A lot of bouncing back and forth.
A lid.
It wasn’t very challenging. After all, it wasn’t RACKET science.
There was once a boy. He was the son of the richest man in the universe. Mark Zuckerberg, Bill Gates, he dwarfed them all. He was a multi-trillionaire. Now, it was this boy's birthday. His father asked him,
"My son. I am the richest man in the universe. I could buy you anything you want for your birthday. A store full of lego, all the video games in the world, anything. What would you like?"
His son replied.
"Oh father. It would make me the happiest boy in the world if you could get me one pink ping pong ball."
His father was rather confused by this request. Out of all the things he could've chosen, his son chose a ping pong ball. Nonetheless, he agreed and gave him a pink ping pong ball. His son was overjoyed and spoke to him.
"My father, you have made me the happiest boy in the world. May I go up to my room and play with my pink ping pong ball?"
"Okay son, go ahead."
The boy then went up to his room and played with his pink ping pong ball. When his father went in the next morning to check on him, the boy was sleeping in his bed and the pink ping pong ball was nowhere to be found.
On the boy's next birthday, his father asked him again.
"My son. I am the richest man in the universe. I could buy you anything you want for your birthday. What would you like?"
His son replied.
"Oh father. It would make me the happiest boy in the world if you could get me one box full of pink ping pong balls."
His father was again, confused by this. Still, he bought a cardboard box and filled it with ping pong balls. He gave it to his son, who said.
"My father, you have made me the happiest boy in the world. May I go up to my room and play with my pink ping pong balls?"
The father nodded, and the son went up to his room to play. The next morning when his father went to check, the boy was sleeping peacefully and there were no pink ping pong balls in sight. Just the empty cardboard box in the middle of the room.
On the boy's next birthday, his father asked him again.
"My son. I am the richest man in the universe. I could buy you anything you want for your birthday. What would you like?"
"Oh father. It would make me the happiest boy in the world if you could get me one truck full of ping pong balls."
Now, by this point, the father was extremely confused. Why did the boy want so many pink ping pong balls and where were they going? He asked.
"My son. You are the most precious thing in the world to me and I can certainly get you this, but may I ask, why do you want
... keep reading on reddit ➡...and my 13 year old sister has a couple friends over, one of them asks him "so, did your thingy come yet?"
Cue Dad - "Yeah! He's been playing with it all afternoon, too!"
Instant eruption of 13 year old laughter.
Dads, corrupting young minds since 2013.
Sounds like a big racket to me.
And then it hit me
Walk him and pitch to the elephant.
For starters, peanuts wouldn't have been named peanuts
Tastycles
Me: "It's just looking round"
Because not many mice can dance.
The Referee said it was a Fowl.
It was the fall of the roamin' umpire.
She was told to give them all one test tickle
Then it hit me.
I've since been banned from the swimming club.
The ball was dropped at the ball drop.
Walk him, then pitch to the rhino. He’s a sucker for a curveball.
E.T. (extra testicle.)
Light blue.
She replied “the ball is round daddy” (with a straight face) So I tell her “no, what I mean is, get mad! I want you to hit the ball really hard like if you were mad at it!”
She grabs the ball, stares right at it and says “I’M REALLY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, BALL!” Then throws it right back at me.
Proud dad moment.
Love means nothing to them
I don't think anyone is shocked.
(Source: https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/capitol-riot-taser-death)
She said, “Quit trying to make ‘fetch’ happen.”
“oon”.
It was a super bowl!
Had it over a year now. Has served me well.
Would it kill the avocado makers to put in a decoder ring or a tin soldier every once in a while?
Well, it was his birthday and he looks good in a dinner suit.
But will she leave me ?
Find out next week.
He certainly has plenty of experience
DO NOT carry them in your back pocket.
Now they’re under a buck.
I mist it.
Apparently, that's not allowed in bowling. I know that now.
then it hit me
Then it hit me.
You walk him, and pitch to the rhino
And then it hit me.
Then it hit me
