A list of puns related to "Frequentative"
I try to use it as often as possible.
It runs in your jeans.
Ted Pundy
Whoops, wrong bus!
Especially if you take them when you are driving.
you could say it's a stalling tactic.
"Have we been here before? I'm sure we've been here before." - Every male member of my family (including my Alzheimer's stricken grandfather).
Every time.
They always say they’ve been herbivore.
She always says "I can't breathe" to which I always respond "I know, you take my breath away too"
It's called 'I'm a Bar Bee Grill in a Bar Bee Whirl'
Because they get TIRED quickly.
I guess you could say, I drink to spaghett.
When we began discussing what to dine on this evening, she says to me, "How about we have something for dinner that starts with a 'p' and ends with an 'a' and isn't pasta?"
I roll my eyes and groan animatedly.
"There is no way a single pea is going to feed all three of us!"
^^She ^^laughed ^^harder ^^at ^^that ^^than ^^any ^^of ^^my ^^previous ^^corny ^^jibes, ^^so ^^I ^^thought ^^I'd ^^share...
At first the curse just brought him bad luck, causing vital equipment to break and provoking frequent but small injuries to him and his crew. Soon, however, the curse darkened and diggers the man had hired to help work his claim began to die in bizarre ways.
One was killed by an African scorpion that should never have made it to Alaska, let alone have survived the cold. A second drank a gallon of the mercury used to separate the gold from the ore. A third was found with a tree growing up through his body.
The man himself who owned the claim became more and more pale. His eyes became all white. His skin began to give off an overpowering smell of sulfur. He slept all day and at night he wandered the mountain above his claim, coming back each day looking more like a beast than a man.
The curse became so bad the last worker alive ran away to the nearest town to tell the authorities what was happening at the claim.
In an attempt to save the claim owner's life and lift the curse, a priest was brought in by dogsled to perform an exorcism on the man.
A sherriff from the town came with the priest as a bodyguard.
The exorcism was long, but apparently successful. Immediately the man's color returned, the sulfur smell disappeared, and he was able to sleep through the night for the first time in six months.
After the man awoke, the sherriff immediately arrested the man and brought him back to town with the priest. Standing in front of the judge, the sherriff was asked what charge the law had against the claim owner whose life had just been so dramatically turned around.
The sherriff looked at the man, then looked back at the judge and said in a slow and rumbling voice, "Possession as a miner."
I get stuck at work a lot.
...but let's not mince words.
A Karma Chameleon!
In 1827, after Beethoven died, he was buried outside the local church, in the graveyard, and people came to pay their respects frequently.
One morning, about a week after the funeral, two girls came to leave some flowers on his grave, only to hear strange, unearthly sounds coming from it. Creeped out, they called for the local Paranormal Investigator.
The Investigator arrived an hour later, and with him, a small crowd, who had come to see what was happening to the composer’s grave.
Suddenly, one member of the crowd exclaimed, “I recognise that sound! It’s his 9th Symphony, backwards!”
Soon after, another said, “and that’s his 8th, backwards!”
After leaning closer to the grave to inspect this for himself, the Investigator straightened himself up, gave a soft chuckle, and said:
“Never fear, ladies and gentlemen! Beethoven’s just decomposing.”
A pun'dit.
Sorry, this one only works as a picture: http://imgur.com/a/JwNOc
I try to use it as often as I can
"So a man and a woman decide to get married and merge their bank accounts. One day she was trying to log on to the account but didn't know the the password her husband had set up. She turns to her husband and asks him if he remembers. He responds with yeah, it's CinderellaPeterPanSnowWhiteSpongebobSacramento the wife stares at her husband shocked and asks "what kind of a password is that?" he responds with "Well, they required four characters and a capital."
Badum tsshhhhh
I love this subreddit but some jokes just come around 5+ times a day, would it be possible to remove -frequent- reposts?
As for the joke:
My wife got mad at me because apparently I have no sense of direction. I immediately packed my stuff and right!
(I hope not everyone knows my joke yet, haven’t seen it on here.)
Dad always said, "confusion"
"I was hoping that you could give me some pointers."
