I don't know why!
Operation Toot And Calm ‘Em will last a week.
... huge waste of space.
Sorry, that joke wasn’t very good... three stars.
It's mostly made of cabbage.
The horse says, "I don't think so," then disappears into nothing.
This is the point in time when all the philosophy students in the audience begin to giggle, as they are familiar with the philosophical proposition of Cogito ergo sum, or I think, therefore, I am. The classic philosophy put forward by René Descartes.
But to explain the concept aforehand would be putting Descartes before the horse.
She lost her hearing.
Did you reekognize it?
I hear you need a REALLY tiny hook to catch one.
I'll be suing ya !
They just don't ring any bells.
It’s when you say one thing, but mean your mother.
It’s nose-talgic.
When going through some of my deceased father's things, I found a card that says "Gold Mouse Story" and "Do you have a little gold Mexican?". This is sort of a shorthand he used to jot down jokes on index cards - a short description and the punchline.
I have no idea what this might refer to so I am asking here. Does this sound familiar? I apologize in advance if it turns out to be racist!
guess I got beigé-à-vu!
"I've eaten herbivore."
He was familiar with the magazines.
I was walking into the Dunkin Donuts this morning for some coffee and passed an older man as he was leaving.
"Sorry, they're all out of donuts!" he told me.
But like, they weren't out of donuts.
is familial to the Chinese man
I said, “Hey, you missed a T.”
Your pace is familiar but I don't remember the mane.
My loud response: "It's ambiguous!"
crickets
They all have a familiar ring to them.
We still haven't gotten a gig yet.
When people ask where to find Macomb he'll usually respond with 'in mapocket, next to mabrush' gets me every time.
My friend's family has a dog named Sugar. Her dad answered the door and I walked inside. Me: "Hey Sugar!" Her Dad: "Don't call me Sugar, I don't know you that well."
Dad: I see you're playing Dungeons and Dragons, is your character a dwarf?
Me: I'm playing a Gnome dad... we've been over this
Dad: I'm sorry - I must not be familiar with the... Gnomenclature
It can go by itself. It's the model S Car Go.
It sounded way better in my head.
Last night, I tried to tell my 10 year old daughter the classic "Kangaroo walks into a bar" joke. For those who are not familiar, a version of this. I got to the point where the Kangaroo orders the first beer, and my daughter interrupted me with "let me guess - the beer wasn't hoppy enough." Nope. But I like the way she thinks!
Every year, the team was in the state championship game, and usually won it handily. Every able lad within a few hundred miles wanted to play football for Central Catholic Fighting Knights.
Those who were familiar with the program, knew that the true heart and soul of the Knights football program was Sister Mary Margaret, an aged nun who would, in full habit, get out on the practice field and work on routes with the receivers, give pointers to the quarterbacks on their stances and releases, but most of all, love them like the second mother that she became to all of the boys in that program.
One year, on the eve of the state championship game, some evil malefactors broke into the convent and kidnapped Sister Mary Margaret. Everyone was stunned by the news, but none more so than the Knights of Central Catholic. They were devastated at the loss of their mentor.
As you might guess, the state championship game didn't go very well. For the first time in the history of the football program, the Knights were shut out. The Spartans beat them 42-0.
The next day, the headline on the local sports section read:
No Offense, Nun Taken
One fish turns to another and says:
Dam!
I hope this is the proper venue for this post. If not, feel free to delete me.
This came from when I was doing production lighting. Every once in a while during concert setup the audio tech would need help with mic check. Now the "real" audio guys would always just stand there going "check check check one two". Me being not a real audio guy wanted to have more fun than that, so I would always do "pages" as if I was paging people. But I would use these assumed names. Here is a partial list of names I would use. If you look closely you might notice a familiar u/name or two.
Paging Mister Lobbla … Mister Bob Lobbla (from Arrested Development)
Paging Mister Vitoomey … Mister Lee Vitoomey
Paging Mister Frescoe … Mister Al Frescoe
Paging Miss Haivure … Miss Bee Haivure
Paging Miss Mitch … Miss Miranda Mitch (my random itch - from The Mick?)
