The Swallows Puns

Sobriety

Because the early bird gets a perm.

(I'll get my coat..)

The doctor said not to worry, I'll be okay.

But I still feel I dyed a little inside!

They said my condition is stable.

Nurse: “No change yet”

So far no change

Jesus, Moses and an old man go to play golf.

Moses goes first, hits the ball and it goes into the lake. He parts the lake, walks up to the ball, hits it again and it goes into the hole.

Jesus goes next, hits the ball and it goes into the lake. He walks up to the lake, walks on the water, up to the ball, hits it again and it goes into the hole.

The old man goes next, hits the ball and just before it goes into the water, a fish jumps up and swallows the ball. Just before the fish goes back into the water, an eagle swoops down, grabs the fish, and starts flying off with it. Out of nowhere, a lightning bolt hits the eagle, the eagle drops the fish, the fish spits out the ball and it goes into the hole. Hole in one.

Jesus turns around with his hands on his hips and grumbles "if you're just going to show off, I'm not playing with you again, dad!"

Don’t ask me-ow.

Finally the wolf died and the baby lamb walked out of the wolf and rejoined it’s momma in the flock of sheep. Turns out the wolf died of internal bleating.

All credit goes to my coworker.

I'm getting worried, I still haven't passed it yet

It was called the VoreTex-as.

It's old butt gold.

But today, he stopped himself and instead said, I have the unresistable urge to consume, may I please receive assistance in this matter? My only effective dad joke has been swallowed by age.

He's in the bathroom a really long time. The nurse knocks on the door and asks him if he's okay. He responds "yes, I'm just passing the time."

The news was really hard to swallow.

It was a real pane in the asp.

The doctors report that he is in a stable condition.

The doctor looked at him crossly, pointed out of the door and said "get to the end of the cue!"

it gave me the sorest throat i've ever had.

The doctor asks: “When did you swallow it?”

“About 3 years ago.”

“Really? Why are you coming this late?!”

“Well… I lost my spare key.”

.....the doctor said I could croak at any moment.

The doctor says I’m OK, but I feel like I’ve dyed a little inside.

Ah, dad chokes.

He got ticks.

It was a kitchen sink.

Tinselitis.

Now I feel faith full.

I shit you not.

My dad said, "Well that's a pain in the ass!!".. Thanks dad.

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

Son: “I hate crumbs.”

Me: “That’s not cool. Crumbs never did anything to you.”

Son: “Well I don’t want to eat them.”

Me: “And they don’t want to eat you.”

Son: “Crumbs can’t eat anything, Dad. They don’t have a mouth and they can’t swallow things inside them.”

Me: “What if there’s a river of crumbs going into the ocean and a duck lands on them and it’s like quicksand so the duck gets swallowed up at the mouth of the river of crumbs? I’d say it just got eaten.”

Son: “And I’d say you’re ducking weird.”

The first, a hawk, claimed that because of his ability to fly, he could attack anything repeatedly from above, and his prey stood nary a chance. The second, a lion, based his claim on his strength. None in the forest dared to challenge him. The third, a skunk, insisted he needed neither flight nor strength to frighten off any creature. As the trio debated the issue, an alligator came along and swallowed them all... hawk, lion and stinker.

A man and a woman are sitting in a bar. After some time, the woman notices that the man has not looked in her direction once. Curious, she asks the man if he would like to buy her a drink.

Playing coy the man responds, "Ma'am, you are beautiful indeed, but are you talented as well?"

Feeling flirty, the woman takes a cherry from the bar and puts it in her mouth, stem and all. Within seconds she swallows the cherry, spits out the seed, and reveals the stem, tied in a perfect knot.

The man chuckles. Without another word he picks up a cherry and pulls off the stem. He puts the stem in his mouth, and pounds the rest of his beer in one gulp, revealing and empty mouth to the woman.

Perplexed, the woman asks, "Is that supposed to impress me?"

Confidently, the man replies, "Indeed I do believe it will."

She laughs and says, "It will? Are you shitting me?"

He responds, "I shit you knot."

My boy, Arthur, is slow. He is the slowest child I’ve ever met. And I don’t mean mentally, he just doesn’t move quickly at all no matter what the urgency.

He takes an hour to get out of bed and stand up in the morning. He takes an hour to eat. When we go anywhere we have to tell him 20 minutes in advance because he takes that long to get his shoes on. His showers…we had to install an industrial sized water heater and hook it up to his shower exclusively because he would drain the tank and shower in ice cold water and started getting sick from it.

The worst part is that even if you help him out he doesn’t go faster. We can feed him and he’ll just swallow slower. We can wash him and he’ll just sit there for longer.

I’ve learned to live with it and be content because I know he won’t change. But my wife can’t take it. Just the other day she told me she was going to punish him to make him go quicker:

“I’ve had it with him! I’m going to start giving him timeouts and taking away toys for going so slow!”

“Honey,” I said, “it’ll never work.”

“Why not?!”

“Because you can’t rush Art.”

Swallow the leader

Reality

Don’t ask me-ow.

His condition is now stable

He dyed a little on the inside

I accidentally swallowed some food coloring. The doctor says I’m OK, but I feel like I’m dyeing inside.