But, it was just a Fanta sea.
It was an absolute unit.
Triple HBO
Garb
Because it doesn't age
Idk if this exists already or not but I made it up
But I guess they are steel around.
Me: I never knew that hole was there My Dad: where did you think it was?
I then proceeded to laugh way too much
Faithbook.
I've needed a new outlet ever since tumblr banned punography.
Would he be called a Massogynist
A man is riding his horse through the desert, and, well, he starts to get thirsty. He sees a small town off in the distance, so he sets off in that direction to get some water for his horse and some whiskey for hisself.
Well, as he gets into that little town he starts to notice something peculiar. Not a soul is out. Sun's setting, but still plenty of light. Water in the horse troughs tells him it ain't a ghost town, but folks ain't comin' out for some reason.
Now, as soon as he turns onto the town's main street, he sees a soberin' sight; the sheriff, on a ladder, hammering the last nail into a brand new gallows. He sidles his horse on up to the sheriff and says, "Pardon me sheriff. I don't mean to pry, but pray tell, who're them gallows fer?"
The sheriff looks around, surprised to see someone out. He steps down, takes off his hat and scratches the back of his head thoughtfully, before replying, "Well, I reckon you must be a stranger in these parts. I reckon then that you ain't never heard of Brown Paper Bart. Anyway, we're lynchin' him come sunrise."
"Brown Paper Bart? I reckon not, sheriff. That's a mighty peculiar name, pray tell, whaddaya call him Brown Paper Bart fer?"
"Wayill, I reckon we call him Brown Paper Bart on account 'a the fact that everything he wears is made a' brown paper. His hat's made a' brown paper, his boots is made a' brown paper. His chaps is made a' brown paper, his neckerchief's made a brown paper. Heck dang shoot, even his lunch bag is made a' brown paper!"
The man looks at the sheriff a moment, perplexed, before replying, "Well, sheriff, I reckon that's a mighty peculiar thing for a man to do, but that don't explain these brand new gallows. Pray tell, what're you lynchin' Brown Paper Bart fer?"
[Insert a dad-length pause here.]
"...Rustlin'."
My family was watching Lord of the Rings a few weeks back. At one point in the movies, a character says, "Muster the Roherim!" Later on, I (the son) pointed out, "The Roherim have been mustered." My dad instantly replies, "Except the slow ones, they gotta ketchup!"
https://i.imgur.com/93isyam.jpg
He replied " I am probably a Type O"
Turns out it's a non-prophet organization
Because without them, boobs would be pointless.
It was an Apple with limited memory; just one byte. Then, everything crashed.
There is no cure.
You can say I'm agnocchic.
Medieval era
Implies the existence of the much quieter Kia Piano.
She never knew I existed
Yeti does.
Joke: >!γγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγ!<
I mean, whatβs their porpoise?
They are quite the head turner.
Well, unless you Count Dracula
Since Iβm neither gender with cat ears, does that make me Nyan-binary?
Because they don't believe in a higher power.
Every one reading this is on the same page.
Edit: Thanks guys. This is way too much love.
Stake n shake!
(I'm not sure if this is a regional restaurant but I assure you it exists.)
I would just call it naan-existent
You get gravy
Cheery Bowel Syndrome
Angry Bowel Syndrome
Naive Bowel Syndrome (right before you have Taco Bell)
The list is endless and frightening
Iβm making some art about a band with three spray bottles as the singers, what are some band names? It would be cool if it was a pun about sprays or a parody of an existing band, thanks
There is on paper, but word of mouth says it's non-existent
Plastic explosives.
Their existence is memeingless.
I am thinking of establishing a holiday resort with gambling facilities.
Itβll be called Pair-A-Dice
Boobies
"You better stop your dandelion, or you'll be the baneberry of my existence!"
These are the pie rates of the Caribbean
A pigment of your imagination.
...turns out it was just a fanta sea
