I just had to think outside the pox.
Patient: I can’t say that I do.
Therapist: Exactly. That’s one of them.
…they can’t see the bald spot on top of my head
'Cause everyone said it had a pointess life
It's because this is my cup of tea.
You share the same perspective on life
Pers(things)pective.
...I don't care if they both are!
It was groundbreaking.
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Because it was written in worst-person perspective.
Dads (and teachers) know already that puns are a great way to increase kids' vocabulary. But it's increasingly obvious to me that forums like this can also be a tool for teaching sensitivity, and getting out of your "bubble" to gain a more informed perspective on differing opinions and cultures.
With that in mind, let's all of us, dads or not, keep in mind the global audience this forum has. I've come to terms with NSFW posts and comments - IMO it's up to parents to regulate what their kid reads. It's more about tone, and cultural or gender slurs. That's the dark side of humor that brings people down, whereas a solid pun or a smilie can add much-needed levity to someone's life :-).
That's all. /dad
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Dad: You should get a job at the U.S. Mint.
Child: Why?
Dad: Think of all the money you would make.
After two weeks the angel came back and reported his findings to God. "It's not good, 95% of the population is bad and only 5% is good"
God thinks about it and decides to send a second angel just to get a different perspective. Two weeks later that angel comes back and reports the same thing. 95% bad, 5% good.
God thinks on this for a bit and decides that he has to do something. He settled on sending an email of encouragement to the 5% of the population that is good to encourage them they are on the right track and to keep up the good work.
Do you know what the email said? No? Me either, we must be part of the 95%!
I asked my dad to keep my bike in the shed so when I go for rides it is easily accessible. He puts it in the shed. I cut my leg bringing it up from the cellar/crawl space.
Me: Dad, why did you put my bike in the cellar, I always fall up the stairs and its awkward bringing it out there. Dad: Why does it matter? Me: I always hurt myself and its hard bringing out of that shitty place! Dad: Well son, Life's like a penis. Sometimes its hard.
Gets me every time.
"I used to do drugs in the 70s, now I don't care what the temperature is"
... but his brother Frank was a monster.
It really puts into perspective that old adage “you have to spend money to make money”
It has given me a new perspective
From my perspective, and it's not going to be a popular one, but it would have to be the Monaco Grand Prix
He totally lost perspective.
Well to be perfectly honest, in my humble opinion, of course without offending anyone who thinks differently from my point of view, but also by looking into this matter in a different perspective and without being condemning of one's view's and by trying to make it objectified, and by considering each and every one's valid opinion, I honestly believe that I completely forgot what I was going to say.
I'm not sure... From an outside perspective though, the flag looks like a big plus.
At work today, a friend of mine came in with two dried Carolina Reaper peppers. If you aren't familiar with these bad boys, they are hotter than Lucifer's testicles themselves. 2.2 Million Scoville units. Two times hotter than the ghost pepper.
To put it into perspective, a jalapeno is about 5000 scoville units. This one was 2.2 fucking million.
Anyway. I walked past my buddy's desk and he asked if I wanted some of the pepper.
OF COURSE I DID!!!
He gave me 1/4 of one of these little peppers and he even dared me to chew it for 15 seconds before swallowing. Which I did. To say that my mouth felt like the burning hemorrhoids of satans budding asshole would be a vast understatement.
One of the girls who sat near my buddy looks at me -- pacing back and forth around the room, sweating, crying -- and she says:
>"Cane-Dewey, are you alright!?"
I could barely breathe let alone speak. But through all the pain and angush, I still managed to mutter out:
>"No, I'm half left.
Well, THIS puts things into perspective.
My old roommate moved out and accidentally absconded with my cheese spoon. She is coming back to my home-state and wrote this on my facebook wall.
Friend: Guess who else is coming back to CO- your cheese spoon! It's been on two continents and eight states in the last 8 months. It's coming back with a broader world perspective, but it's still the same spoon.
My Response: Perfect! Because all the cheese I eat is also cultured!
I will update if I get any wonderful eye-rolling responses.
Really close family friend of ours told us this one that allegedly happened while he was on duty. I'm going to tell it from his perspective, as it reads the 'funniest'.
So I'm on duty and we have to go and put out a simple brush fire off to the side of a busy intersection. Since it's the dry season of Southern California literally the smallest spark can cause a giant fire you know, so we're trying to put it out pretty fast. So we arrive there and we notice that an ambulance is speeding down the road to this one pretty sharp bend, and you know, they're making haste since they're on a code 3. A code 3 is where both the siren and the lights are on at the same time and they obviously have something that they need to do. Anyways, they're speeding around this corner and one of the backdoors gets flung open and a cooler flies out and lands at the curb. By this point we've handled the fire and we're just assessing the damage, like where it's spread, stuff like that, so I go and retrieve the container and I open it and inside there's a human toe in there. I tell most of my crew and we decide that we'll get the toe back to the paramedics and then head back to the station. So we call the emergency services and we let them know that some EMT's have left a human body part and didn't come back to get it. They tell us, "we'll have someone come pick it up soon". We wait about 20 minutes and no one arrives and we're all a bit startled that no one's come back to come pick up a fucking human toe, so we call back and they give us the same thing. Half an hour goes by so I decide to call AAA and see if they can help us. Sure enough, AAA is able to help us and within 10 minutes they dispatch the help we need by sending us a toe truck.
...I don't care if they both are.
I used to worry if one of my hairs was out of place, now I don't care if they both are...