Paging Miss Dactyl … Miss Tara Dactyl
Paging Miss Falactec … Miss Anna Falactec
Paging Miss Tonin … Miss Sarah Tonin
Paging Mister Zinette … Mister Ray Zinnette
Paging Mister Reader … Mister Chip Reader
Paging Miss Kiaki … Miss Sue Kiaki
Paging Mister Doffish … Mister Stan Doffish
Paging Mister Debank … Mister Robin Debank
Paging Mister Festo … Mister Manny Festo
Paging Mister Ifornia … Mister Cal Ifornia
Paging Mister Itosis … Mister Hal Itosis
Paging Mister Saroni … Mister Rye Saroni
Paging Mister Nasium … Mister Jim Nasium
Paging Mister Aroon … Mister Mac Aroon
Paging Miss Ester … Miss Polly Ester
Paging Miss Rexia … Miss Anna Rexia
Paging Mister Zapan … Mister Pete Zapan
Paging Mister Tenuff … Mister Jess Tenuff
Paging Miss Eous … Miss Elaine Eous
Paging Mister Aroni … Mister Mac Aroni
Paging Mister Preneur … Mister Andre Preneur
Paging Mister Cetera … Mister Ed Cetera
Paging Mr. Zapple … Mr. Adam Zapple
Paging Mr. Bino … Mr. Al Bino
Paging Miss Slapter … Miss Ida Slapter
Paging Miss Talia … Miss Jenna Talia
Paging Mr. Rafone … Mr. Mike Rafone
Paging Mr. Zark … Mr. Noah Zark
Paging Miss Yoki … Miss Carey Yoki
Paging Mr. Foolery … Mr. Tom Foolery
Paging Mr. Atric … Mr. Jerry Atric
Paging Mr. Duttank … Mr. Phillip Duttank
Paging Mr. Anoma … Mr. Mel Anoma
Paging Mister Jass … Mr. Hugh Jass
Paging Mr. Onella … Mr. Sam Onella
Paging Mr. Maphobe … Mr. Jer Maphobe
Paging Mr. Packa … Mr. Al Packa
Paging Mister Dente … Mister Al Dente
Paging Miss Conda … Miss Anna Conda
Paging Miss Sharalike … Miss Sharon Sharalike
Paging Miss Bellum … Miss Sarah Bellum
Paging Miss Mennopey … Miss
... keep reading on reddit ➡So my dad texted me with some movie recomendations
Dad:"have you seen Momento? It's about a guy who loses his short term memory"
Me:"Sounds familiar but I'll check it out. Is it on Netflix?"
Dad:"Yeah. it's a thriller where the story goes backwards"
Five minutes later....
Dad:"Have I told you about the movie where a guy loses his short term memory?"
God dammit dad...
Mat!
my father loves these jokes back in the day. whos familiar with them all?
An hobbituary to Tolkien appeared in each of the major newspapers, all had a familiar ring to them.
During the opening credits, he spotted those familiar yellow, pill-shaped creatures that we all know too well.
He turned to me and said,
"Wouldn't you love to have a lot of them? Think about it, you could be a Minion-aire."
I'm only familiar with his older stuff. Sorry.
