Broads Puns

It was your mother

That was a pretty bald move

Me: "My computer froze, could you help me?" Dad: "Tried thawing it?"

Groans were made

It has just become clear to me that my parents and I have very different views on the meaning of studying a broad.

A Royal aBroad ?

I said, c'mon man... *lady

One broad day in the middle of the night, 2 dead boys got up to fight! Back-to-back they faced each other, they drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise so he came and shot the 2 dead boys, if you don't believe my story is true ask the blind man he saw it too!

But that’s just a Broad generalization

...would it be a broad generalization?

You just go down to the corner of 5th and Broad, and then go "Al-right Al-right Al-right."

My best friend just returned from Denmark and came over to watch the game.

Dad: So how was your last semester?

Friend: It was amazing. I was abroad. It was so much fun.

Dad: Yeah, you did seem a little more feminine than I remember.

-Couldn't help but laugh.

I’ll be studying a broad.

She enters a ward full of patients, and notices that they’re all dressed in street clothes and have no obvious sign of injury or illness. The Queen approaches a patient and greets him. The patient replies:

“My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer.”

The Queen is confused, but smiles and moves on to greet the next patient. The patient responds:

“Some hae meat an’ canna eat, And some wad eat tha’ want it, But we hae meat an’ we can eat, so let the Lord be thankit.”

Even more confused, and smiling even more broadly, the Queen moves on to the next patient who immediately begins to chant:

“My love is like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in June; My love is like the melody that’s sweetly played in tune.”

Now very confused, the Queen turns to the accompanying doctor and asks, “Is this a psychiatric ward?”

“No, Your Majesty,” replies the doctor. “This is the serious Burns unit.”

Well this was a little embarrassing as she is rarely funny. Anyway, I have been off work a lot over winter with chest infections and colds thanks to my asthma and the shitty English 'winter'.

She suggested I move back up north where the air is better, and I said that no, "I need to move abroad with my chest."

Her response: "What about the rest of you?"

I got schooled.

I went in to get a new battery for my watch and while he was working we were making smalltalk. I mentioned that I just got back from doing study abroad in Ireland, and he asked:

"Which one?"

Took me a second.

They have studied a broad.

"I thought about going into broadcasting, but I couldn't throw the women very far..."

What kind of broad?

Me: "Hey dad, I think I would like to teach abroad one day. What do you think?"

Dad: "Why? We got a broad right here!"

[Points at my mother]

Dad: "She's got a lot to learn too."

Being a father of my own, I'm still envious of the masterful skill in which my dad can come up with his material. While driving down the interstate, a Miller Lite truck pulls out in front of us, more quickly than he should. My dad swerved to the left to avoid my door from getting broad sided by a tractor trailer. I yelled from being startled.

Me: He almost hit us!

Dad: We're fine. I can handle this.

Me: He almost totaled the car! What if he had hit us? I could be dead!

Dad: Nah, you would've been fine. It was Lite beer.

Me: (jaw dropped in awe and amazement)

My friend and I were talking about his sister who is studying abroad in France, with out missing a beat my dad says yeah I studied a broad or two in my day

The sun shone into my office through the lowered blinds all clumsy like, fumbling through the gaps between the venetian slats like a drunk fishing for loose change in his pockets; trying to see if he has money enough for one last drink or maybe the bus ride home.

The dame looked me up and down, clearly disappointed by what sat in front of her. I didn’t blame her. Three days of salt and pepper stubble clung to my my crude boxer’s jaw and the bags under my eyes were so big half the bums downtown could sleep in there and not even know anyone else was with 'em. That was ok. This broad wasn’t hiring me for my looks and I wasn’t looking to her for approval. We both knew what brought her in here, it was the name on the door.

Max Dad P.I. - that’s me. Private Investigator’s sure not the profession my mother would have picked out for me, but it keeps me in whisky and it keeps a roof over my head and that’ll do for now. The dame parted those cherry red lips of hers as she took another pull on that just-lit cigarette and nervously stubbed it out in the ashtray. My eyebrows knit together slightly. I hate seeing things go to waste.

