She says, “Oh, that’s horrible. Are they moving?”
The guy replies, “I don’t know, but that would explain the suitcase.”
“Don’t go outside in your bear feet!”
His dad's jokes were unBEARable
A little bare.
"That's terrible," the woman dispatcher on the phone replied. "Are they moving?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest," Dad said, "But that would explain the suitcase."
Shall we prey?
His dad says yes.
"And you and momma? Are you both purebred polar bears?"
"Of course, son. If you're purebred, we would have to be."
"What about your parents? Were they purebred polar bears?"
"Yes, son. This is what I'm trying to tell you."
"What about mom's parents? Were they purebred polar bears?"
"Son, they have to be. Look, you're a purebred polar bear, we're all purebred polar bears, okay? Why do you keep asking if you're a purebred polar bear?!"
"Because I'm freezing!"
His pride and joey!
Cubs cant speak English, so it must of been a bear-minimum.
I'm a bit under the weather today, with, um... 'tummy troubles'. When I got my son to his Cub Scout meeting today, I had to urgently use the restroom.
It's a thin door, and right during the part of the Scout Oath where they declare: "I will do my duty...", it happened. Very, very loudly.
They all stopped mid-sentence, and I heard my son yell: "My dad just did his doody!" To the 9-year-old mind, there's nothing better than bathroom humor. Would have been nice if the other parents weren't laughing, too, when I exited...
One bear.
Driving back from a cub scout hike with my kid, who's in the front seat for the first time and wanting really bad to be my wookie co-pilot.
Me: hey, it's more like you're my astromech.
Kid: no I'm not!
Me: R2!?!!
Cub Salad.
An investigator. (Heard at a Cub Scout event today)
For instance it needs to have adequate cub holders.
Assphyxiation taken from the great contribution of /u/brother_p in /r/Whatcouldgowrong .. here
edit: Though the experienced really wrecked him .. the cub lived to see another day.
Why did the scarecrow win a prize? Because he stood alone in his field! He stood there for years, rotting, until he was forgotten.
I tell my kids, you’re allowed to watch the TV all you want… Just don’t turn it on! This way they will begin to understand the futility of all things.
How does a penguin build a house? Igloos it together. Like all animals, it is an automaton, driven by blind genetic imperative, marching slowly to oblivion.
Why don’t skeletons go trick or treating? They have no body to go with them! The skeletons are like us: alone, empty, dead already.
I don’t really like playing soccer. I just do it for kicks! Like all of humanity, I pretend to enjoy things, and others pretend to care about my charade.
You hear about the moon restaurant? Good food, no atmosphere! If you eat there, you forfeit your life, which would make no difference to the universe as a whole.
Why did the blonde focus on an orange juice container? It said concentrate! She realized that society’s depictions of her were like the juice: formulaic, insipid, fake.
My wife told me to put the cat out. I didn’t know it was on fire! By the time I could act, it was incinerated, a harbinger of the path we all must take.
How come the invisible man wasn’t offered a job? They just couldn’t see him doing it! This man stands for all of us: unseen, misunderstood, irrelevant.
Today I gave away my old batteries… Free of charge! No one wanted them, so I became angry and threw them in the yard. The battery acid now leaks into the soil, killing a colony of ants. A sparrow eats their bodies and is poisoned. Somewhere in the Serengeti, a lion devours his rival’s cubs. Then the lion is shot by a poacher and sold to an unloved rich man whose father was an unloved rich man. In five billion years, the Sun will become a bloated giant, boiling the oceans and consuming our pointless cruelties with flames. I wake sweat-drenched and screaming, staring at the visage of a faceless god. “WHAT HAVE I DONE?! HOW COULD I BRING A CHILD INTO THIS WORLD!?” But this god, like all gods, is nothing—just my son’s Wilson baseball mitt, sitting on my dresser, mocking me.
Will February March? No, but April May! Soon we become ash, and time forgets us.
Source: https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/nihilist-dad-jokes
Dispatcher: Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?
Dad: Yeah hi, I was just walking through the woods and I found a suitcase in a bush and inside there's a fox and 4 cubs.
Dispatcher: Oh my god, that's horrible. Are they moving?
Dad: I don't know to be honest, but that would explain the suitcase.
So, my dad could be considered a regular jokester. He had his dad jokes, his dirty jokes, clean but provocative joke, setup jokes, everything. He never missed a chance to turn something into a joke for hinself, even, and perpahs especially, if it only amused himself. I found out at an young age that no situation is too serious for him.
I was around 9 years old and I was in the cub scouts, and it was box car derby season. I was in the dining room, carving away at my block of wood when the blade in my right hand skipped the wood and carved my left thumb. It fucking hurt and bled like a sonofabitch. I immediately starting screaming and my dad raced into the room and found me covered in blood, my left hand now with two thumbs. We get it wrapped and he drives me to the emergency room. By the time we got there the bleeding had stopped and I have stopped crying. As we pull up, my dad looks st me, shakes his head and says "We can't go in there like this, we'll end up waiting forever to see a doctor. You need to cry once we're in there and that'll help" I said ok, and he said as we were walking up, "I'll give you a signal to start crying." How will i know, i asked him snd he just said i'll know. We go inside and walk up to the admittance desk. I'm short, so at the time my head just cleared the desk. My dad tells the nurse that we have a cut, and need to see a doctor right away. The nurse pushes paperwork at him and he tells her again, this time that its a real bad cut. The nurse finally looks at me for the first time and she frowns, because im relatively normal looking, even though im hurting and nervous, waiting for my dads signal. My dad pulls me back a bit and her eyes widen really big when she sees all the dried blood caked on the lower left side of my body. She starts getting excited and says "Ohmygoshohmygosh" over and over and this point im starting to get scared when my Dad, in a serious voice says "Its even worse than it looks! You're going to have to take the whole hand!"
Then I start crying.
My family was discussing the cubs winning the world series in 2016.
Me: I'm so bummed that it was just one year off from the back to the future prediction.
Mom: Well, at least it was in the ballpark!
...he sits down on a stool, flags the bartender and says: 'may I please have...........a beer?'
The bartender says, 'sure...but what's with the big pause?'
The bear lifts his hands and says, 'I don't know, I've had 'em since I was a cub.'
My father had me do this in cub scouts
So, he made chili for us to eat while watching the Cubs game. His girlfriend, who is in a different state, called as we were watching the game and eating. I hear him say to her, "Oh yeah, is it pretty chilly over there?" Then I say to him, "It's pretty chili over here too" and then looked him as I ate a giant spoonful. He rolled his eyes and went into the other room.
I was watching Wimbledon on the TV today and saw Bear Grylls with his wife in the audience. The commentator said "There's Bear Grylls with his wife Shara."
Me: "Shara... that's a bit of a weird name"
Mum: "Yeah, I heard that his kids have weird names aswell"
Me: "Really? What are their names?"
Mum: "Cub and Grizzly"
"Why did everyone hate the cub?"
Why?
"He was unbearable!"
