The Smile Puns

I turn to my son, “Jack, a lantern.”

Because it has a mile in it.

He really likes milkshakes.

From now on no joke will be published without their scents of humour.

Turns out they prefer money.

Daughter: "Hey Dad! Do you know what would be SO COOL?"

Me: "A frozen needle and string?"

Daughter: groans.. "You're IMPOSSIBLE"

Me: "No, no. I'm D-"

Daughter: "DAD. DAD. WE GET IT."

Me: "We Get It.... Is that a new Nintendo System?"

Daughter: . . . walks away

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Stay Proud. Stay Dad.

All he has are negative thoughts.

and no pun in 10 did

except every seven years, when all they do is word play.

It's called Pun Farr.

I was buying cake and candles for my wife's 29th birthday yesterday. The clerk scanned the cake and the "2" and "9" candles and said, "Oh, someone's having a birthday, huh?"

"Yup, it's my wife's birthday today," I replied. "It's amazing, really. She's already 92, yet she doesn't look a day over 90."

He saw the snowblower getting closer

That smile quickly disappeared when they followed up that I was a “participation award husband”.

"Twirly!"

The first and last letters are mile apart...

"You grab one end and I’ll grab the other!!"

“Yes and no.”

"Swarm."

She's in louvre.

"Aluminum Man just foils their plans!"

Because Sarah tonin

“I was going to make a chemistry joke but I was afraid you wouldn’t react.”

My cousin (MtF) has just come out to the family- she told some of us "younger" ones but she was afraid especially of what her dad's reaction would be. He's a man of few words and was never outgoing or very affectionate to his kids, his side of the family is pretty conservative as well. A very as-seen-on-TV-in-the-90s dad with a handlebar moustache and multiple different-but-same polo t-shirts. Her mum passed a few years ago and they are even more distant than ever. It was finally the big day and she told him in front of a couple of us. The silence seemed to stretch on into the infinite. After some time, he got up, and without even a slight change in expression he said- "so I guess you can't see me now".

...

More silence

...

"Because I'm a transparent geddit?" With the most gigantic smile I've EVER seen him crack.

It's been 5 days and he's been cracking the same joke on every opportunity he can, ever since.

Edit- I forgot my favorite part- he asked her if she would like to add her mum's name in her new one because he missed saying it. I BAWLED my eyes out.

Edit2: obligatory I can't believe how much this blew up! We met at a family gathering yesterday and he was still chuckling so i decided to post this. I sent my cousin this post and she says he's very proud of himself. Thanks for all the awards! This is crazy!

I see that there was some confusion about the moustache description - we're a first generation Indian - Hindu family, and it's traditional especially for the older generation I think.

It's a cute moment, but not everyone is as positive. Some neighbors, people at school, a teacher or so (it's just a phase! you'll ruin your life!), and she's been handling calls all day from AH family members who only call for gossip.

Because there’s a mile between the S’s.

He walked into my room and says, "Hey dad, can you take a picture of me?"

I thought it was a weird request, but said, "Sure."

As I'm reaching for my phone, he pulls out a framed picture of himself from behind his back he had taken off one of our shelves, hands it to me, and says, "Ok, thanks!" and walks out without even cracking a smile.

I stared at that picture for a few seconds in proud silence.

*edit/update* Wow... I woke up this morning and noticed a ton of notifications. This made my 10 year old very happy so thank you. And thank you for the awards as well. Totally unexpected and unnecessary but very appreciated.

Haha, I made you smile.

My father recently passed away and his services were yesterday. I brought a jar of dad jokes and left it out for a “Dad jokes: take one / leave one” thank you all for some amazing content to brighten an otherwise difficult day. I got some good exchanges and saw many people passing around their little slips of paper followed but the smirk, the eye roll, the confusion, and eventually a smile.

"Ok, more chores around the house need to be done by you."

He asks the widow if he could say a word. He goes to the front and says "Plethora" and sits back down. The widow leans over and whispers "Thanks, that means a lot."

A stranger unbeknownst to the wife, though a longtime friend of the husband, also asks to say a word.

"Sugar," he says to crowd.

"That's very sweet," said the widow.

Another man approaches, he had been a close companion of the deceased. He too asks the widow if he might speak, and heads to the front.

"Bargain," he says.

The widow pats his arm. "That means a great deal"

Another man comes forward and asks to speak, he says "a cold beer".

The widow says "thanks, he would have liked that."

A man comes up and asks to say a few words and, the widow gives him the okay. He steps up to the mic and says with confidence: “Water pit.”

The widow gives a small smile. “Thanks, I know you mean well.”

Yet another man approaches the widow and asks if he could say something.

He steps up to the microphone and says "Planet Earth."

The widow says, "That means the world to me."

Also, in attendance was her gynecologist who wished to share a word.

