The host says, “What are you dressed as?” I tell him, “I’m a harp.” He says, “But your costume is to small to be a harp.” I was incredibly offended, and tell him, “Are you calling me a lyre?!”
...he’s really a big lyre.
I drove all the way to his house just to find out he's just a big fucking lyre.
It was pretty Jarreing.
They're good at pulling strings.
Another party attendee challenged me, saying "no way is your costume a harp".
I replied, ">!So, are you calling me a lyre?!<"
Anything but a Canadian Club.
She was a massive lyre
Guy 1: What are you dressed as?
Guy 2: I'm a harp
Guy 1: That looks too small for a harp
Guy 2: You calling me a lyre?
It was a harp-C-chord.
“Sorry, son. I’m baroque”
My dad was really quiet for about 20 minutes (usually a sign that he's concocting a pun) and then spouted out this gem:
Two people meet at a costume party
"What did you dress up as?" "I'm a harp!" "Really? It looks a little small to be a harp." "Are calling me a lyre?"
Host: What are you? Me: A Harp Host: Your costume's too small to be a harp Me: Are you calling me a lyre?
Credit to u/IronProdigyOfficial , x-post from r/whitepeopletwitter
While reading an article about fathers and sons drinking together, I remembered the time I took my daughter out for her first drink.
Off we went to our local bar only two blocks from the house.
I got her a Guinness. She didn't like it, so I drank it.
Then I got her a Killian's she didn't like that either, so I drank it.
Finally, I thought she might like some Harp Lager? She didn't. I drank it.
I thought maybe she'd like whiskey better than beer so we tried a Jameson's; nope!
In desperation, I had her try that 25 year old Glenfiddich. The bar's finest scotch. She wouldn't even smell it. What could I do but drink it!
By the time I realized she just didn't like to drink, I was so shit-faced I could hardly push her stroller back home!!!
[edited for spelling. sorry to offend.]
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