- Allow => A-meow
- Apology => A-paw-logy
- Appalling => A-paw-ling
- Attitude => Cat-titude
- Awesome => Paw-some / Claw-some
- Awful => Claw-ful / Paw-ful
- Because => Be-claws
- Before => Be-fur
- Bother => Bo-fur
- Catastrophe => Cat-astrophe
- Catastrophic => Cat-astrophic
- Catch => Cat-ch
- Clever => Claw-ver
- Confusing => Con-fur-sing
- Congratulations => Con-cat-ulations
- Different => Dif-fur-rent
- Disappearance => Disa-purr-ance
- Familiar => Fur-miliar
- Feeling => Feline
- For => Fur
- For real => Fur real
- Forever => Fur-ever
- Forget => Fur-get
- Fortunate => Fur-tunate
- Forward => Fur-ward
- Friend => Fur-end
- Furious => Fur-ious
- Further => Fur-ther
- Get or Got => Cat
- Help me out => Help meow-t
- History => Hiss-tory
- Hysterical => Hiss-terical
- Inferior => In-fur-ior
- Kidding me => Kitten me
- Konnichiwa => Konnichi-paw
- Literally => Litter-ally
- Literature => Litter-a-ture
- Lost => Claw-st
- Lying => Lion
- Magnificent => Meow-nificent
- Marvellous => Meow-velous
- Minimum => Mew-nimum
- Misery => Mew-sery
- Moment => Mew-ment
- Mountain => Meow-ntain
- Move => Mew-v
- Music => Mew-sic
- Musician => Meow-sician
- Never => Nev-fur
- New => Mew
- Now => Meow
- Over => Ov-fur
- Paper => Pay-purr
- Pardon me => Paw-don me
- Pause => Paws
- Perfect => Purr-fect
- Perhaps => Purr-haps
- Permission => Purr-mission
- Person => Purr-son
- Personal => Purr-sonal
- Persuasion => Purr-suasion
- Places => Purr-laces
- Please => Paw-lease
- Portable => Paw-table
- Positive => Paw-sitive
- Possibility => Paw-sibility
- Possibly => Paw-sibly
- Precious => Purr-ecious
- Prefer => Paw-fer
- Preposterous => Pre-paw-sterous
- Pretty => Purr-ty
- Priceless => Purr-iceless
- Prince => Purr-ince
- Princess => Purr-incess
- Puns => Purr-ns
- Purpose => Purr-pose
- Referring => Re-fur-ing
- Respond => Res-paw-nd
- Simple => Sim-paw-le
- Suffer => Suf-fur
- Superior => Su-purr-ior
- Tale => Tail
- Talent => Tail-ent
- Tell => Tail
- That’s all => Cat’s all
- Unfortunate => Un-fur-tunate
- Very => Furry
- Whenever => Whene-fur
- Wonderful => Won-fur-ful
- You => Mew
- Apologize => A-paw-logize
- First => Furr-st
- How are you? => Meow are mew?
- Morning => Meowrning
- Phon
My coworker at a liquor store dropped this on our boss last night, credit to /u/TheCaliCashier. He isn't familiar with dadjokes so I had to bring it here for him.
TheCaliCashier: You know this store is haunted right?
Boss: Bullshit. I worked here twelve years and haven't seen anything.
TheCaliCashier: Well it is, but most the spirits are bottled.
Edit: Correcting punch line to actual delivery.
There are three classes of cheerios, the lower class (plain ol' cheerios), the middle class cheerios (frosted), and the elite class (honey nut). One soggy morning in Seattle, a plain cheerio awoke in his single room apartment. He looked out at the still sleepy city, blanketed in a mist of rain. He quickly got dressed and put his shoes on, this would be the day. He stood propped against the bus stop, smoking a cigarette. "God I have got to stop this habit." He thought to himself. Glancing back and forth at the bustle of cheerios, he saw her. She looked about 25, devastatingly gorgeous, and he could smell the honey from where he stood. "Excuse me ma'am," his voice quivered, "I - I think you might be the most beautiful cheerio I have ever seen." She smiled and her otherwise golden brown face grew red. " This is a long shot, but will you marry me?' She was obviously caught off guard by this, but her red lips formed the word, "Yes." They raced through the morning mist of the city, and arrived at her fathers house. The cheerio bent down in front of her father. "Sir, I would like to ask for your blessing in marrying your daughter" "No! You are a regular cheerio and my daughter needs a high quality honey nut" he snapped. "But sir." "No means no damnit!" "Sir this is very unrea-" "You come back a honey nut and you'll have my blessing, my daughter is not about to marry a low life like you." The cheerio sprinted home, tears streaming down his face. He fumbled against the lock and sprawled out on his bed. When he awoke it was early, his sheets had a dark silhouette from his wet jacket. He sat up and lit a cigarette. "Damn." he sighed to himself. Walking in front of his mirror, he noticed something different. His body was frosted! He had become a frosted cheerio! He darted out the door without shoes, reaching the honey nut household in no time at all. He banged on the door, and the beauty's father answered. "Sir I am a changed cheerio! I'm frosted!" he exclaimed. Her father had a stern look on his face. "You think you are any better? The dirt on my boots are worth more than you." he hissed. The old honey nut slammed the door on the young frosted. He heard the deadbolt click. The newly frosted cheerio didn't take the same way home. He stood on the edge of a bridge, feeling the cool autumn wind on his sugar coated skin. Was he really going to go through with this? Was it worth it? No he was a frosted cheerio now. He couldn't get the girl, but he was a changed cheerio. He
... keep reading on reddit ➡I want to rename an item I use in a video game to something clever. The helmet is a spartan helmet painted gold so anything witty would be nice! Thanks in advance!