“Speculum,” he said to the crowd.

“That has touched me deeply,” said the widow.

We had some friends over last night to play some board games. At some point, she asked me to get her a drink from the kitchen. When I got in there...

Me: "Hey, can you check the volume of my soda can?"

Wife: Glances at the can, at our friends, then looks back at me with a silly smile, "It's low."

Me: "Yeah, I couldn't hear it either."

It took our friends a few seconds to realize what just happened. "Y'all are coordinating this now?"

A friend of mine has this great idea for a small business selling collectables, so he goes into a bank and walks up to the teller.

He can see from her nameplate that the teller's name is Patricia Whack. So he says, "Ms. Whack, I'd like to get a loan for a small business venture."

Patty looks in disbelief as she realizes this voice is coming from a dog. But being professional she clears her throat and asks how much he wants to borrow.

The dog says $500,000. And proceeds to fill out the loan paperwork.

Patty, the teller, reviews the paperwork and notices his name and is a little star struck as it reads: Buddy Mick Jagger. Feeling embarrassed, but curious, Patty asks if there is any relation to THE Mick Jagger?

The dog sighs and says, yes, Mick is his father, adopted, but his father nonetheless.

Patty explains that $500,000 is a substantial amount of money and that he will need something to act to secure such a large loan.

The dog says, "Yes ma'am. I have several sets of these" and shows her a tiny porcelain elephant, about half an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly shaped. He then produces more and more of these small porcelain animals all hand crafted and painted various colors. While trying to explain these collectables are what he hopes to sell Patty becomes very confused and thinks up a quick excuse:

"Well, for such a large loan and unusual collateral I will have to consult the branch manager."

Ms Whack finds the manager and says "There's a talking dog named Buddy Mick Jagger out here who claims to be a relation to Mick Jagger and wants a loan for $500,000. And as collateral he wants to use this?" She then holds up the small porcelain elephant. "I mean, what even is this? Is it valuable?"

The bank manager stands up, blinks a few times, looks her straight in the eye with a large smile and says: "Oh! That's a knick knack, Patty Whack. Give the dog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone!"

(My grandpa would tell this joke at family gatherings to all of us grandkids, we would only ever get small parts of it at a time, but the rest of the adults would always groan at the end. Wasn't till many years later I realized this was a pretty common long haul joke! Still a good memory, hopefully it have you a chuckle!)

A monk was tending a garden when he noticed a dove and a raven squabbling in a tree. He turned to the birds and asked them, “What is the sound of one hand clapping?”

Immediately the dove quited down and contemplated the question, ignoring the continued harassment of the raven.

Emboldened, the monk turned to the raven and told it, “Out of nowhere, the mind comes forth.” The raven notes this wisdom and was peaceful, but the dove did not hear his words and again rose a great ruckus.

The monk smiled ruefully. “Truly it may be said that you cannot still two birds with one kōan.”

As one would expect, the conditions were atrocious. Thousands of flies buzzed them constantly. As one frog continuously lamented their predicament, the other was snapping up flies with a big grin on his face. This went on for months, until finally, the first frog snapped. "We've been in the God forsaken prison for months!! We have no idea when or if we're going to be released, and you sit there eating flies with that stupid smile on your face!!! WTF, dude??!".

The second frog looks at him and says......"well, times fun when you're having flies". (A play on "Time flies when you're having fun").

he was just being pawsitive.

She turns and sees me smiling at myself in the mirror.

"Buying him gave me a porpoise in life."

Wait, wrong sub.

His vocabulary has been expanding since starting kindergarten and has been using big words in phrases like: “That house is ginormous!” “That movie was bombastic!” “My parents are fantastical!”

Recently I just turned 21 and the family was throwing a big party. He came to me with the brightest smile and shouted, “Congratulations Uncle, you are adulterated!”

I responded, "no thx, you do enough whining for the both of us".

Her dad love it, I thought ya'll might as well

Edit: I literally make puns 80% of the time and my wife also smiled knowing I was kidding.

“I do!"

Because they aren’t private tutors.

One of my students shared that with me yesterday and it made me smile because I had just crop dusted the back of the room.

It’s my cake day. Be nice.

Didn't know where to post this; but since it's Father's Day, I wanted to tell you all about a little family tradition that started because Dad, is Dad.

18 years ago (Not about, trust me, I know this one to the date) I was over Dad's house and I needed a wrench, and coming from a long line of mechanics, I knew he's have one available as I didn't have my kit in my car, so I asked to borrow one.

Dad of course said yes, handed me the mechanic's tool box, and just out of habit, I opened it and immediately noticed that a Craftman's 7/16, ratchet-end wrench was missing.

Again, I come from a LONG line of mechanics; every tool has its place, be it in a drawer, box or outlined on a peg board, and I thought it was weird that Dad lost a wrench out of the spare / house tool kit.

