It runs in your jeans
Carl: Dad stop. Dad: It was Chewy, Carl...
Carl had this calling card of his. When he was nearly done burgling a house, he would put a brick inside the victim's washing machine, and switch it on. The washing machine would destroy itself, and the owners would know that the perpetrator could only be Carl.
Carl's number eventually came up, when he burgled a house with three savage guard dogs. They put an end to his burglary career.
I guess you could say, washing machines live longer with Carl gone.
... make sure you are looking left and right, NOT up and down.
Chef Boy Hardee
A stroke of genius.
Him: "You know what they call me back home,right?" Me:"What?" Him:"Carl."
He sure loved his Cosmos.
because all proper-tea is theft.
A street walker
He said, "So now you can tell everyone your Saab story."
along with nearly 900 by Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach, nearly 400 by Johann Christian Bach, more than 300 by Johann Christoph Friedrich Bach, and nearly 200 by Wilhelm Friedemann Bach.
Together with as many as 200 more surviving compositions by other members of the Bach dynasty, scholars estimate that about 3 000 works are preserved in total, a collection that we today know as the Baroque Bach mountain.
It was an automated phone system which said, "Press 1 for the money, 2 for the show…"
She stops by Carl's room and sees him putting black shoe polish all over his penis. Dismayed, she exclaims "no, no, no Carl, you misunderstood. I said remember to turn your clock back."
So I got home from college yesterday and was greeted at the bus terminal by my dad. Dad: "Since it's your first night home we should go out for dinner. You choose where we go." Me: "I could go for some Chinese if it isn't too far away." Dad: "I think it'll be worth the wok" He then proceeds to laugh hysterically while I shake my head
The bartender says “what’ll it be?” Grasshopper says “I’m not sure any suggestions?” Bartender says “well you know we have a drink named after you!” Grasshopper says
“you have a drink named Carl Tillerson?!?”
I got him a Fosters, but he didn't like that, so I had it.
I tried him on Carling, but he hated that too, so I drank that as well.
Same thing with Guinness and Bitter.
I was doubling up on everything and he was happy with just fruit juice.
By the time we got onto the vodkas, I was too drunk to push his stroller home...
Background: I'm living in Germany and have a German roommate who can speak some English. He did Realschule (completed 10th grade), but mostly ditched classes. I try to teach him when I can and vice versa.
We were watching Walking Dead. The episode was right after the prison gets stormed. Rick and Carl lock themselves in a house, and Carl ties a knot that he's super proud of... Blablabla... A few minutes later, knot is quickly falling apart as zombies try to break in.
I absentmindedly said: "Cool knot, bro" Roommate: "(K)not cool, bro"
I just looked at him with a mixture of surprise, pride, and wondering still if he knows what a dad joke is.
It's called r/HeyCarl. Here's an example: http://imgur.com/zekFWrO
Not really a joke, but it sure made me laugh.
A few days ago I was working on an essay about Harriet Tubman. I finished it Wednesday night and left it in the kitchen overnight. At some point during the nighttime my father erased one of my sentences. It was something like, "New York responded to this incident with outrage, with most sympathizing with Tubman over her economic hardships."
He replaced it with, "Harriet Tubman wrote the first draft of the film The Parent Trap on the back of a Carls Jr. sandwich wrapper." I didn't check the paper before turning it in.
My teacher was not amused.
Me after pooping: "You know, if they ever kill off Carl in the Walking Dead, they should give him a burial at sea. That way, he can be one with the coral. Get it? THE CORAL!"
He groaned and my other roommate hit me.
...why don't they show us Carl's good cavern?