Oh well, hind sight is 1.
More on this after the break.
...I need to seek kelp for this addiction.
Me: Word, doc.
I said we could table it for now.
Circuit Paul Dickhard
It was a tender subject.
DON'T BE JELLY!
Trevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevor’s love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevors’s degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevor’s front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasn’t keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
“Well” said Jeff, “As I’m sure you know the convention comes to town later”.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
“Yes of course” replied Trevor
... keep reading on reddit ➡I really need to draw the lime somewhere.
The irony is that I’m a Gemini.
and if I wear my robes to the wedding she’ll leave me at the Altaïr
And then I saw her face...
(Adapted from a youtube comment)
But in the end. It doesn't even matter.
It literally Taurus apart.
I told her she'll need to wait till the summer window if she wants a free transfer!
Her: Yes
Me: I knew it!
Goes to show that you can’t have your Pi and Edith too.
It starts with one thing...
... But hey !! Take a look at me now.
Oh well, hindsight is 1.
WOO HOO!
I told her, "Wait, this isn't what you think it is!"
I replied, "That's 15 love!"
I was skeptical at first, but then I saw her face...
Every morning they would tell me to get Up
I said: May divorce be with you
(Tried to crosspost, but r/dadjokes does not allow crossposting of images)
Feeling cannelloni right now.
I said, “Wait, I can change.”
And they’re off!
I can't wait to get down on one knee nor knee nor knee nor!
More on this after the break.
More on this after the break.
In the end it Taurus apart.
More on that after the break.
More on this after the break.
In the end it Taurus apart
More on this after the break.
More on that after the break.
Oh well, hindsight is 1.
In the end it Taurus apart.
More on that after the break.
But it just goes in one ear and out the same one.
I’m feeling cannelloni right now.
But in the end, it doesn't even matter.
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
"And they're off!"
“And they are off!”
