I could talk about it forever.
Go outside and ride your bike
I'm not happy with the execution.
But it keeps pulling me in
Thanks for nothing
I don't get it.
It is truly a momental piece in legal history.
144 female sheep.
The mean!
They put in the hours.
The horse says, "I don't think so," then disappears into nothing.
This is the point in time when all the philosophy students in the audience begin to giggle, as they are familiar with the philosophical proposition of Cogito ergo sum, or I think, therefore, I am. The classic philosophy put forward by René Descartes.
But to explain the concept aforehand would be putting Descartes before the horse.
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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We were at the dinner table with my adult children and my son said he was teaching his physics class the concept of simple machines. He had given the class a brief intro about their usefulness and how they can be found everywhere. Then he asked the students to come up with all the examples they could think of.
My daughter, barely containing herself to wait for a pause in the conversation, said with only the slightest of grins, "So the lesson would be 50 ways to love your lever?"
My dadness has been passed on. Nothing left for me to do here.
and my teacher starts counting wavelengths to help us learn a concept. "One lambda, two lambda, three lambda" suddenly I chime in "man, I thought I was the only one trying to fall asleep here". My teacher looked at me obviously ready to scold me but before he does I proudly explain myself "Get it? Like counting sheep!". Believe me, the groan my classmates gave me was one for the ages.
Today’s my 43rd birthday and I’m sitting st breakfast with my 8 year old. She is learning her multiplication tables and the concept of division.
Me: What numbers divide evenly into 43? Her: I’m not sure? Me: Can 43 be divided by 2?...Is it even? Her: No. Me: Correct! Since 43 is odd, we can say with confidence that it can’t be divided evenly by any even number! Can 43 be divided by 10?...Does it end in 0? Her: No. Me: Well, did you know that 43 can only be evenly divided by 1 and itself. This makes it a prime number. I guess being 43 means that I’m in my prime!
In the late '60s the government was developing ARPANET and the developers were trying to find a way for users on the system to communicate with each other.
The scientists involved came up with an electronic messaging system that they called the Tickle.
Tickles could be used to send important code updates, meeting invitations, or even just little jokes all along the network.
The DOD heard about these Tickles and asked for a briefing to determine their military potential. At a high-level meeting of generals and admirals, the lead developer presented the Tickle concept.
The ranking General asked for a demonstration and the lead scientist said "Sure, I'll send you a test Tickle."
And that's how E-mail was born.
Driving the family car with a whining engine when the brakes squeek obnoxiously
"Looks like this van has more than one squeal"
"Yeah, including the nut behind the wheel!"
Need to ask sister a question
"Have you seen my sister?"
"No, but I read the book."
Looking at laptops when we see the chromebook we have at home
"Hey look, it's that thing that struggles with the concept of Ctrl-P"
"Well, that is why they made diapers"
My girlfriend and I were in the car today and were discussing peanut butter in shakes. I said that I didn't like the concept, and she replied that she's a big fan. So I grabbed her hand and began fanning myself with it. I was met with the classic sigh and eye roll combo.
So while tutoring a Biology study group, (mind you, they are 18-20 year old guys and ladies I'm 24 and married) I was explaining a hard concept to the group, and a girl exclaimed: "Jesusdo, you're hard!" Because apparently I wasn't making too much sense...I responded with: "Thanks, but I prefer to receive that compliment from my wife though" That girl's face went redder than a tomato the same with everyone else's and much laughter was had. :)
Edit: autocorrect messed up my username.
Chuck Fullmer, 38, yesterday became the first American to get to grips with the concept of sarcasm.
"It was weird" Fullmer said. "I was in London and like, talking to this guy and it was raining and he pulled a face and said, "Great weather eh?" and I thought - "Wait a minute, no way is it great weather".
Fullmer then realised that the other man's 'mistake' was in fact deliberate.
Fullmer, who is 39 next month and married with two children, aged 8 and 3, plans to use sarcasm himself in future. "I'm, like, using it all the time" he said. "Last weekend I was grilling steaks and I burned them and I said "Hey, great weather."
We were going over some new concepts in Physics today and my professor was making sure we all understood. So after drawing a few figures on the board, he draws a baseball diamond, stands in front of it, and says, "I just want to make sure I'm covering all the bases."
Groans were had.
Our toddler is learning about opposites, but some concepts are proving trickier than others.
My wife: "I just don't understand why he can't tell the difference between a fork and a spoon."
Me: "it's a tricky distinction. Just give him some tine."
When I was about 15, I asked my parents if I could see "The Matrix." At that time, if I asked to see an R-rated movie, the rule was we waited till it came to video (yes, at the time it was videotapes) and my parents would watch it first without me to decide if they were comfortable with me watching it.
They watched it, and the next day, my dad asked me what I thought The Matrix was- I said it was some kind of group of cops or something that could do cool aerial fighting moves.
He said, "Unfortunately, no one can be told what The Matrix is... You have to see it for yourself."
For those who are unfamiliar, this is exactly the line used by one of the main characters when he introduces the concept of The Matrix.
No one? Just me? I thought it was funny. Oh well.
I was attempting to explain the concept of dad jokes to my own father. He didn't get it. "So it's just people making fun of dads. I don't like it," he said, "how about we make fun of nerds?"
"Ok," I replied, "lay one on me."
"Alright. you're a nerd."
We were watching a show that introduced a concept car based on the shape of a fish's body. They mentioned the car got great gas mileage.
Dad: It's extra e-fish-ent!
11pm outside of a gas station twenty miles from Tuscan. Watching the last embers of a cigarette sputter out and die. So long. Too long. Too long is the road in front of me, the road behind me. How long have I been standing here? Too long.
Hear a voice next to me: "Spare some change for gas?"
I turn to look at him, and realize how long it's been since I've seen another human being. Too long. I said: "Yep. What a concept. I could use a little fuel myself, and we could all use a little change."
My dad found a screw in the garage, so he handed it to my mom and said, "Hey, wanna screw?"
This coming from parents who insist all their children were immaculate conceptions.
Me: FLVS is so stupid, it doesn't teach us any of the concepts, none of the properties either
Mom: What do you mean? What didn't it teach you?
Me: it didn't teach us any of the properties, I don't know anything on the top of my head....
Dad: Hair
Me: What?
Dad: Hair is on the top of your head.
Me: ...
While prepping some pork for tomorrow's dinner, my dad dropped this beauty.
"I'm going to contact the 'Nade' family and ask them if they have ever named one of their daughters 'Mary'."
It's the dad joke singularity of facepalm concept and horrendous execution.
So we're both fathers, and I'm explaining to him, as he's new to reddit, that there is a sub-reddit called /dadjokes. So it begins..
Dad: Do you know why the concept of 'dad jokes' even exists?
Me: Sure, we have to clean up our acts.
Dad: Yea, but it's deeper than that. All comedy is an attack. Either an attack on a person, or an attack on a situation. As Dad's we have to attack the situation for children instead of persons; unless the person is THE SITUATION.
Me: Nicely done.
Dad: Sorry New Jersey.
