A list of puns related to "How 'bout You"
It was just a brief discussion.
Now my thoughts are with his family.
Because I'm the "1" you're missing.
Well...it was more like this...
Me: "Can one of y'all bring me some chips?"
Eli: "Here's some Tostitos..."
Me: "Not those...they require additions to make them taste, so...unless you wanna get me salsa or queso..."
Eli disappears and comes back giggling: "How 'bout NOT-tostitos?" (Holding a bag of generic Tostitos.")
Me, laughing: "No thanks."
Leah showing up: "How 'bout MEGA-tostitos?" Holding out taco shells..."
Me laughing openly: "No thanks...smart ass."
Eli showing back up, still giggling: "How bought RAW-tostitos?" (Holding out tortillas)
Me, laughing harder: "Uh...no"
Eli: "Maybe the Asian version?" (Whipping out rice paper wraps from behind his back)
Me, laughing even more: "Go away."
Eli, appearing again: "How about make-it-yourself-chips?" (Plopping a bag of potatoes in my lap)
I have raised my kids well. My poor wife gets no break.
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
... keep reading on reddit ➡Driving with Dad listening to some pop music station. Meghan Trainor comes on the radio.
Dad: "Hey did you know that Muslims love Meghan Trainor?"
Me: How do you know that?
Dad: "I just heard they're Allah bout that bass."
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