The priest, after taking a moment to accept the fact that he's speaking with a pastry, offers a warm smile in response.
"That is truly a noble calling." he says. "Most frequently, individuals who wish to become priests begin by growing active in their parish, then entering a seminary. While in attendance there, would-be clergy members work to excel in every regard, reaffirming their beliefs and devoting themselves to the path of righteousness. When the time comes, a given initiate will be ordained as a deacon, which will allow them passage to priesthood."
"That sounds like a very involved process." the donut confesses. "I'm not sure I have the time."
"If you don't mind me asking…" replies the priest. "What made you think you wanted to join the clergy if you're not willing to make a commitment to the process? Why do you want to be a priest at all?"
"Well…" the donut answers. "See, it's because I'm holey."
We know he frequently fasted which made him somewhat frail and caused bad breath. We also know that he often went without shoes, making the souls of his feet very tough.
This made him a... Super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
(I’ll see myself out)
The man never took it seriously at first, he figured he was just getting older and blamed it on age.
After a few weeks, the man has developed an incredible frequent and annoying cough.
His wife is annoyed and is constantly telling him to go the doctor, but the man kept refusing.
One day during an argument, his wife has had it with his coughing and hacking and tells him "Im making a bet, if this damn coughin kills you i'm writing ' I told you so' on your tombstone!"
The man laughs her off since they both have a twisted sense of humor, and tells her its a deal, if the coughin kills him she can carve that.
The man continues on for another week
One day the man is out going for a walk through his neighborhood, when a freak accident occurs between a truck carrying coffins and a car, which results in a coffin flying off the truck, tragically landing on the old man and kills him.
Later at his funeral, his wife makes a very odd request to have them carve "I told you so" on his headstone.
When the caretaker asks her why she wants to do this, she tells him about their dark humor, and fills him in on the bet they recently made.
The caretaker is touched by the story, and agrees to do it for her, because in the end,
It was that damn coffin that killed him
On the night walk with our 2 pups. One is obsessed with toads and every item on the road is suspiciously inspected. Frequently a leaf is sniffed and nosed to encourage a leap. Tonight, a piece of gravel caught her eye with exuberant tailnub wagging! “Oh pupper that isn’t sedentary; it’s sedimentary.”
Hope you like it too.
He frequently has brushes with death
Once upon a time, there was a man named Phil. Phil had just graduated High School and was going to college to be a railroad conducter. Unfortunately, he was horrible. He failed half his classes, he barely knew what a train was, and he frequently peed on the railroad tracks. Somehow, he managed to get a bachelor's degree in conducting. After college, he went to a decent job at a railroad. It had an average pay grade and everyone was relatively nice to him. It was a nice stable job, so no one knew why, on the fateful day of October 13, 2017, he snapped and killed everyone on board. He was detained and taken court, where he was almost immediately sentenced to death by the judge. His personal security guard asked him, "What do you want for your last meal?" Phil replied, "I want a guava orange." The guard was baffled. She had no idea what the fuck a guava orange was, much less how to find one. So, like anyone who doesn't know where to find something, she got one on eBay. She brought it to Phil, who immediately wolfed it down. She then escorted him to the electric chair, strapped him in, and flipped the switch. Nothing happened. Baffled by this odd occurrence, the guard said, "Well you've served your time, I guess you're free to go." So Phil reintegrated to the world and found a new job. This one was well paying and everyone there loved him, so everyone was even more baffled when he flipped out on his new co-workers. He was returned to court, sentenced to death, and the same guard asked him, "What do you want for your last meal?" Phil said, "I'd like a guava orange." It took the guard two months to track down a guava orange this time, but she finally found one in a Baghdad market stand. She gave it to Phil, who wolfed it down and proceed to the electric chair. The guard flipped the switch - and nothing. The guard said, "I guess you're free again," and released Phil into the world. He immediately got an extremely high paying job, everyone there adored him, it was perfect. At least, until he snapped yet again and killed everyone there. The judge sentenced him to death again, and the guard asked him, "Let me guess, guava orange?" Phil nodded, and the guard set out on her quest. It took her two years to find the very last guava orange, and when she brought it back Phil wolfed it down and sat in the chair. The guard flipped the switch and nothing happened,so she shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!" Phil said, "I guess I'm just a bad conductor
... keep reading on reddit ➡My Uncle Ray was a 2 pack a day smoker and frequently let the ash burn all the down before tipping it off. As a result he was frequently spilling ash on his clothes. Whenever this would happen, he would look at us, grin and say
"Guess I really made an ash of myself, huh?"
