I heard there was something going around.
Thanks, but I was looking for a treatment, not a compliment.
I hate living next to Farmer Geddon.
Careful though, the steaks are high
He yells: "What the hell are you doing, Some_Dumb_Dude?!"
I say: "What's with the tone? You have to use Kindle to make a fire, Right?
'Ba dum tss'
He just sighs. "I hate you."
I bless the reins down in Africa...
He's 3 streets across and 2 down.
My wife flashed before my eyes.
I want to see the fresh prints of Bellaire.
He said it was 'ledge and dairy.'
I'm getting real sick of this Corvid pandemic.
Remains to be seen
People are just dying to get in
They must have destroyed my old factory senses.
Because there is no plate like chrome for the hollandaise.
Due to their fowl language
Me: why
My dad: they're shady
I'm cloisterphobic
I think I’ll call it “Mr. Holland’s Opus”
The horse looks at the bartender and says "Hey"
They’re bay bees.
If you buy two packs, they'll throw in a pack of dead ones, free of charge.
....working around the clock?
Just needed two more people
I can’t C sharp, but I am the dad of A minor, That boy is nothing but treble.
If they lived by the bay, they'd be baygulls
When I asked if they have riding lessons they said neigh.
Personally, I think it’s nuts.
She wasn’t unusual, nor was the travel bag she carried, except for one thing. She would approach people who were sitting on the beach, glance around, then speak to them.
Generally, the people would respond negatively and she would wander off, but occasionally someone would nod and there would be a quick exchange of money for something she carried in her bag.
The couple assumed she was selling drugs and debated calling the cops, but since they didn’t know for sure they just continued to watch her.
After a couple of weeks the wife asked, “Honey, have you ever noticed that she only goes up to people with boom boxes and other electronic devices?”
He hadn’t and said so. Then she said, “Tomorrow I want you to get a towel and our big radio and go lie out on the beach. Then we can find out what she’s really doing.”
Well, the plan went off without a hitch, and the wife was almost hopping up and down with anticipation when she saw the girl talk to her husband and then leave. The man walked up the beach and met his wife at the road. “Well, is she selling drugs?” she asked excitedly.”
“No, she’s not.” he said, enjoying this probably more than he should have.
“Well, what is it, then?” his wife fairly shrieked.
The man grinned and said. “Her name is Sally and she’s selling batteries.”
“Batteries?” cried the wife.
“Yes,” he replied. “She sells C cells by the Seashore.”
Now that's what I call structural integrity
He really fell into his work.
"Don't worry buddy, it just mist me."
He couldn’t see a porpoise ahead of him.
She asked: "Which paddle should I take? The short wooden one, the long metal one?
I replied: "Doesn't matter, its either-oar situation"
I saw my wife flash before my eyes.
My wife flashed before my eyes.
