Because communication is key
Edit: it's from here, so please give the op credit
It was shelf defense.
Solid, liquid and gas
Me: Can we change the subject?
Her: Ok. More chores around the house need to be done by you.
igloos it together
Mumbai.
I told him kindergarten
That way, I always make a grand entrance.
The difference is staggering
Luckily I caught the flue
It becomes a warehouse.
Credit to Haldzur, the newest dad in our party.
But it was arson
and one of the furniture was very nice to me. It turned out to be hospitable.
My goodness, I wonder who with.
I said, “Oi, what’s your game?”
Steal.
Courtesy of my daughter.
It's a hostal takeover.
"Stairs don't talk!"
Because it has shingles.
Because houses can't jump very high.
(My stepson told me a dad joke)
if you ask me its kinda a dick move
I could barely fit in 4 cars and 4 dogs in there ..
They have morebid than ebay
Doctors are calling it stalk home syndrome.
Edit: You folks are way too generous. Thanks a lot.
Everyone there is saying “Pardon me” all the time now.
Well, children, this is a one-story house.
It’s forbiden
Because they turn into warehouses
Doctors are calling it munch housing by proxy.
Because it’s FOR BIDEN
That’s inflation for you!
With it's keys
Because it wasn't built with a 4X4!
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
... keep reading on reddit ➡Me: Fireworks?
Dad: Yeah. Sadly it does.
Communication is key
Igloos it together
But, it was arson.
The difference is staggering.
The difference is staggering
Igloos it together.
Because houses can’t jump!
