We could say it wasn't Constantly Nople.
What are the odds?
He reaches into his bag and takes out a bunch of regular dinner table forks and a roll of duct tape.
He tapes several forks together to make a bridge and lays it down, allowing the two of them to get across.
When they get back to Yoda’s hovel, they find that some creature has chewed a hole in the fence around Yoda’s garden.
“Something I have for this.” Yoda says again. Once again, he takes a bunch of forks out of his bag and, using duct tape, tapes them in to patch the hole.
Yoda and Luke return to Yoda’s home, where Yoda looks through his bag. He’s used all his forks but one, he discovers.
“That’s ok Master." Luke says, wanting to be helpful. “I’ll write us a note reminding us to buy more.”
So he writes the note and uses the very last fork to pin it to the bulletin board.
He looks down at Yoda expecting pride, but instead finds a look of horror.
“Master Yoda!” he asks. “What did I do wrong?”
Yoda replies sagely, “A Jedi uses the forks for no ledge and the fence. Never for a tack!”
The dad said “it’s a home-in-one”
They’re free range archers now.
But I couldn't ignore the red flags any longer.
We will update you as the situation unfolds.
Because of his Internet Bowser
I guess I’m just too square to try angle.
... I found the work oft-putting.
We all knew that at some point, we’d have to discuss the LA font in the room.
“Water you doing?”
His coach told him to just get over it.
I studied asbestos I could...
Probably should have insulated my grade a little better...
Helium ~is~ lighter than air
Because my chips are so good.
Apparently, "extremely large ones" wasn’t an acceptable answer...
You’re probably thinking “Why?”
Well, the answer is twofold.
The student responded: 'thank you for asking, i'm doing excellent.'
That has always been my Achilles’ elbow.
Captain: Of course!
‘Large ones’ was apparently the wrong answer.
At the end of it, the person that ran the course said, "Ok, buddy, so for the week you owe me...£380."
"I refuse to pay," I told him.
"You have to," he insisted.
"Well then, you'll have to fight me for it."
So we fought, and he absolutely battered me. Left me bloody, bruised and beaten.
He said, "£380. Cough it up."
"No," I told him, wiping my lip. "Because it was clearly a waste of money."
He said, “Well it’s crashing on course right now.”
He hit an orange slice!
Too much paperwork.
It’s called ‘Wok This Way.’
I was a Chemistry major.