I should probably add the item is a helmet and is cosmetic. The character weilds a rocket launcher and is from teamfortress to anyone familiar.
At work today, a friend of mine came in with two dried Carolina Reaper peppers. If you aren't familiar with these bad boys, they are hotter than Lucifer's testicles themselves. 2.2 Million Scoville units. Two times hotter than the ghost pepper.
To put it into perspective, a jalapeno is about 5000 scoville units. This one was 2.2 fucking million.
Anyway. I walked past my buddy's desk and he asked if I wanted some of the pepper.
OF COURSE I DID!!!
He gave me 1/4 of one of these little peppers and he even dared me to chew it for 15 seconds before swallowing. Which I did. To say that my mouth felt like the burning hemorrhoids of satans budding asshole would be a vast understatement.
One of the girls who sat near my buddy looks at me -- pacing back and forth around the room, sweating, crying -- and she says:
>"Cane-Dewey, are you alright!?"
I could barely breathe let alone speak. But through all the pain and angush, I still managed to mutter out:
>"No, I'm half left.
Friend: "Hey! Let's maybe hang out this week?"
Me: "Sorry, do I know you?"
Friend: "Are you being serious?"
Me: "The number looks familiar..."
Friend: "Ahhhh, did you lose your contacts?"
Me: "No, I wear glasses."
Note: Quality Very Varying (I see what I did there) and sometimes subject to specialist knowledge. So I apologise in advance. Shame me with your better puns.
While I was languishing in the Language Centre, doing some semantics antics and considering how all the other linguistics students despised and derided me, I was accosted by a stout man with large glasses who made me a preposition. It was that I should collect terrible puns, to do with linguistics, in order to ingratiate myself yet further with the other linguistics students (including even the phonetics fanatics).
I'm struggling to think of a pun to do with grammaticality that both makes sense and "Is grandma tickly?" correct. I'm also stuck on 'morphologician'. (I'm not actually sure that's a particularly logical word for the subject, though I guess that's more for, er, more for a logician to worry about.)
The problem I have with writing about phonological variation is that one is constantly forced to choose between being fun or logical - very Asian!I always get in trouble with electricians, they think I'm calling them a 'dialectician' whereas in fact I'm just saying "Die, electrician."
I like pscycholinguistics – the only department of linguistics where it’s acceptable to wear a cycle helmet. My Australian accent is terrible but I like to think my Sath Efrican one is predicate. My favourite accent is Received Pronunciation, because it is the accent chiefly used by invisible Japanese people who are ordered online. When the first recipient of an invisible Japanese person got the parcel, they wrote a complaint saying "Received but can't see Asian" and the name stuck.
Why did the speakers whose native languages weren't English, but whose only shared language was English, but they weren't very good at it and kept on having to stop to think about it, stop talking to one another? They came to an agreement. (Get it? If not, write your answer on a pastecard and paste it to the below address.)
What did the 'a' say to the 'the'? "You definitely are ticklish, 'the'!"
Why was the small man eaten by the large bear, which was proportionately bigger than him? It had, er, relative claws.
I think the reason there are so many speakers of Russian is because they all partake in an activity called "copulae shun". (Ok, ok, I know, that was Pushkin it.)
I know a man called Hillary who can, might, should, did, must, shall and will ride an ox. We call him "Ox Hillary".
I always think the verb 'to be' in the senten
... keep reading on reddit ➡She was telling me about a handbell ensemble she's in, and asked if I was familiar with one of the songs they're practicing.
I said "Hmm... it doesn't ring a bell."
