It's an equal Adderall triangle.
They say it's gone anti-viral.
They're both homogeneous.
It's a gray area.
They told him it wasn't a big dill, though.
The bartender says, “I’m glad you dumped your buddy. He’s mean.”
They would be Gershin's Rap CDs in Blue.
They're haulin' oats.
Blowjob
Teacher: "Does anyone know what molds and stuff can be found in various locations?"
Me: "Well I'm a fungi, and I'm usually here in Colorado."
"Everyone's freaking out that Matt Damon is bourne again, who cares what his religion is. He's just an actor."
The distributive property.
My wife plays violin and her first rehearsal with a new orchestra is near. She had access to an electronic copy of the music, but wondered whether the orchestra would distribute paper copies at the rehearsal. For orchestras, the section leaders decide when everyone's bows will be moving up vs. down and annotate the music accordingly. Copies of the annotated music are distributed to the players. As a trumpet player who's never needed that kind of annotation, I've always been able to use the originals.
Wife: "String players never play from the originals because we have bowings."
Me: "And wind players have Airbuses!"
Wife: "That joke was just plane awful."
They perform a tee test. To determine if it's normally distributed.
Context: There is an upcoming 250 piece puzzle-making competition at work where teams compete to be the fastest puzzle-solvers. It is a corporate activity. I'm writing the invitation to be distributed and I want to get people participating. Help!
I was discussing my new job in a home improvement chain's distribution center with my dad and told him I unloaded a truck full of blinds. His response, "Sounds shady."
distribute them evenly among the people.
I think the earlier challenges in comprehensive diagnosis came from the difficulty in getting results from patients. BMI is so easy it's automatic.
Meanwhile, getting body fat percentage required calipers or an intensive water displacement test. The distribution of body fat is never concrete; when does back fat stop and butt fat begin? Then, negative physiological effects of these two is the third indicator. Those need a host of diagnoses.
We are moving to a time when getting those figures has never been easier and thus could have never before been done on a large scale.
Chinese dude here.
Every time we have dinner with extended family, we'll have a whole steamed fish as one of the courses.
My dad will usually be the person to cut up and distribute the fish among the family.
Every time he does that, he'll use the spoon and fork to make the fish mouth "thunder, thunder, THUNDERCATS! HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" before cutting up the fish followed by this shit-eating grin around the table. No one above the age of 14 laughs.
The younger cousins find this funny and that's probably why my dad keeps doing it every freaking time.
Just my dad's thing.
Im french-canadian. ^^"Hi ^^french-canadian, ^^im ^^dad" ^^done!
Im made an awesome dadjoke earlier but it is french. Im still gonna tell you, cause its awesome, but don't worrie, I'll explain it over and over and laugh doing it, because, after all, im a dad and the same rules apply, whatever the language.
So, the mother was distributing cookies after the meal. One for the daughter, one for me and 2 for her. Doing it, she said "le deuxième, c'est mon pourboire" (the second is my tip) in french, tip is pourboire, but, if you separate the word like so "pour boire" it means "for drinking". So, I said to her "pour boire? Les biscuits, c'est pour manger!" (for drinking? Cookies are for eating)
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA. FUCK ME, ITS HILARIOUS.
See, its a classic dadjoke in french and I still got her good! "Pour boire? Ben non, c'est pour manger" hahahahah. Cause you don't drink cookie, you eat it. Hahaha. So great. Eyes were rolling all over the place, I almost step on one. HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
You got it, right? She said, "the second cookie is my tip" (le deuxième biscuit est mon pourboire) and I reply "tip? Cookies are for eating!" (Pour boire? Les biscuits, c'est pour manger) HAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MAN, its funny as hell!
So I work in a distribution wearhouse for an orange chainsaw company and I work there with my dad.
So a few of the guys in the wearhouse like to wear toques, a winter hat that covers your ears for you non-Canadians, and my dad mentioned this to me as we're heading off to lunch so I say, "well, I guess there are toque kinds of people...". Even my dad groaned.
One of the afore mentioned toque wearing guys was picking a particularly big order consisting of mostly gloves, and he starts complaining that there are too many damn gloves in this order. So I sarcastically replied, "I bet you just gloved picking that order." He just turned around and walked away and didn't speak to me the rest of the day.
I do logistics for a small distributing company. A container of calendars came in and the warehouse guys were hustling to get it empty. I walked out of my office and said "Hey guys slow down. Y'all have a lot of time on your hands."
My sister is on a road trip from Utah to Texas. She has been periodically updating us with her location.
Sister 1: Raton, New Mexico
Dad: That's a big rat.
Sister 1: Dalhart, Texas
Dad: Woohoo... How's it going?
Sister 1: Great. Everything is flat and smells like cows, but I don't see any cows.
Dad: Those are the iBoTs (invisible Bovines of Texas), they wander around making methane and distributing it free of charge. And the landscape is that way because of the flat-ulence.
Sister 2: Oh my gosh dad stop
Me: He can't. There is an honor code among dads. We must joke whenever the opportunity presents itself. It's our respunsibility.
Dad: I'm so proud.
Me: Hi so proud, I'm dad.
