A small pink triangle
are they called, "Placebo Flamingos"?
Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant.
Dead hun...dead hun...dead hun, dead hun, dead hun, dead hun, dead huuuuunnnn
I said "No. Just pink elephants."
I think I’ll call it the dark side of the spoon.
The phone went 'green! green!', so I pinked it up and said, "Yellow?"
I'm comin' up so you better get this pad-thai started.
It was bignomeial.
Courtesy of my dad.
Dead-ant, dead-ant, dead-ant, dead-ant, dead-aaaannnnt
Dead ant, dead ant. Deadant deadant deadant, dead ant, DEAD AAAANT. Deadant.
Dad da dad ,dadad dadad dadad dadad dadaaaaad,da dada da dad.
Ten amps. Ten amps. Ten amps, ten amps, ten amps, ten amps, ten aaammmps.
To do To do To do To do To do To to to to dooooooo
Denim, Denim, Denim Denim Denim
Three guys walk into a pink hotel, they go threw a pink door, it's the pink reception desk and sign into the pink book. The lady dressed in pink walks them up the pink stairs, down a pink hall then gives them the pink keys to their pink rooms. They all walk into their pink room, put their suitcases down on the pink carpet, then place their clothes in a pink cupboard. They have a bath in their pink shower and dry themselves with the pink towels. They finally go to sleep in the pink beds. They wake in the morning and go downstairs to have breakfast. They have their pink bowls, pink cups and pink cutlery. When they are asked what they want for breakfast one man says he will have weatbix and the other two say they want cornflakes. Once they are finished their food, they pack their suitcases up and leave the pink hotel. The moral of this story is that two out of three people prefer cornflakes...
but it's beaten me, I've hit a wall
Me: of course it is, it just came out of the closet.
I told her I can't tell the difference between Laurie, Grant, and Jackman either.
Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant. Dead aaaaaaaaaaaant.
I told him that is the pigment in the shrimp....
Dead end, dead end, dead end dead end dead end dead end dead eeeeeend.
He orders two pints of lager, a shot of whiskey and a packet of salted cashews. The bartender says, “And how will you be paying for all this?” The Pink-Backed Pelican ruffles his feathers and replies, “Put it on my bill.”
But that's rare.
Butt up - butt up - butt up butt up butt up butt up butt up!
Pink fluff. What’s yellow and fluffy? Yellow fluff. What’s blue and fluffy? Pink fluff holding it’s breath
We’d have a pink car-nation.
But I don't think I need anything at all.
It's called a Neapolitan complex.
We were sitting in a Mexican restaurant and my dad ordered a pink lemonade.
Mom: What makes it pink? Dad: The color.
(An actual joke by my dad)
We's have a pink car nation
To do, to do, to do
To do, to doooo
Whenever girls at the party asked for "a boy or girl", I responded:
"Cool, give me about 9 months and 30 seconds"
Their last hit was the wall.
I was told this mere weeks after Di passed, and I'm notorious for still citing it as my favorite joke.
Wife: Why do you have a lot of pink pants?
Me: I'm the Pink Pantser.
Their biggest hit was the wall.
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