"You're missing a 7/16." I pointed out, showing him the missing slot.

Now Dad, being Dad, just had to bust on me a bit, so looking me dead in the eyes and beaming a huge smile he responded: "It was there when I gave it to you."

Mind you, I hadn't left the kitchen. I hadn't so much as shifted my FEET. I knew he was lying, he knew he was lying, but it had been ingrained in me since childhood that losing a tool is a death sentence.

Now, I knew he was busting my balls and I let it go; but from that day forward, anytime we needed something, he'd make a comment like "Sure wish I had that 7/16th wrench that Coyote lost." or "You know what would fix it? That missing 7/16th wrench."

This went on for MONTHS. So one day, he made the usual "tease me for losing a tool" comment and I warned him. I looked him in the eyes and said:

"Say it ONE more time old man, and you're going to get that wrench every Birthday, Father's Day and Christmas for the rest of your natural life."

Few hours passed, I asked him to hand me a tool and he said: "I can't you lost it, remember?"

I laughed, and played it off -but it was on...and that was 18 years ago.

Today, being Father's day, he just received his 52nd craftsman's ratchet-end, 7/16th wrench.

Since that day, he's tried telling me that he knows that I didn't lose it, (I knew that already) that I don't need to buy it (Oh, I fucking DO.), and he's occasionally tried to say it was a different size or item to get a different present, but we both know that's not happening.

They're everywhere. Every coffee can, junk drawer, cabinet, tool box, peg board or spare nail in the house and garage contains a Craftsman's 7/16 ratchet end wrench. You know how they say you'r

When he spots a doctor in a lab coat trailing behind a little black cat with a bell around its neck. The feline walks around the waiting room and stops, seeming at random, in front of a woman cluctching her tummy and puts a paw on her foot.

Without a word, the doctor nods and in seconds, 2 porters wheel her straight through a set of double doors and disappears.

It does this several more times, putting its paw on other patients before they too are wheeled off.

Intrigued, the man approaches the doctor and asks, "Hey Doc, what's that cat doing?"

The doctor replies with a smile, "Oh Mr Tibbles? Why he's doing a Cat Scan."

"Well son, just take away their little brooms."

I once knew a man from Greece. Every day he had breakfast in my father's café. And every day he signed the bill: "σε μένα". Whenever we asked what it meant he just shook his head, laughed, and walked out.

After a few years we became good friends, and he invited me to his birthday meal at a fancy restaurant downtown. He wrote down the address and signed it again, "σε μένα", once again laughing on his way out. When I got there I met his family, including his daughter Helen. When it came time to pay the bill he signed it, as usual, "σε μένα"; as he did Helen looked down at his hands, and she let out a groan. I asked her what the problem was but she just shook her head and walked out. The next day the man told me his daughter had taken quite the fancy to me, and he wrote down her phone number. Once again he signed it, "σε μένα", laughing as he handed it to me.

Helen and I began dating and eventually married. And since he paid for the wedding her father saw to it that his motto was everywhere. It was written on the invitations, balloons, napkins, bunting, you name it. Even the cake had the words inscribed on its side, "σε μένα". I had never seen him so happy as he was on that day.

As a wedding present he left us the family home, and handed us the keys to it with a smile on his face as usual. Sure enough those two words were all over, "σε μένα": fridge magnets, post-it notes, plates, bowls, knives, forks, the front gate, the doormat, the postbox, the bird-bath, even the license plate on his old car. When Helen and I had our first son, he gifted us baby clothes with "σε μένα" written on them, still shaking his head and laughing.

On his deathbed, my father-in-law took my hand and thanked me for all I had done for him and his family. Framed on the wall next to him I saw it written again, "σε μένα".

And one last time I asked him what it meant.

And one last time, the man smiled, shrugged, and with his final breath he laughed and said,

"It's Greek to me."

Whilst sniffling and coughing and rolling around in the hotel bed, I realised I needed medical attention, so I called the concierge to get help.

"Oh, so you're sick!" came the reply. "Not a problem, we'll send our very own hotel doctor up to your room right away!"

The doctor strolled into the room within seconds, and whilst I stuttered and tried to comprehend the situation, he gave me some medicine to ease the symptoms. When I finally stammered out "h...how does the hotel have their own doctor on call?", he simply shook his head and cracked a smile, and replied:

"Nobody expects the Spanish inn physician."

"I don't want your cookies" I mumbled.

She was puzzled for a moment, then smiled and said "This is just a basic cookie"

I said "OK, I accept"

After the coffee, when I was about to leave, she shouted "We will be remembering you"

// Note: Only programmers may understand the joke

"Swarm."

>!Smiles 😁 (The first and last letters are a mile apart.)!<

"Swarm."

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"Swarm."

Smiles, as there's a "mile" between the two s'