He is frequently depressed.
Newscaster: ...and in health news, a study showed that frequent orgasms help support immunity....
Mom: Honey, that must be why you’re never sick (winks)
Dad: Yeah, that’s because I’m self-medicated!
Boyfriend and I went to Portillo's (Italian Beef sandwich place in Chicago) and ordered sammies.
While we were eating, I started a story with the phrase, "so, I kind of have a beef with..."
He pauses, looks down at my now-empty sandwich wrapper and responds with,
"well, you had a beef..."
Also, I've stopped asking him to call my phone when I misplace it because I'm tired of the "what do you want me to call it?" response.
Boy and I have been together for...8 months or so, dad-jokes only got super frequent recently - men of /r/dadjokes - is this a condition that occurs after several months of dating? Please help.
:)
It gives them frequent frier miles!
Sorry about being a little out of touch the past couple of months. My business partner bailed on me in January and I'm in the process of forming a new corporation with a couple of investors, hiring a new bookkeeper (my expartner's wife used to do that), arranging a storage facility, moving offices and re-organizing staff. It has been hectic.
Part of my business model is consulting. I recently had an experience that proves the value of consulting & demonstrates how consultants can make a difference in an organization. I was very impressed. I think this is a segment that I can develop with financial help.
Last week, I went out with some friends to a new restaurant (Steve's Bistro & Provisional Ales). I noticed that the waiter who took our order carried a spoon in his shirt pocket. It seemed a little strange. When the busboy brought our water and utensils, I noticed that he also had a spoon in his shirt pocket. Then I looked around and saw that all the staff had spoons in their pockets. When the waiter came back to serve our soup I asked about the spoon.
He told me that restaurant's owner had hired Andersen Consulting to revamp all of our processes. After several months of analysis, they concluded that the spoon was the most frequently dropped utensil. It represents a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons per table per hour. Everyone started to carry a spoon & since the staff is better prepared now they reduced the number of trips back to the kitchen and are saving 15 man-hours per shift.
A few minutes later I dropped my spoon and & my waiter replaced it with his spare. (I think that he thought I was texting him). He said that he would get another spoon next time I go to the kitchen instead of making an extra trip to get it right then. Pretty smart efficiency. These are the types of little changes I plan to make as we move forward.
As we finished dessert I noticed that there was a string hanging out of the waiter's fly. Looking around, I saw that all of the waiters had the same string hanging from their flies. Before my waiter walked off, I asked the him, about the string. He lowered his voice & told me that not everyone is that observant. The consulting firm he had told me about also learned that the restaurant can save time on bathroom breaks. By tying the string to the tip of the penis, the male staff can pull the penis out without touching it and eliminate the need to wash their hands. This small change shortens the ti
... keep reading on reddit ➡...is Trump's frequent golfing trips.
No, I'm half left.
My fiance told me last night, while discussing terrible but great jokes, that her dad would let that one rip all too frequently when she was younger. Much eye rolling. I think it's hilarious and will pass on the tradition when we spawn smaller humans.
Having nothing much else to do to pass the time, they engaged in frequent conversation with each other about whatever tickled their fancy.
Well, one year, a sapling took root between the two trees and having not much else to talk about, they argued about the sapling for years.
"It's a son of a beech," the beech would say.
"No, it's a son of a birch," the birch would say.
And back and forth they would go.
Well one year, when the sapling was starting to get big and tall, a woodpecker happened to fly along and land on the beech.
The beech, seeing an opportunity to settle this argument once and for all, said, "Hey, woodpecker. I need a favor. I want you to fly over to that young tree there, and tell me whether that tree is a son of a beech or the son of a birch."
