It will be worth the weight.
My deaf friend: heard immunity
Tipping hazard.
But then I did the hokey-pokey, and I turned myself around.
Just so I can say, "Your honour!! My client clearly isn't a flight risk."
The World Health Organization
Because of all the matches.
He told me, “If you fail at biology, you fail at life.”
He's not a flight risk.
Because they have no guts.
Back in the before times, when sit-down restaurants existed, I used to order boneless cheese sticks and would just throw the word "boneless" in front of any appetizer with 100% corniness. The purpose of this isn't to make a good joke. It's not a good joke. The purpose is to make my dining companions catch some cringe splash damage and want to crawl into a hole and die out of embarrassment for my being horribly corny.
But there is a real, deeper purpose that I've discovered entirely by accident. People, especially young people, are so self-conscious and worried about saying or doing something embarrassing that it taints a lot of social gatherings. They go to a restaurant and are afraid to speak up even when their order is blatantly wrong. They'll tip well even when the food took an hour to arrive and the server has disappeared into the corn stalks behind a baseball field. It takes 2 hours of hanging out together before some friends finally stop nitpicking themselves, uncomfortable in their own bodies and brains, feeling perpetually judged, and begin to relax. These are the kinds of people who go to sleep every night replaying cringey moments from high school. Their last thought of the day is when the Burger King girl said, "Enjoy your meal!" and they said, "Thanks, you too."
It takes 2 hours and/or a lot of booze before they're comfortable enough to take conversational risks and truly reveal themselves. But if I come right out of the gate with a really dumb joke, then we can cut to the chase. There's less danger because someone in the group already shot themselves in the foot, right off the bat. They pulled a pin on the cringe grenade and then jumped on it.
You cringe at my dumb joke and then we're over the hump. Someone has already done something pretty stupid, so go ahead and order the hubcap of nachos and a massive chocolate shake because nobody is going to judge you poorly while they're all judging me.
In terms of price negotiations (haggling), there is a psychological concept called "anchoring". You throw out the first number and all subsequent numbers are compared to that number. This is the same idea. We've already set the humor standard pretty low at "boneless cheese sticks", so you can say the dumbest shit you want and, as long as it's not worse than my cheesy joke, it won't matter.
This is why, when you were a teenager and your dad took you and some friends out, your dad made corny jokes. He knew they were corny jokes. You and your friends un
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He was running a little behind.
(I believe this to be original; but I wasn't willing to risk searching for the key terms required to determine if someone else came up with it... apologies if I'm repeating a long ago joke)
or else you'll get a little number.
Vegedarian
Call me the Master of Disaster.
He wasn't a flight risk.
He risked life and mlem.
“Something!”, I yelled at her. Warning: use at your own risk. I was smacked with a flip flop.
sectionally transmitted diseases!
They said that The Risk was too big.
prostate
A couple were watching the news.
"Two Brazilian men die in a skydiving accident," said the newscaster.
The blonde starts crying to her husband, sobbing... "That's horrible!!! So many men dying that way!"
Confused, he says, "Yes dear, it is sad, but they were skydiving, and there is always that risk involved."
After a few minutes, the blonde, still sobbing, says, "How many is a Brazilian?"
Me: I don't like high risk pools...unless there are at least two life guards on duty.
(The look of disgust is something I'll cherish forever)
It was a real trivial pursuit
It was a risk I was willing to take.
Have a higher risk of having a fart attack
They wanted to prevent risk of spreading confection.
My mother freaks out whenever she hears him say that because she hates it and she's sick of it. I think it's hilarious.
Him: "alright, you're up."
Me: "No no no no no, this is Europe."
It's called Risk it for Brisket
They said that the Risk was too big.
But it was a Risk I was willing to take.
