I'm no expert, but that seems like a whiskey investment to me.
I’ve always wanted to meet Jack/Nichole’s son!
It's his surprise witness.
Believe me...Jacket
"What? I'm just shredding the cheese!" I told the family. Surprisingly, this one got laughs.
...It was Kief or Southernland
Briehab.
I thought Harry would be a good name for our son, but my wife doesn't agree.
Chess Nuts boasting in an open foyer
My wife knows me too well! She was just preparing for our party tonight, and called to me and said, " would you please cut the..." I realized immediately what she wanted, and encouraged her to finish her question. After a minute of that encouragement, she finally finished with "pepper jack?"
My Christmas was ruined! She stole the gift right out from under my nose!
Because frost bites.
About halfway.
A guy walks into a bar and orders a beer. "What's new with you?" the bartender asks. "Well I just opened a new casino for dogs. They can play poker, black jack, roulette... almost all the games," the guy says. "They have to go outside for craps, though."
He got caught trying to JACK O LANTERN!
And just so I don’t spam
BONUS JOKE!!!
What did the witch say when she heard her daughter was getting married?
I always SCRY AT WEDDINGS!
Just a huge jacked man
A warning to be careful about drink driving as we are getting close to Christmas and the police are out there checking on people. Tonight, I was at a friend's house for a few drinks. One thing lead to another and I had a few too many Jack Daniels and then went onto the Bailey's. Not a good idea. Knowing I was over the limit, I decided to leave my car at my friend's house, and took the bus home. Sure enough, I passed a police checkpoint at the top of the road where they were pulling over cars and performing breathalyser tests. Because I was on the bus, they just waved it past. I arrived home safely and without incident, which was a real surprise as I've never driven a bus before and I’m not even sure where I got it from...
Don't be blue, this will be over soon. I don't typically share my political views online, but I am very PROvolone. I think every manchego has a right to choose. Some people may think I am a muenster for this. I am not just some liberal Monterey Jack. If you Havarti another point of view, it's a gouda idea to share it too.
There was, for instance, the time he conducted a crew of new S.A.R.H. (Society for the Aesthetic Rearrangement of History -BJ) recruits – all from late twentieth-century Terra – on a training study of Carter’s World, a newly established agricultural colony attempting to support itself by the export of edible nuts. Barely into their second generation, and having yet to show a profit, the colonists were technologically backward. Nevertheless, they showed a surprising ingenuity in the use of their few advantages. It was this resourcefulness that Feghoot was demonstrating to his rookies.
“Look at the perfection with which these streets are graded”, exclaimed one student. “Earth-moving machinery on this scale is strictly high technology stuff. How can they do it?”
“A new alleyway is being constructed, nearby”, said Feghoot. “Let us walk that way while I explain.” As they strolled, he told his students that countless centuries before, the Carter’s World system had been inhabited by a now-vanished race of giants. This very planet had served them for a nursery, and among the many artifacts they had left were thousands of childrens blocks, immense and precision-cut. You simply jack one up onto logs, bring it where you want it, put collapsible jacks underneath, snake out the logs, spread soil more or less evenly beneath, and collapse the jacks.
“I see”, said the student. “It’s not graded road at all; its a simple hammered-earth base.”
“That’s right,” Feghoot went on smoothly. “You just hit the road jack and don’t come back no mo.”
His students registered dismay and anguish.
“Isn’t that right, old-timer?,” Feghoot demanded of an ancient Carterian standing by the mouth of the newly completed alley they had just reached.
“Ahm afraid not, suh”, said the senior citizen, and the students giggled at Feghoots discomfiture. “Oh, we used to do it that way, but it was far too much trouble. It’s the soil heah. You see, the very same soil which produced our famous cashews is so high in clay content that a child could roll out a road of it. Then, we simply use a system of lenses to bake it into hardness. Ahve just completed this alley mahself, and ahm just a retired professor of Sports History, much too old and feeble to handle hydraulic jacks.
“So you see,” he finished, eyes twinkling, “Mah hammered alley is really cashews clay.”
Howls of agony rose from the students, but Feghoot never hesitated. “And he”, he said, turning to his students, “is clearly the gradi
... keep reading on reddit ➡They're in a car in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly, the car starts making noise and stops completely.
The electrician quickly says: it must be the spark plugs! I will take a look and change them.
The mecanician responds : no it's the transmission! I gotta jack the car and make sure the clutch is ok.
The informatician confidently asks: what if we just get out of the car and come right back in?
Introducing uncle jokes! Anything about an uncle, having a joke.
For example, capitilization is the difference between helping your Uncle Jack off a horse and helping your uncle jack off a horse.
This is not official but i wanted to see what r/dadjokes would make of it, if you have any uncle jokes, please comment them and maybe post them on this sub.
Edit: just realized theres a real sub fro this but this is r/dadjokes version of it i guess.
That's not my real name, I just wanted to make Pat say Jack.
This is the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, after the story ends. After chopping down the beanstalk, Jack realizes that he’s actually pretty damn good with an axe, and casual vegetative vandalism really struck his fancy, so he began chopping down other trees for a living. He became a traveling woodsman, and he enjoyed many years of his simple life of manual labor.
One day, as he chops wood, he hears screams from a nearby cottage. Hurriedly breaking in (because recall: jack has no problem with entering houses uninvited), he sees a cross dressing lycanthrope attempting to devour a little girl dressed all in red and her little grandmother too. Wielding his trusty axe, Jack murdered yet another fantasy creature, and safely led Little Red all the way back home. Answering the door was a beautiful woman of around his age. After sending Little Red to bed, the two of them talked for hours.
