No bed of roses
A woman gets on the bus with her baby, and the driver says:
"Jesus wept lass, that's the ugliest baby I've ever seen!"
Understandably, she's very upset. But she goes and sits down toward the back next to a nice old lady.
The old lady next to her leans in as she sits down, she heard the whole thing, and she says to her:
"I wouldn't take that if I were you petal... If I were you, I'd go back up there and rip him a new one!... Go on love... ... I'll hold your monkey"
Girl 1 turned to her mother and said...
Girl 1: Mommy, why is my name Lily?
Mom: Because when we took you out of the Hospital, a Lily petal fell on your head.
The second Daughter, now curious, asks the same question...
Girl 2: Why is my name Rose?
Mom: When we took you out of the Hospital, a rose petal landed onto your head
This is when the 3rd daughter pipes up and says...
Girl 3: AAAARRRGHFFFFJJJFSSSLLLHHH
Mom: Shhhhhhh, quiet down now Cinder Block
They'd always put the petal to the metal.
"Because when you were born, a lily landed on your head; so we called you Lily."
"Dad, why am I called Rose?"
"Because when you were born, a rose petal landed on your head; so we called you Rose."
"Shut up, Refrigerator."
In heaven the Elephants are in charge of remembering everything, the monkeys are in charge of giving hugs, the hippos are in charge of retrieving things that have fallen in water, the mice are in charge of dancing on the petals of flowers, the cats are in charge of landing on their feet when they fall out of a tree and porcupines are in charge of keeping the monkeys away from the bananas. 😃 In Hell the Hippos are in charge of dancing on the flowers, the elephants are in charge of landing on their feet when they fall out of a tree, the cats are in charge of retrieving things that have fallen in water, monkeys are in charge of remembering everything, the mice are in charge of keeping the monkeys away from the bananas and the porcupines are in charge of giving hugs. 😫
Driving with my dad and as we pull up to a red light the overgrown plants on the side of the road rub up against the car.
Dad: "$5 if you can name that plant." Me: "I don't know" Dad: "Lilly of the Nile. You know what that they call that sound of them hitting the car?" Me: "No. What's that?" Dad: "Petal to the metal."