Forearm Puns

No, they have eight arms.

I told him to stop and that I would take him to the doctor for a more rofessional job. He told me he wanted to do it as he was working on his first aid merit badge for the boy scouts. So I said, "Suture self."

me: I wish I had 4 arms!

Mom: You do.

me: No I have 2.

Mom: You have forearm's

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I have a right to bear arms!

That’s a myth; you have forearms.

He said, "Forearms."

I said, "No, he only has two."

Its twice as much work to cut off forearms.

GF: I like your forearms.

Me: I only have two.

I had to explain it, but then she slapped her forehead. I know, she only has one.

I've got two forearms

She exclaimed "God! This is ridiculous. I need, like, four arms to do this!".

To which I replied "but honey, you DO have forearms!"

Friday after work, just sitting down to dinner with my dad, the news is showing on the TV. A story comes on about body parts that were found in a river recently. The police are appealing to anyone who recognises a tattoo thats on the forearm close to the hand, to come forward and help the police with their investigation.

My dad turns to me with a huge grin on his face and says, "Well, I guess that's a pretty handy clue to have".

Nice work dad.

My SO got me tonight as follows:

Me: We have too much to carry. If only people had evolved four arms. Wouldn't that be cool?

Her (with shit-eating grin): We do have forearms...

She then proceeds to display her arm to me Vanna-White-style.

Hit head-on by a drunk driver, she broke her right wrist and forearm (compound fracture), and broke her right femur. The doctor came to talk to us after the surgery and told us she was okay. My dad asked, "will she be able to play the trumpet?" And the doctor assured us that she would make a full recovery and be able to play after the cast came off. To which my dad replies, "Wow, you're one hell of a doctor. All she could play before was the piano!"

The wife was holding 2 letters to hang on a wall, the son was holding 2 letters to hang on the wall. The wife asks the son to hold up all 4 letters on the wall to view the placement and the son says "Mom, I don't have four arms." In which I replied "But son, you DO have forearms!"

I told them I already had forearms...

While petting my cat, she placed her paw over my arm, threatening to unsheathe the razor-sharp claws into my forearm. I turn to my dad. "Dad, she's holding me hostage with her paw." "Looks like she has paw-wer over you." Groans insue. Cat leaves.

So me, my sister and dad were discussing about our weird dreams.

My sister was talking about the dream where she was a cat. She told us how real her tail felt and how useful it is to balance a cat's body when it runs. I then butted in with my dream.

Me: "In one of my dreams, I had four arms and it felt awkward at first but then I got used to it."

Dad: "But you already DO have forearms in real life."

So I walk into the kitchen and see my Dad grab a big knife to cut some vegetables. "Whoa Dad, thought you just drew a knife on me." He proceeds to grab a sharpie and draw a knife on my forearm, then continues his vegetable chopping.

So I'm watching the Australian Open with my friend and my dad. This is how the conversation went.

Friend: Have you noticed the trend of the top 4 tennis players all having a good forearm.

Dad: Yeah I have. Well we all know that the only thing that is better than a forearm is a fivearm.