“So as I was saying, Mr Dad,” she began.

“Please, call me Max”

“Alright, Max… well, as I was saying, my bag is missing. Stolen, I think. I urgently need it back. Shall I describe it to you?”

“No that’s alright miss. You got nothing to worry about,” I replied, sliding a bottle out of the desk drawer and pouring a big slug of scotch into to my morning coffee, “I’m sure it’ll be a brief case.”

Me: "Do you think I should study abroad? "

Dad: "I think you've already studied enough broads."

Ohh man...

My dad and I were on Skype with my grandfather, talking about my college life. I said "I might study abroad or something." They both simultaneously said "Which broad are you going to study?"

My dad and I were talking about students going home for spring break, and how if you were from abroad it would be more difficult. Suddenly, his face lit up and he turned to me and said, "Technically, ALL students are from... a broad" and then cracked up.

My sister was looking at some scholarship stuff and she said she would be interested in studying abroad.

Dad says "How about studying a guy instead of a broad?"

So today in my physiology lecture we were talking about muscles and we touched on connective tissue and our prof said something about "broad bands of connective tissue" and I turned to my friend next to me and go "If there's broad bands of connective tissue do you think there's Wi-Fi of connective tissue?". He just sighed and told me he was going to punch me before going back to writing his notes with a look of pure hatred on his face.

(I tried to contain my laughter to his reaction and ended up snorting really loudly like a minute later when I heard him snicker)

I have a real dad, and a fake dad (my best-friend's stepdad.) I told them both that I wanted to study abroad in the summer.

Real dad: "Why do you want to study abroad? You're already a broad!" Fake dad: "I've studied a broad or two in my day!"

Har. Har.

Grandfather: So how's school going, do you like all your classes?

Me: Yeah they're fine, I was thinking about studying abroad next semester.

Grandfather: Yeah, I bet you wanna study a lotta broads.

My sister today said "all girls are better than boys"

Without hesitating I responded "that's a broad statement"

Me: Hey dad I'm thinking of studying abroad. Dad: Just make sure its the right broad hahahahaha

We were talking about my semester overseas.

Me: I miss being abroad.

Boyfriend: Oh baby, you're still a broad.

A lot of them are studying a broad.

My brother started to tell my grandpa about his plan to study abroad in Japan for the summer.

My grandpa asked "Who's the broad?"

I don't even think he meant it as a joke and just misinterpreted, but I can't stop laughing.

Dad: Anything new, seeing anyone? Did that girl get back in town yet? Me: Nope, just hanging out. She's still abroad. Dad: Well, she's always a broad!

Rather than groan, I then laughed disproportionately. I've become my father...

My dad and his brother didn't skip a beat when I was talking to them about it.

Dad: "What's her name?"

Uncle talking to me about it later: "So, when are you going to go study that broad?"

Me: look there's French Broad River!

Dad: I think they call them demoiselles.

me: define a "normal" girl for me

her: normal as in, not me

me: well, that's a pretty broad group.

her: ...

I was talking about how I studied abroad in Italy with my girlfriend

Me: Actually my girlfriend studied abroad too Friends Dad: No. She did a foreign study while you studied a broad.

This is a conversation with two of my friends in college. Friend 2 is showing some true dad material already.

Friend 1: "I really want to go study abroad in Europe"

Friend 2: Study Abroad?? Who's the broad?"

I was talking to my dad about the possibility of traveling to another country and studying abroad. When I asked him if he's ever studied abroad he replied, "I've studied many broads."

"Study abroad? I'd study a broad."

Me: But if I go to XYZ Graduate Program, there’s a mandatory study-abroad semester.

Boyfriend: Well why would you do that? You already are a broad.

Me: …

Boyfriend: Yeah, I can’t wait to be a Dad. I’m gunna be awesome at it.

Dad: I studied abroad. Mon: Really? Dad: Yeah. I studied lots of broads.

Me: "Yeah, his girlfriend will be studying abroad for a year."

Dad: "Which broad will she be studying?"

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