Yes, and?
They're always winging it.
I joined an improv group for skits and giggles.
Me: “That sounds cool. Do you guys have a plan or are you just gonna make it up as you go?”
(This was a couple years ago and I still look back on it as my peak dad joke)
It goes without saying
and today, we were playing a game of "Yes, Let's!" If you're unfamiliar, that's a group improv exercise where one person says "Let's do a thing!" and everybody else replies "Yes, let's!" and then proceeds to act out the scene. After acting out said scene, somebody freezes, then everybody freezes, and then someone else starts one.
In this case, it was "Let's go to a Michael Jackson tribute concert!" Now, we'd just been coached to assume distinct roles in an attempt to construct a coherent narrative, and so I, as an awkward, scrawny, blond white man, slipped effortlessly into the role of a shitty Michael Jackson impersonator. And I must have been doing something right, because the rest of the group quickly formed a scene as the audience, security, and crew, and stupidity ensued as I sucked at being Michael Jackson for all I was worth.
A few people started heckling, and then one of the audience members barged past security and mimed punching me in the head, whereupon I dramatically spun and dropped to the floor with a resounding THUD (knowing how to fall is a useful skill). The reaction was about a third laughs, a third stage-gasps, and a third just confusion. But I did get a few compliments after the exercise on my impression and my theatrics.
So I'd say that was a pretty big hit.
I guess he's not much of a stand-up guy.
He really raised the bar on that one
"Yes, my master, I have."
"And a waterfall, spilling mightly over the stones without taking anything out of its proper place?"
"Yes, my master, I have witnessed it."
"And the moon, when it touches the calm water to reflect all its enormous beauty?"
"Yes, my master, I have also seen this marvelous phenomenon."
"That is the problem. You keep watching all this shit instead of training."
Because there’s always room for improvement.
...but I stand corrected
So this is just a “quality shit post”
I can't believe it's not better.
Son: "It's holding up."
He rattles these off as I read r/dadjokes to him
That was the best slice of soup I've ever had.
When tooth dirty.
Anyone know if he meant human or animals ?
But as anyone that has worked the night shift knows it can be a long and boring affair. No great threats to defend against. So this knight decided to improve himself, night after night he would bring books to read while he stood guard. Learning languages, math, philosophy. The smarter he gets the more he realizes that he will likely leave the world and be forgotten. In his depression he turns to music, learning instrument after instrument, style after style. Using his knowledge of math to create beautiful patterns and moving songs. He learns that it is they rhythm more than anything that draws people to a song and sets his nights to finding the rhythm that will be universally loved. Now, hundreds of years after his death, people the world over still remember Sir Cadian's Rhythm.
UNEEDCHEF
Me: Iron Man dies at the end.
It improves division.
But booze will double your vision
With better arrow dynamics.
....but it stops your biscuit from getting soft..
Multi-level marketing
Stagnation
The older I get the more I like it.
Now it’s in-bee-leavable!!!
Tenfold
From now on no joke will be published without their scents of humour.
I planted myself on the sofa at the beginning of April and I've grown bigger ever since
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The noise was unbearable.
Rob Boss.
It was a soundboard
Didn’t really improve my Chinese food
I really want to have a daughter and name her Zelda.
I imagine, as she gets older she will spend all her time writing sick poetry and rhymes in her journal, growing her hair down to her back, not to spite me, but so she can donate it later, and expand her wit by studying improv comedy through highschool.
As she becomes famous, I hope she will invite me to one of her rap battles and put me in the front row. My heart will grow as she takes the stage, but fatherly intuition tells me something is wrong...Zelda is frozen at the microphone.
I see her up on the stage, eyes alight with fright, hair pulled tight into a bun. She and I lock eyes, a moment of silence passes and serenity slowly enters...THIS is the moment we have been waiting for all our lives.
Looking up calmly, I couldn't be more proud as I exclaim, "Rap puns, Zel. Rap puns, Zel! Let down your hair!"
I'm a steak-holder.
Me grammar sucks and i is imaginary.
Forgot where I left it.....
But her aim is starting to improve.
But then I turned around
