A subreddit.
I wanted to become a fun guy.
Staying in bed and calling for a nurse to bring me more pudding.
Ruff.
..."No, Ken do"
So today, a subreddit.
I guess he was hitting the wrong sloths
Student: "Sir, someone nutted on the floor!"
Me: *Begins to get angry* *Turns around... there's a hex nut on the floor*
Me: "Well played."
Now they all have Mousey Tongue.
They ended up with Carpool Chunnel Syndrome.
I herd it through the grapevine.
When I get up in the morning, that’s half. When I lie back down at night, that’s the other half.
... almost on Monday, almost on Tuesday ...
She was legendairy.
I guess I'm suffering from 'stalk home' syndrome.
It is the sitting around for 8 hours waiting to go home I can't stand.
It was my longest running joke of the year.
I like making small change.
Needs his H²O H²O H²O.
But I don’t see what’s wrong with being a cereal monogamist.
My hair is getting gentrified, and soon, I won't be able to afford it.
I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that Gandhi was a super fragile, calloused mystic suffering from halitosis.
Cereal monogamy
That would be soda pressing.
She wasn’t unusual, nor was the travel bag she carried, except for one thing. She would approach people who were sitting on the beach, glance around, then speak to them.
Generally, the people would respond negatively and she would wander off, but occasionally someone would nod and there would be a quick exchange of money for something she carried in her bag.
The couple assumed she was selling drugs and debated calling the cops, but since they didn’t know for sure they just continued to watch her.
After a couple of weeks the wife asked, “Honey, have you ever noticed that she only goes up to people with boom boxes and other electronic devices?”
He hadn’t and said so. Then she said, “Tomorrow I want you to get a towel and our big radio and go lie out on the beach. Then we can find out what she’s really doing.”
Well, the plan went off without a hitch, and the wife was almost hopping up and down with anticipation when she saw the girl talk to her husband and then leave. The man walked up the beach and met his wife at the road. “Well, is she selling drugs?” she asked excitedly.”
“No, she’s not.” he said, enjoying this probably more than he should have.
“Well, what is it, then?” his wife fairly shrieked.
The man grinned and said. “Her name is Sally and she’s selling batteries.”
“Batteries?” cried the wife.
“Yes,” he replied. “She sells C cells by the Seashore.”
I told him, 'no, because it's Son Day'.
It's a running joke.
Happy Father's Day to all Dads that make us laugh with their ridiculous jokes!
If only i had known about her history of violins.
I think it might be the alternator.
I think he is slowly losing the plot...
And I always reply 'with your eyes, silly!'
a poutine routine!
A Christmas stalking.
It's like clock work .
I think I have a Cocaine addiction.
Now it’s just some bunny I used to know.
It’s all about raisin awareness l
A subreddit.
So instead, a subreddit.
Ruff.
So instead, a subreddit.
But Son day happens once every week
