It's a bit sour, though.
I said she could go as long as she doesn't get pickled.
For Christ's saké !
After every dad joke I like to follow up with:
This joke is like fermented milk.
Past your eyes!
(Hand swiping up from chin to forehead)
Since you might be arrested for in-cider trading
Especially Pu'ehr-to Rico
They're fairly certain the culprit is an incider.
My husband has been making a lot of pizza lately. He ferments the dough and I have been naming each batch with a pun. The current batch is Yeast Lightning. I texted my dad and asked him to help me think of some new names. He texted back "Just rise to the occasion."
This was several years ago but while driving in the car with the family and we pass a Budweiser factory.
Dad: How do they make Budweiser?
Mom: They do something with fermenting the hops and yeast...
Dad: They send him to school.
Dad: Do we get the student discount? Harkins-Girl: Well, it's a matinee so it's the same price Dad: 'Cause we're from the school of hard knocks
To give you a better picture of my dad, he's 54 and owns his own accounting practice/ is his sole employee. To others he comes across as shy, but I know better. The alone time with the numbers helps his "Dadness" ferment until it bubbles (like this experience) or otherwise explodes.
I instantly face palmed. My dad was still laughing at himself 20 minutes after we got out of the movie.