Well, well, well.
They were U-tubers.
I thought I thaw a pussycat.
That well escalated quickly!
but it just was a fossil arm
The uncles.
My wife came home and said "Well, well, well..."
He still isn't sure which period it was from.
Looks like he made a grave mistake.
I accidentally swallowed a small gold nugget and dug through my feces to find it. My wife walked in and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was just mining my own business.
In my defence I'd only ever dug up Tyrannosaurus Rex, so I'd never seen herbivore.
An Ambulance, immediately!
After I dug into the details of a theoretical zombie crisis and the entrances and exits of our home, I settled on the master bedroom.
My son sighs and says, "the living room."
High five buddy, you got me.
It’s not a beautiful poem but it is deep
I dug her dig's digs.
He just knew it would be groundbreaking.
I told him I just know of a neighbor who grows them. I haven’t dug deeper.
Bob.
(It’s padre’s birthday and he just dug that one out of the depths of his memory...)
... but it was a fossil arm.
I know he means well...
He was very well armed.
Me: The dog just dug up a bunch of sand into our food.
Son: Well it issss called a sandwich daddy.
Me: smiles and nods with approval
She dug, "You do! For goodness sake, loosen your belt, it's disgusting!"
One day a man looks out his window and finds one of his fence posts dug up and put in the ground somewhere else.
For the next couple of days this continues on but with a new fence post.
Yesterday was the last straw, so the men sat on his balcony all night to see who the culprit was.
Sure enough at 2am a couple of teenagers show up and get ready to dig up another fence post.
Man: "you goddamn teenagers! Stop digging up old posts and reposting them!"
As a Boy Scout, we would camp a lot and go on hikes.
One night, we had to do a night hike, alone, for a merit badge. I had left the campsite about an hour earlier and a terrible storm rolled in. The sky opened up and the ground was quickly saturated. I tried to continue my hike for another few minutes, but it got cold and I was chilled and soaked to the bone, so I decided to try to head back to camp.
Lightning was starting to crackle above me, so I thought I should try to take a shortcut to make my hike back quicker. I pulled out my compass and found my direction, but the rain made it impossible to see more than five feet in front of me.
I was looking down at my compass, not paying any attention to where I was going, and suddenly felt weightless. The feeling didn't last long as I thumped down on slippery earth a second later.
I had fallen onto a ledge on the side of a rather steep cliff, the bottom of which was at least fifty feet down.
I sat there, contemplating on how to get back up this cliff as water rolled over the edge ten feet above me. There was nothing to grab onto to pull myself up. I was stuck there.
After a few minutes, I noticed the little ledge I was standing on was slowly getting smaller. The water was coming down so hard it was eroding the tiny bit of safety I had.
I dug through my pockets, thinking maybe I had something, anything, to help me out of my precarious situation. All I had was my compass, a cough drop, and a match. I was screwed.
So, I sat there, watching the edge of the ledge I was on get closer and closer to my feet, when suddenly I felt something pushing on my back.
I turned slightly and saw a wooden box sticking out of the cliff behind me. It was working its way out of the side, the rain surely helping it along. I tried to move away from it, but the ledge wasn't very wide and the box kept coming out, pushing me farther to the weak and failing edge.
As more of the box came out, to my horror, I realized it was a coffin! I had no idea how old it was, but it looked rather rotten. All I could think of was being pushed off this ledge, and the rotten coffin breaking and dropping a skeleton onto my broken and battered body at the bottom.
The coffin crept closer, my foot began to slip. I grabbed onto a root that was sticking out of the cliffside and dug in my pocket once more.
I hurriedly tore the wrapper off the cough drop and stuck it in my mouth. It stopped the coffin.
This joke has been told to me
... keep reading on reddit ➡OK so as a dad who enjoys challenging his kids I would like some help. Shoot me your best feasible hiding spot for the Golden Egg on Easter...I'm thinking submerged in a hollow block or randomly dug hole just to fuck with the kids and their parents!
Buddy - "just dug a hole in the concrete with out any problems"
Me - "nice, looks like it cement to be"
Buddy - blank stare "you should be a dad so your 'dad jokes' can just be 'jokes'"
That was a couple weeks ago, so this past weekend I asked how it was going.
Buddy - "just finished laying the tile down."
Me - "awesome, I grout you'll have any problems here on out."
Buddy - "get out of my house."
Then some bloody otters dug it up.
So in my calculus class last year in math, there were these two Chinese twins. Ving, and Ling. Ving was always super cool with me. In exchange for answers (he was super smart) I would hang out with him and be his friend and stuff. After I cheated off of him and studied with him though, I did get to be his friend and we got very close.
