...it was terabull.
Turns out it was just a Fanta sea
It was never the right time, so he spent his whole life waiting.
But that sort of thing stick in your mind.
She said, “What would you do when you finally see it?”
I said, “I’ll cross the bridge when I get there.”
He has lofty ambitions.
My wife said, “What are you going to do when you finally see it?”
Me: I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.
I thought I was in-sine!
Actually it's probably more of a knight mare.
I just don't think I can live with myself after hearing that.
It was a nightMARE
-WHO wants you to wash your hands.
-Who does?
-Yes
-Who wants me to wash may hands?
-Yes, WHO wants you to wash your hands and practice social distancing.
-I don't know who. My mom?
I woke up and realized it was a Fanta-Sea
“It was quite a hectic evening.”
It felt so real, I actually soiled myself.
I said, “no, I’m Micheal Jack son”
It was in tents.
I'd call it, Maine's main mane on main.
She's my Seoul mate
Someone was taking about their oral and aural studies. I said, "We don't listen when you talk about that." I woke myself up laughing.
It was surreal.
Jeff went to his local train station and begged for the job. He got a job, as a janitor. Every day he swept the train car floors. To make his job easier, he added certain style to his sweeping technique. He used a 3 level system for how powerful he wanted to sweep. He had a small sweep for small piles of dust. Medium sweeps for leftover chip bags and plactic bottles. And the Super Mega Large sweeps for when there were spider webs as big as the train.
Jeff was a master sweeper, so he got Promoted!.. To hobo kicking. Nowadays he comes to the train station early in the morning, finds the nearest hobo, and kicks him out. However, Jeff's legs hurt after several strong kicks, so he used his 3 level system in hobo kicking. He had a small kick for tiny, bite sized hobos. Medium kicks for your average sized hobo. And his Super Mega Powerful kick for 300 pound hobos.
Jeff was sooooo good at kicking hobos and he was Promoted!.. to coal shoveling. Jeff arrives 20 minutes before his train departure, loads up with the conductor, and shovels coal. likewise with his legs, Jeff's arms got tired after several large piles of shoveled coal, so he used his 3 level system to rest Jeff's weak arms. Jeff dumps small piles of coal in the incinerator to send the train at a slow pace. He dumps a Medium pile for a somewhat fast pace. But when the train station's 30 miles away and he's scheduled to arrive in 7 minutes, Jeff uses his Big Gargantuan Humongous shoveling strength to send the train at super sonic speed!
After all of Jeff's many years of working for this train station, they finally promote him to Train Conductor! Jeff shows up to work 30 minutes early on his first day, conducts the train for his first time ever, and crashes the train. He injures 30 and kills 13 more. Jeff is sentenced to Death.
The day of Jeff's execution, he's asked for his last meal. Jeff tells the guard that he wants a 13 foot stack of pancakes and a 40 ounce jug of green Kool-Aid. Jeff takes exactly 34 minutes to eat with it all. 26 Mintues later, Jeff is taken to the electric chair.
Jeff sits down in the electric chair, and is strapped in by a nearby guard. After all the safety precautions, they turn on the electric chair.
BZZZZZZ
Nothin happened. The guard is confused and Jeff is confused. The guard trys it again.
BZZZZZZ
Nothing. Jeff doesn't even move a muscle. The guard decides to let Jeff go since he can't kill him. Before Jeff leaves, the guard has one question.
Guard : "Excuse me um, J
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My wife got mad at me for something I did in her dream.
“I’m terribly sorry, honey, let me make it up to you. Let’s have a nice dinner out, and maybe we could get those shoes you’ve always wanted,” I told her.
“Oh, honey, I can hardly wait! Are we going tonight?” She asked.
I replied, “Sure thing. What time do you usually start dreaming?”
A farmer decides to sell everything he owns and use the money to buy vowels on Wheel of Fortune.
Old MacDonald lost his farm.
E-I-E-I-O
What a great guy.
Or is it just a pigment of our imagination?
It said "Stop dreaming about math, nerd."
I told her it's just a recurrying nightmare.
Turns out it was just a Fanta Sea.
When I woke up I realized it was a Fanta sea.
I guess you could say it was more of a Fanta sea.
It was a fanta sea
She asked me, “What are you going to do when you see it?”
I said, “Let’s cross that bridge when we get there.”
Turns out it was just a fanta-sea
I woke up and figured it was all a Fanta-sea
But when I woke I realized that it was just a Fanta sea.
She said, “ What are you going to do when you finally see it?”
I said, “Let’s cross that bridge when we get there.”
Her: What would you do when we see it?
Me: Let’s cross that bridge when we get there.
Actually it's probably more of a knight mare
But I realized that it was just a Fanta sea.
