I can report that they are having an owl
I suggested the male owl was trying to mate with the female. My friend said no, they were probably married and it was a domestic dispute. Our professor said, "maybe someone forgot to pay their owlimony."
Fly-By Hooting.
You have probably never heard us
Because if they did they'd be vowels.
Sounds like a wise old bowel.
One can shoot but canβt hit
He's from the hoot
It's an absolute hoot.
It didn't give a hoot.
It was a hoot.
:D
I did my best owl impression, complete with hooting noises and flappy wings, whilst offering tea, backrubs and pillow fluffs. When she finally asked what I was doing I replied "my owly check".
I'd like to say the groan was due to ailment, but it was all me.
An owl, because they give a hoot!
With Ka-Hoot ;)
I think they were Inca Hoots!
Professor Soak
Who?
It was a real hoot.
Due to a difference in a pinion, a flock of doves attempted to stage an immediate coo by just winging it. So it wasn't surprising that, after creating an add-hawk unit (which many in the bird community considered fowl play), the eagles' military was just too strong and talonted, and the fledgling, emutional uprising subsequently took a tern for the worst.
Him: Knock knock
Me: Who's there?
Him: Who
Me: Who: who?
Him: Are you an owl?
ΰ² _ΰ²
Mass hootings.
Who's there?
There's an owl at the end of this joke.
There's an owl at the end of this joke who?
Because they're a hoot!
A bird that dont give a hoot.
"Owls who?"
"Yes the last time I checked they do"
from my friends dad at a boy scout camping trip. the monotone delivery and a satisfied grin really put the gravy on it.
They were in co-hoots.
Shopping-
Me: Hey, is gnocchi vegan?
Dad: Of course it is! It's got gno-cheese!
Then a World Market employee four aisles away completely bowled over laughing, literally hooting and hollering. My dad has been strutting around all proud of his joke all day. I don't think I can ever go back there.
... it was a hoot.
Me: βWeβre ten miles from Terre Haute and then another 80 to Indy.β
Dad: βIβve never been to Terre Haute but I bet we could have a Terre Hoot of a good time.β
Bard: I take out my lute and start playing
Druid: I take out my flute and join in
Dm: rolls. Everybody loves it. (Paraphrased. Took much longer)
Me: Hey. Where did you keep the flute? Would you say maybe in the brim of your shoe? Like how some keep a knife in their boot? Please, just go with it
So the lute and the flute from the boot was a hoot
Hoot-ini
He wasn't a pheasant bird, but don't get me wrong he wasn't a fowl bird either. He just kept quiet and didn't seem to give a hoot about anything.
It was a hoot and a half
I heard it was a hoot
>Me: That necklace suits you because you're so wise.
>Wife: It suits me because I'm a hoot!
groans. So good it hurts.
They were Inca Hoots.
My friend proudly told me how he got his daughter with this one.
Me: "You'll get a hoot out of this." hand her the earring
Her: "I was wondering where this went!"
Me: "Well now you have owl of them."
Dad : remember when you were so into owls?
Mum: I was never into owls, that was the theme for The kids room.
Dad : I swear it was owls, all I remember was a solid 2 months of owl this and that.
Mum : ugh whatever, I don't even care.
Dad : you mean you don't give a Hoot...
Eye rolls ensued
Me: "I don't know why the owl socks haven't shipped yet. I ordered the cat socks three weeks ago from the same company, and they shipped in two days. If they don't get here by Christmas, I'll have to ship them down to [Sister's] house in Tennessee, after she's left."
Dad: "Oh, I'm sure she won't give a hoot."
We were walking around the lights section and she ran off, grabbed a light shade with owls on it and said "oh my god I love this one...it's a hoot!!" I think she's a keeper guys.
One can shoot but not hit, while the other one can hoot but not shit.
One can hoot but canβt shit while the other can shoot but canβt hit.
One can shoot but not hit and the other can hoot but not shit.