His sister, Ling, was always uptight about school and she made sure to study, she got stressed about a B, etc. One day I was hanging out with Ving, and we started talking about names. He went off on this huge rant about how he hated his, and how he wanted to change it to something more Asian-American, like Lee. I told him that the Courthouse downtown had a form that you could fill to legally change it. He told me: "I always give you answers. If you could just drive me down to the courthouse this one time, I will never forget you. I just hate this god-forsaken Chinese name and I want to get rid of it forever."
He seemed pretty adamant about it, so I decided the best decision would be to take him. We walked out to my car, and right as I put the keys in the ignition Ling came running and tapped on the car door like a madman. I rolled it down and she started freaking out about how Ving's name had been passed down through generations and generations, but Ving didn't care. He just wanted to go down to the Courthouse and get it over with.
Ling figured that coming with would be the best idea, so if anything else came up that she would be needed for, she would be there for Ving. Honestly, I felt stuck in the middle of a family feud, so I just took her along. When we got to the Courthouse, Ving confidently walked up to the front desk and asked the receptionist if he could change his name. She gave him a little packet of paper and told him to sit down. Ling and I waited patiently while Ving filled out his info. I was watching him fill it out and I noticed he really did want to change his name to Lee.
Before he finished, though, he started tearing up. He told me he couldn't change his name. He asked the lady at the front that he couldn't do it, and she told him he would need twenty dollars to cancel the request. Ling was so relieved and happy that he changed his mind, she dug through her purse, found the money, and started to hand it to the receptionist.
It was at this moment that the most stereotypical Asian man burst through the doors. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, a visor, American flag shorts, flip flops, everything. This
... keep reading on reddit ➡We were planting some new shrubs. I was digging the holes and he was planting the bushes. I finished digging and called over to him and said "the hole is dug"... he called back "how do you know its name?" He was so proud, 3 daughters and his first real dad joke!
Had a dream where for some reason I dug up a fish from my front yard that was kind of weird looking but alive I went to the sink and washed all the dirt off while explaining to my mom what happened. All I hear from the other room is my dad yelling "what is it, a landshark?" I woke myself up from laughter
Our 8 y/o son loves Minecraft. Without our oversight, he'd play all day every day. He was allowed to play on Sunday afternoon. He chose to play survivor mode, and he came running into the room where we were sitting to brag, "MOM, PAPI, I dug a shaft down into this hill and I found TWO DIAMONDS!"
He continued on, "So, since I'm in survival mode, should I use the diamonds to make a hoe or a pickax?" Something like that, comparing what it would cost him from something called his "workbench" and "inventory." Admittedly, I've only played creative mode with him, so I don't know all the terms.
Anyway, without missing a beat, my wife says, "Son, always spend your diamonds on hoes."
I love that woman so very much.
My character and his companions are walking around a dwarven ruin when a conversation occurs between two of them that goes something like this:
"You hadn't written me since the day that explosion happened! If you had died in that I would've come and dug up your corpse just to kick your ass."
The NPC in question says "what would you have done if I had been cremated?"
"I would have kicked your ash"
No groans from the other NPCs occurred but mine was certainly audible from my room.
and says "Hey bartender, got any grapes?"
The bartender replies: "This is a bar, we don't have grapes here."
The next day the duck returns and inquires: "Hey bartender, got any grapes?"
Says the bartender: "I told you yesterday: this is a bar. We don't have grapes here."
The next day the duck is back. "Hey bartender. Got any grapes?"
"NO!" shouts the bartender. "If you come back asking for grapes again, I will nail your beak to this bar!"
The next day the dug is back again:
"Hey bartender: got any nails?" "NO! This is a BAR, not a hardware store!"
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"Got any grapes?"
My dad stuffed a tissue up his nostril and dug around for a second. He pulled it out, looked at it, and declared to me "I thought it was a booger, but it's snot."
We were walking towards the car and passed some road works where I couldn't really see what they were doing, there was just a ditch being dug with no tubes or cables in sight. I asked him what he thought they were placing, his response "Well obviously they're laying the new wireless internet"
So i was cycling around the garden with no shoes, i went ouch at one point because the pedals dug into my foot.
My nephew goes: "Why did you go ouch?"
Me: "Because bike pedals were not really designed to be used with bare feet"
Brother: "No, they were designed for human feet"
I cracked up laughing, everyone else just groaned.
It's not a beautiful poem, but it's very deep.
a groundbreaking invention