She giggled and said "That's terrible."
I sat down to watch TV with my parents and they decided to play Master Chef. I'm familiar with the show, but haven't seen any of this season. I'm sitting there, complimenting the fantastic weight loss of Graham, one of the judges, when my dad goes:
"Yeah, you know, last year he was going by the name kiloGraham, but now he just goes by Graham!"
I laughed, my mom groaned, and the cleverness of the joke, (which is far from usual), was enjoyed by all. :)
Got my wife with two the other day when we were grocery shopping.
She goes to get a ginger root from the produce section, and I yell at her
STOP!!
"...what?" she asks
I answer "You are doing it wrong, you have to pick it up carefully"
And i proceed to very slowly lift one ginger root out of the pile, being extra careful to support it.
"...what are you doing?" My wife is now very confused.
"You have to lift it......gingerly".
She hits me.
Not five minutes later, we are getting celery.
"I think this one looks familiar" I say
"What?" again, she falls into my trap
"Yeah....this one has been following me around, creepily, from a distance. It's a Celery Stalk(er)."
She hit me again.
We learned about all of the bones in the hand. Our teacher let the class examine some actual bones as well as other models that allowed us to see and become more familiar with the bones. I told the teacher, "This is gonna come in handy!"
My mom and I were talking about how she was inspired by the show Tiny House Nation. (For those who aren't familiar, it is a show about downsizing, and living in a more eco friendly house). She was describing her ideal layout, how she would live with her sisters and how there would be sleeping quarters for their children (me being one of them) to visit.
I naturally chimed in with "That's alright, I just need a sleeping nickel". She chuckled, then groaned. I chuckled, and posted it here!
Went out for an anniversary dinner with the wife and kids to the Old Spaghetti Factory. If you're not familiar, their mascot is a trolley car and most restaurants have one right in the middle.
We got seated at a table in the trolley, and service was great... At first. And then it became apparent that our server had given up on any sort of tip. So, at the end of the meal...
Wife: "We shouldn't tip her very well. Our service was terrible at the end."
Me: "Yeah, it really went off the rails."
Wife: eyeroll
Wife: What time are you working until?
Wife: 5?
Me: 4:30
Wife: This conversation is oddly familiar
Me: or is it evenly familiar?
I was browsing reddit on my phone, and my dad comes up and asks what I'm doing.
Me: "I'm reading" Dad: "Well, what app is that? It looks familiar" Me: Oh, it's reddit." Dad: "reddit? I thought you were still reading it!"
So, I saw a joke about a kid asking his Dad to make him a sandwich and it reminded me of something my Dad always told me.
Me: Dad, I'm hungry......can you make me a sandwich?
Dad: I'm not familiar with Mea Sandwiches, but I think there is some ham left.
At the time I always groaned, but now I look back on it fondly.
First time at a Warhammer 40k store. I'm familiar with the game but have never played. Display window has a seven foot marine figure that is painted and badass. As I walk in,
"Whoa! How many points to play him?!?"
Me pointing at marine. Three nerds playing magic stop to look at me. Store employee looks up without moving his head. Two other store patrons turn to look at me.
Crickets.
I don't know why
I don’t know y
I don't know why.
Every able lad within a few hundred miles wanted to play football for Central Catholic Fighting Knights.
Those who were familiar with the program, knew that the true heart and soul of the Knights football program was Sister Mary Margaret, an aged nun who would, in full habit, get out on the practice field and work on routes with the receivers, give pointers to the quarterbacks on their stances and releases, but most of all, love them like the second mother that she became to all of the boys in that program.
One year, on the eve of the state championship game, some evil malefactors broke into the convent and kidnapped Sister Mary Margaret. Everyone was stunned by the news, but none more so than the Knights of Central Catholic. They were devastated at the loss of their mentor.
As you might guess, the state championship game didn't go very well. For the first time in the history of the football program, the Knights were shut out. The Spartans beat them 42-0.
The next day, the headline on the local sports section read:
No Offense, Nun Taken
Brother: And that's the chuck, right?
Dad: Well yes, but I'm not that familiar with it, so I call it the Charles.
