If they go off it could spell disaster
Dad: “Well I’m no legal expert, but I suspect there’d be some trees in there.”
Because the corn was a stalker.
The frame was remarkable
They were in four mints.
I’m not a huge fan of the bark
I quickly replied, if it happens, you can say Hosta la vista, baby.
That got me a round of slow clapping from the whole family.
It cuts itself.
A brothel sprout 🙄
It wasn’t very poplar.
Not quite as tragic, but it manifested into something which has haunted me at my job for years.
When I was a little kid learning about the world around me, my dad was naturally the font of all knowledge for me, He would answer all of little snippersmith's questions with his own unique insights and anecdotes teaching me of my surroundings with varying degrees of accuracy.
One day In a picture book, I encountered a photo of one of natures most bizarre creatures, the mighty duck billed platypus. Filled with curiosity of this bizarre creature and an Inability to read a young snippersmith asked his father what this creature was called, To which his father replied,
That's a Quackopotamous.....
As is a highly likely situation in day to day life the Platypus (or indeed the Quackopotamous), did not come into conversation for another 17 years, Until of course the Platypus came into conversation around the lunch table at a now grown up snippersmith's full time place of work.
I have not been allowed to forget I thought the Platypus was called a Quackopotamous, Indeed I am reminded on a daily basis by my colleagues, by my nickname Quackopotamous .
Thanks Dad.
EDIT 1: Holy Cow this took off! Gold! thank you so much.
I hope she accepts my apolotrees.
It’s amazing how fast my little treenagers have grown!
Now I have something to give me a hand around the house.
It turned out to be a real slope oak.
As a result, I couldn't see DeForest through the trees
Now they're playing ketchup.
It sprung a leek.
But then it grew on me
He responded with "I guess that tree will have more bark than usual".
So I leaned in real close to it and whispered, "You're doing good, little guy. I believe in you."
My cousin walked up on my front porch. Walked up by the door. Then turned around and walked away.
My little brother: What if they planted a bomb? Dad: It wouldn't grow. This was followed with 10 minutes of nonstop laughter. Just from him and my mother.
