Sounds like a wise old bowel.
To wit: to woo.
Me: I don't wanna alarm anyone, but I think someone in this room might be an owl.
Sisters kids: Who? WHO?
Me: gasp OH NO IT'S WORSE THAN I THOUGHT!
cue 2 hours of 4 small kids running around the house like nutcases screaming who at each other
Sister: You don't get to tell my kids dad jokes anymore. You're not even a dad Me: I'm a faux pas
I can report that they are having an owl
You have probably never heard us
Because if they did they'd be vowels.
I reckon they are all Inca hoots.
I suggested the male owl was trying to mate with the female. My friend said no, they were probably married and it was a domestic dispute. Our professor said, "maybe someone forgot to pay their owlimony."
Fly-By Hooting.
One can shoot but canβt hit
He's from the hoot
It's an absolute hoot.
It didn't give a hoot.
It was a hoot.
:D
With Ka-Hoot ;)
An owl, because they give a hoot!
Professor Soak
I think they were Inca Hoots!
Who?
Due to a difference in a pinion, a flock of doves attempted to stage an immediate coo by just winging it. So it wasn't surprising that, after creating an add-hawk unit (which many in the bird community considered fowl play), the eagles' military was just too strong and talonted, and the fledgling, emutional uprising subsequently took a tern for the worst.
It was a real hoot.
Him: Knock knock
Me: Who's there?
Him: Who
Me: Who: who?
Him: Are you an owl?
ΰ² _ΰ²
Who's there?
There's an owl at the end of this joke.
There's an owl at the end of this joke who?
I did my best owl impression, complete with hooting noises and flappy wings, whilst offering tea, backrubs and pillow fluffs. When she finally asked what I was doing I replied "my owly check".
I'd like to say the groan was due to ailment, but it was all me.
Because they're a hoot!
A bird that dont give a hoot.
"Owls who?"
"Yes the last time I checked they do"
from my friends dad at a boy scout camping trip. the monotone delivery and a satisfied grin really put the gravy on it.
They were in co-hoots.
... it was a hoot.
Me: βWeβre ten miles from Terre Haute and then another 80 to Indy.β
Dad: βIβve never been to Terre Haute but I bet we could have a Terre Hoot of a good time.β
Bard: I take out my lute and start playing
Druid: I take out my flute and join in
Dm: rolls. Everybody loves it. (Paraphrased. Took much longer)
Me: Hey. Where did you keep the flute? Would you say maybe in the brim of your shoe? Like how some keep a knife in their boot? Please, just go with it
So the lute and the flute from the boot was a hoot
Hoot-ini
Mass hootings.
I heard it was a hoot
He wasn't a pheasant bird, but don't get me wrong he wasn't a fowl bird either. He just kept quiet and didn't seem to give a hoot about anything.
>Me: That necklace suits you because you're so wise.
>Wife: It suits me because I'm a hoot!
groans. So good it hurts.
They were Inca Hoots.
My friend proudly told me how he got his daughter with this one.
Me: "You'll get a hoot out of this." hand her the earring
Her: "I was wondering where this went!"
Me: "Well now you have owl of them."
One can shoot but not hit, while the other one can hoot but not shit.
One can shoot but not hit and the other can hoot but not shit.
One can hoot but canβt shit while the other can shoot but canβt hit.