Well, the woodpecker not having much else to do said, "Sure thing!" and flew over to the young tree and gave it six good taps.
-tap tap tap-
-tap tap tap-
And flew back.
"Well?" the birch said.
"Well?" the beech said.
"Is it a son of a beech, or the son of a birch?"
The woodpecker said, "Neither."
"Neither!?"
"That, my friends," the woodpecker said, "is the best piece of ash I've ever put my pecker in."
We skip most of the football due to the annoying announcers, confusing rules and frequent replay delays, but I was able to come up with an answer when he asked what happens when both teams fail to score in OT. It’s a tie, Dad.
This bike shop takes in old bicycles, repairs them, and sells them for an incredibly low price. I volunteer there pretty frequently mostly because I want to learn about bike maintenance.
Another volunteer and I were working on evaluating a bike to see if it was alright to sell. We were both trying to get the tires off the rims.
"Fuck, this tire is not coming off!"
"Yeah, it's being really tiresome."
He looked at me, shook his head, gave a slight groan, and started to laugh.
You'll have to stop to piss frequently.
I emailed my dad a link to a copycat recipe of KFC's coleslaw, since he frequently tries to replicate it. He's very wary of spam and virus links, so I sent him a text to let him know the email incoming from me was legit, and I got back this gem:
Me: Hey, I just emailed you a link to a copycat recipe for KFC's coleslaw, and I just wanted to give you a heads up that it's not spam.
Dad: No, it's coleslaw.
Years ago I used to use a LexisNexis database of companies that would give corporate information like name, address, and general business description. While most of them were pretty bland, there were a bunch of them with some really cheesy puns, and over a few years I built quite a collection.
Today I share with you "NEXIS IS RIDICULOUS.txt":
It's been a while since my first post, but its hard to remember all the dad jokes that fly around our assembly line after working all night. Anyway, on to the joke:
The 3 usual dads on my line (Paul, Kevin, and myself) were talking when were approached by John carrying a step ladder. "This is my step ladder. I never new my real ladder." Then walked away as we all howled with laughter.
Hopefully post can be more frequent. I have considered writing this stuff down.
I was talking to my dad on the phone as I pulled up to my apartment. There are deer that frequent the yard next to it and one has a bad limp.
While talking I said poor limpy to which my dad responded "maybe she can join the oLIMPics." I laughed pretty hard after that.
My father does not frequently make dad jokes, but today he surprised me. For thanksgiving many family members are all in the same house. I was lying in bed and so he and my brother came to get me up. My brother says "you should probably get up. Mom is up, jon is up, ben is up..." and my dad turns to me and says "Even tom is up." It takes me a minute but I realize that he has his thumb up and that through his slight accent the line between thumb and tom is fine. In a language that is not his first, my dad has finally made a dad joke. I am a proud son.
Dad: Why does our president visit the gastroenterologist frequently?
Me: Why?
Dad: Because he can't stop Putin.
"Hey," she said, more brightly. "According to this book, 'the beaches of Cabo Blanco are frequented by a variety of wildlife, including howler and white-faced monkeys, three-toed sloths, and coatimundis.' You think we'll see a three-ted sloth, Dad?"
"I bet we do."
"Really?"
"Just look in the mirror."
"Very funny, Dad."
Me: How did you shoot?
Dad: Frequently
I was talking to my parents about what food I can eat in the morning, and how I'm pretty much limited to Greek Yogurt.
"Whats the difference between Greek Yogurt and Regular Yogurt?" Asked my dad.
"The bacteria is more cultured." explained mom
"What does that mean? Do they listen to classical music and frequent the art museum?"
My dad: "Do you know why he barks so much?"
Her: "No...?"
My dad: "Because he can't meow!"
He frequently tells this story with a huge grin on his face, as he emphasizes that she didn't get the joke.
My dad is convinced that he coined the term "SQTM" online, meaning "smiling quietly to myself," in lieu of the often-hyperbolized "LOL." And tries to implement it frequently.
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