Can't believe I've spent all that money and have nothing to chauffer it.
The name of the business? "Nerdy deeds, done dirt cheap"
It was atoll...
I said, “That’s outrageous!”
He just shrugged and said, “That’s inflation for you.”
But no. I was charged $30 a pop.
She just shook her head and said "This is a non-prophet organization."
It was the leased of my worries.
Photography
But today I finally remembered.
Carry on, Carry on. Doesn’t really matter.
It's a Sir charge
It’s mail-dominated.
You remember the story of Jack and the Beanstock? Imagine if Jack had red hair.
Hints:
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
This one is a bit dark.
Ok, too subtle perhaps:
>!Outside of the U.S., red heads are generally called "gingers". Thus, redhead Jack is a ginger, and if the giant makes his bread from Jack's bones, he has made bread out of a ginger, which makes it...!<
It's the fee line.
It was an expensive self fee.
Why not a cough-fee instead?
Because it’s a posture fee
My own fault though, I kept her out too long.
I guess the free press is under siege!
FeeFiphobia
After discovering he'd been given a parking ticket, the giant exclaimed in disappointment as he approached his house. This startled a burglar inside, causing him to flee from the property but not before trapping his stubby digit in the door, causing him to leave blood at the scene. Thankfully, the giant's powerful nasal abilities allowed him to aid police as he was able to detected the exact nationality and gender of the robber in question. When interviewed, the giant simplified the story for us by saying,
"Fee, Fie, Foe, Thumb, I smell the blood of an English Man."
Trevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevor’s love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevors’s degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevor’s front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasn’t keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
“Well” said Jeff, “As I’m sure you know the convention comes to town later”.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
“Yes of course” replied Trevor
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...they claimed the 10% was a re-stocking fee.
He yelled out, “Thomeone help me! I can’t thwim.”
Relax. It's just a "Cough Fee."
I went online and saw that a nigerian princess wanted to send me millions of dollars. However, I had to send $100 for handling fees on the check. However, I wanted confirmation. So I had her send me a picture. She did. Now, a princess needs a prince right? So I went online and found a picture of an eligible bachelor prince. Some guy from Jordan. I then took the two images, placed them side by side, and had some photoshopped ceremonial garb.
In otherwords, I married the prints. Of course, I took pictures of the happy event and sent them to the "princess" with the caption "I already married the prints." The scammer didn't reply unfortunately.
Would you call it a cof(fee)?
Get it? a fee, but coffee?
It’s a Naan Profit Organization.
He didn't want to pay an early termination fee.
Now I have a cough-fee.
I was way too proud of that one this morning.
Males are just females without the fes
Fes can be forced to sound like Fees, and woman have a stereotype of spending money
Sheesh, I didn’t know there was going to be hidden fees.
Sell-fees and sell-frees
Because you don't have to worry about any cat-astro-fees.
He just requested $50 from me for “6 and under tee ball registration fee.”
His feyonce
She told me ”Dad, If you want a cat, you should expect a fee line.” I’m so proud!
And have a great Fall!
Cant believe i just spent all that money and have nothing to chauffeur it.
What they didnt tell me was that fee doesn't include a driver. So now, im out $300 and nothing to chauffer it.
Just spent $300 on a limousine and discovered that the fee doesn't include a driver.
Can't believe I spent all that money and have nothing to chauffer it.
