interest in that relationship.
After discovering he'd been given a parking ticket, the giant exclaimed in disappointment as he approached his house. This startled a burglar inside, causing him to flee from the property but not before trapping his stubby digit in the door, causing him to leave blood at the scene. Thankfully, the giant's powerful nasal abilities allowed him to aid police as he was able to detected the exact nationality and gender of the robber in question. When interviewed, the giant simplified the story for us by saying,
"Fee, Fie, Foe, Thumb, I smell the blood of an English Man."
I know because every time I cut one, I keep a log.
I know because every time I cut one, I keep a log.
