A list of puns related to "Lumberjacks"
The lumberjack stepped back and said, "really? well, you'll die a log."
He has a lot of axe-idents.
When I asked how he managed to keep count,
He replied, "I keep a log"
Because he can't live without his ex
Tiiiiiimbeeeeer-ton
He forgot his chopping list.
A lumberjack went to a magic Forrest to cut down some trees for wood. He comes up to the first tree he sees and starts to chop it down. Suddenly the tree cries out βWait! Donβt cut me down! Iβm a magical talking tree!β The lumberjack replies βYou may be a magic tree but you will dialogue!β
βHow do ya know exactly how many?β I inquired
Lumberjack: βEasy. I keep a log.β
He took his axe and saw.
Edit: spelling.
He is now her axe-husband.
They would hatchet.
Well plaid
The lumberjack smiles. "And you will dialogue."
Every once in a while, these guys come out of the woodwork.
With a chinsaw.
Cause i use axe.
He was pissed that he couldnβt log-in
Axe-cident prone.
You will dialogue
The lumberjack looked up at the tree and paused saying "well, you may be a talking tree, but I'll see that you die a log!"
Suddenly the tree spoke βWAIT! Donβt chop me down, Iβm a talking tree!β
The lumberjack chuckled darkly and simply stated βAnd now you will dialogueβ
The lumberjack grinned and said: βAnd you will dialogue.β
The other replied, βTiiiiimmmber!β
They saw things differently
START TALKING, OR IβLL MAKE YOU DIALOGUE!
Cindy Logger
He was the real Boston Lager
βIβm stumped!β
when he started swinging, the tree shouted, 'wait, wait! i'm a talking tree!' the lumberjack smiled and told him, 'and you will dialogue.'
He had an ax to grind.
After a few days of doing this, he realizes he is simply not fit for this type of job. On his final day of trying to chop down trees, he notices an old scrawny man chopping down trees as if he was a woodpecker, the amount of hits he made grew more and more each swing. The first swing was one hit, the next, ten hits, the next one, a hundred hits, and the next one after that, a thousand. He kept swinging until the tree he was swinging at was chopped down. Amazed, the young man walks over to the old man and asks, "Sir, what is your secret, how do you chop them down so quickly?"
The old man turns and says, "It's all about the rhythm." Puzzled by the old man's answer, the young man returned home pondering what he said.
The next morning, he was motivated to keep trying to be a lumberjack. "If an old scrawny man can do it, so can I!" he thought.
So he went back to the forest, and tried to use his advice. Trying to time each swing, he realizes this simply doesn't work. Later in the day, he sees the old man again, comes up to him, and asks, "I tried to time my swings, but it does no more than just chopping normally. How do you do it?"
"You can't just make up any old rhythm and follow it, you have to find a very specific one," he says, "you have to find the Logger-rhythm."
He came, he saw, he conquered.
With an X.
but my employer gave me the axe.
Wooden U ?
(This post made me think of it.)
Limber!
He especially liked logging in.
The lumberjack then said: "And you will dialogue."
I know because every time I cut one, I keep a log.
The lumberjack grinned, βAnd you will dialogue!"
The lumberjack responded, βAnd you will dialogue.β
The lumberjack smiles. "And you will dialogue."
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