One thing led to another, and a year later they were married with a child on the way. They had a beautiful little boy named Jack Junior who followed in his father’s steps to become a woodsman. This was fortunate, because as Junior grew up, Jack was feeling the pain of his previous adventures. An old back injury from jumping from the beanstalk was haunting him, and over time his posture grew more and more hunched. He had a tough time working, but at least Junior was becoming a strapping young man.
One day, Jack and Junior took the long road to the grandmothers place to bring her a meal, just like that fateful trio Red took so many years ago. When they arrived, the grandmother greeted them cheerily, welcoming them in and making conversation. “Oh Junior,” she said, “you’ve grown into such a handsome and strong young man. It’s so kind of you to handle all the work so your poor father, with his bad back and all, doesn’t have to. Why don’t you have a girlfriend yet?” Junior hesitated. “Well Grandma,” he replied. “It’s because... I’m gay”. The close-minded, set-in-her-ways grandma’s expression became stormy. She pulled poor hunched-over Jack into adjacent room, and whispered angrily: “Jack, your life is a mess! Your posture is terrible and your son isn’t giving me any grandsons!” Jack replied: “Ma, we’re happy, you can’t just-“ But she interrupted. “No excuses!” She snapped. “You need to straighten your lumbar, Jack!”
She's got an iPhone 6S and wanted a case, so I let her know she could also try and iPhone 7 case, but it covers the headphone jack.
Wife: I really like this one
Me: Now are you really okay with it covering the headphone jack?
Wife: oh this one doesn't, it's open at the bottom
Me: Huh. So it's on a case by case basis?
Let's just say I got my daily recommended value of eye roll.
"Why is the ghost ship always lost? Because it has a skeleton crew!"
"How do you repair a broken jack-o-lantern? A pumpkin patch!"
"What do gay cows eat? HHAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
I didn't knoe what to say and he just left.
Our party had just been attacked by an unknown assailant.
DM: Roll a spot check
Me: 12
DM: You see jack shit
Me: Okay, I yell, "Jack, this is not the time for that, we are being attacked!"
For some time many of us have wondered, just who is Jack Schitt?
We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!'
Well, thanks to my personal genealogy research efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt.
Awe Schitt was married to O. Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, and owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout.
After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt-Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition who was nick-named Chicken Schitt.
Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony.
The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials.
The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.
Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world.
He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct them.
Sincerely,
Crock O. Schitt
My girlfriend is at the beach with her family this week and we've been texting like we always have. She interupts whatever the conversation is to say, "Hey, we're going to dinner in a bit so I might stop replying." I asked her where she was eating and she said "Tacky Jack's", which I had never heard of. She then explained, "It's a good place to get beach food." And I quickly replied, "Do they have any good sand-wiches?"
She didn't reply after that. Hopefully just because she's eating.
I recently joined a CSF - a community supported fishery. Once a week, I'll pick up a filet of freshly-caught salmon, a bag of shellfish, or other such delights from the Pacific Ocean and bring it home to my darling wife and children to much joy (or anguish, depending on who you're asking.)
You get to choose your pick-up spot, and I chose a location close to my office, so I could swing by on the way home; it's a nautical-themed bar, appropriate for such a business transaction. "Go to the bartender and ask for the fish", say the instructions; so I did, and he handed me the catch of the day. Gleaming white filets, glorious they were. Then I met a friend of mine, and after chatting for a little while, I went home.
"Jack," says my wife, "what took you so long? You should have been home an hour ago!"
"Sorry," I said. "I stopped by the bar, just for the halibut."
Me: What's his name?
Her: His name is Jackson, I chose it because his dads name is Jack.
I just walk off laughing, It was great.
I was asked to help chauffeur a carload of youth around town for a Christmas caroling activity last night. One of the names on the list was Jack, who lost his wife earlier this year. Jack is in his early 90's, stands about 5'2, and is quite possibly the king of all dad jokes.
So, the group of about 25 kids and 5 adults sneak up to his doorstep and begin singing a few short Christmas carols. Eventually, he opens the door and is thrilled to have visitors.
After we are finished singing and the kids are all running back to the vehicles to get out of the 15 degree weather, jack steps out of his doorway and on to his porch. He is wearing a light t-shirt and pajama pants... he was setting us up, and we took the bait, hook, line, and sinker.
Woman: Are you freezing?
Jack: No, I'm not freezing, I'm Jack (pause for laughter)
Jack: but if you hang on for just a minute, I can get freezing for you.
and then he just stood there smiling at us. It was precious. Come to find out, Jack is entering a retirement home in a few days because he is getting to the point that it is hard to take care of himself anymore.
Oh boy, those nurses are in for a treat once Jack gets settled in.
So this just happened...
Company owner: So, my buddy who is a pastor told me that the other day when he mowed his lawn he saw his gay neighbor standing outside jacking off into his (neighbor's) pool.
Me: That's ok, they're semen!
Roommate 1: so what's your tumblr URL? Roommate 2, just entering conversation: URL? Me: No, I R Jack.
Our family was out eating at an Italian restaurant. My brothers glasses started fogging up which happens.
Mom: If you want we can always get you contacts.
Brother: No, I don't need them, it's just when my glasses fog up I can't see jack.
Dad: don't worry I'll help you find him "Jack you around?"
This happened in public... People saw. Then whenever people would walk by he would look at my brother and ask if it was Jack.
Coworker comes in holding an ethernet cord and asks if we have a jack in this office.
"Nope. It's just me, Andrew, and Jet."
...It was Kief or Southernland.
