As I for one think that we should Seagullize Marijuana
Just a low ha.
...weather permitting
Never mind I’m still working on it
It' glassified.
Under the current guidelines your milkshake is only permitted to bring 9 boys to the yard, max.
The airline only permitted one piece of carrion.
...and the vulture said, "I'm clearly permitted one piece of carrion luggage."
I told him he could have Chesapeake of it.
She was never Permitted.
Son's taking permit test today and while waiting to be called we watched some "interesting" facts they put on the tv screen.
Son points out, hey dad look Nevada's official state rock is Sandstone.
Me: I feel they could have made a boulder choice.
So my parents got their occupancy permit, and my dad said "you should pick up a bottle of champagne on the way so your mother and you can celebrate!" I said "I'll bring a bag of bread, so we can have a toast"
I was complaining about having to buy several permits today and told my girlfriend i was moving to Alaska to get away from "the man". She asked if my new Inuit wife would let her visit, I came up with:
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she can hold it while i put inuit
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we could work out a deal where we get to pay each other a visit on a regular basis like when you win the lottery and get an innuity
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you 2 could share lingerie if you think you could fit inuit
Last week I was flying home from a business trip out of Dallas/Ft. Worth. I'm in line waiting to board and in front of me is a vulture. He's dragging a squirrel carcass behind him in one hand and a dead possum in the other. The line is moving pretty quick until the vulture gets to the ramp and winds up in an argument with the guy scanning tickets. The attendant at the gate says to the vulture, "sir, you are only permitted one piece of carrion."
What's green and lets you do stuff?
Permit the Frog.
I was driving with my permit and my Dad was in the passenger seat. He is notoriously good with directions (and at the time I was unfamiliar with our whereabouts), we are approaching a dead end stop sign (I can only turn left or right). I proceed to ask my dad about 30 yards away from the intersection if it was faster to go left or right (to our destination) he simply replies "yes."
Anytime I bring it up now he just chuckles and changes the subject.
So my dad just got his concealed weapons permit recently so for Christmas my step mom got him a new pistol. Since she didn't want to wrap a handgun, she printed out a flyer from Cabela's and taped it to a stray dumbbell weight to disguise it and wrapped them up in a small box.
When my dad opens the box, without missing a beat he coolly says, "Oh, look! A new pistol with the mandatory waiting period...."
