Daddy, you're sad because it's SADurday.
I was so proud.
.. " I dunno, that's what they're fighting about "
My next challenge is a green sock.
βNoβ she replied. βFirst a Gibson , then a Fenderβ
A "rap-tile"
Finally my high school karate lessons came to some use.
you could say that 2021
He got charged with battery.
Attempted Hummus-ide.
Without missing a beat he said "They can't be, these are the only feet I have"
Proud dad moment!
Well plaid
Probably not, they've never had a hit.
I was quicker to the draw.
They're prosecuting him for crimes against a manatee.
It was fine after she plugged the life support back in.
He gave it a good licking.
You just have to listen varicosely
Please donβt resort to violins and anger if you donβt notice.
Thy probably don't like each other.
I still have flashbacks...π©
What do you call Al Gore beat-boxing/rapping? An Al-Gore-Rythm π
Because he canβt go to the Krypt Tonight.
(Iβll see myself out)
βSo... do you want me to slow down or do you want me to stop?β
Rapscallion!
To beat the crowd.
She could see I was stressed out with work and she and I have a very dark sense of humour.
Hey Dad, you ok?
Yeah li'l beat just over worker and tired and stressed about the holidays.
"hey dad, lots of men struggle with mental health don't worry about it too much, Robin Williams and Kurt Cobain daughters turned out just fine."
A sore loser
A dead beat
I think I got mugged
They're too gamey.
I'm staying at her mothers house, and she said, it's only 8:30 pm and everyone's already ready for bed.
My niece chimes in and says, "not me.", to which i respond, "You don't count."
Without missing a beat, she said, "Yes i do. One, two, three, four."
"Prohibition." She wasn't as amused as I was, I'm afraid.
If you canβt beat βem, join βem.
You win, McGregor
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
... keep reading on reddit β‘Little bastard didnβt stand a chance against the three of us !
the judge says: "First offender" The woman replies: "No, first a Gibson, the a Fender"
The judge asked her, βfirst offenderβ βNo,β she says βfirst a Gibson then a Fender
To beat the crowd
Finally my high school karate lessons came of some use.
