Raising Dad Puns

Dad: "look for the pecker"

Last weekend, a group of friends, my girlfriend, and I were waiting in line for a concert in the city. While we were standing around, my girlfriend excitedly started pointing at a hotel a few blocks away.

"Look at the top of that building! I think that's an indoor pool on the top floor!"

Because it was hard to tell and we were bored in line, a debate started about whether it not it was actually a pool, until I stated that it was obviously a bar.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because nice hotels like to set the bar high."

I've never been prouder to make a group of people groan.

Driving into our neighborhood, windows open, start smelling skunk.

Me: Ugh, why is there skunk smell so far into the city?

Her: Maybe someone was keeping one as a pet, and it... Backfired!

Me: proud groan

My cousin just asked if he could borrow $20 to buy a box of diapers and he would give it back to her next week.

She says, "I have the money but what am I going to do with a box of diapers?"

They always wanted a father figure.

I feel betrayed.

She said she'll give half to her school and keep a quarter for herself.

[and posted a picture of him and his bike on a rest day.] (https://i.imgur.com/IapqomG.png)

Edit: Whoa this is getting popular. I live on the other side of the world, and am about to go to bed, but I am just going to put his [donation page] (http://ccf.convio.net/site/TR?px=3433802&fr_id=1580&pg=personal) at the top of the post if anyone is interested. It is no big deal, but if someone is looking, I thought I'd put it at the top. Either way, you all are going to make his day when I show him how many people appreciated his joke. I just hope this doesn't mean that I have to laugh at all of them from now on...

> In a group text with my parents and siblings

Me: Ok all, weekly joke: What is the highest form of flattery?

...

Dad: A plateau?

Me: That's correct! Great job dad :).

[The joke was supposed to end here]

Mom: I don't get it..

Dad: Well then you must be in a canyon because it's over your head!

All: LOL!!

No I think snickers is much better.

Friends and I are playing Mario Kart 64. Friends' dad comes in.
"Who wants icecream??"
All of us "Me me I do!"
"What flavors do you want?"
"Cookie dough!"
"Rock Road!"
"Strawberry!"
"Ok, I was just wondering."

He had a cow over his cow not having a cow.

Back and forth between me and pops: http://imgur.com/j3Ga22p

I said my goodnights but in return I got "Are you a broom?" "I'm sorry, what?" "You look sweepy"

And my 10 year old son, completely deadpan, tells me

‘Dad, I knew that story wasn’t real because you don’t have any friends’

👻👻💀💀☠️☠️ It took me a solid 5 minutes to stop laughing.

I have achieved Dad level 10 at raising my kids

Mom's friend rings the doorbell. Mom answers the door, "Hi Deb, good to see you. We missed you!"

Dad and I, on opposite sides of the room, look up in unison: "With every shot so far!"

The pride on his face was priceless.

Son: what did the fig say to the table?

Me: I don't know, what did the fig say to the table?

Son, angry voice: Hey! I'm asking the questions here. You FIG-ure it out.

Edit: thanks for the silver, I'll tell the boy in the morning!

Edit 2: explained to my son about the up votes and awards. When he heard that someone spent real money to congratulate him for the joke, he said he bets it was his grandparents. He's excited y'all enjoyed it.

Today

My wife: My arm hurts from a shot today.

Me: Oh yeah what for?

My Wife: B12, my levels were low.

Me: What is it now, B14 or B15?

My Wife: shakes head

Me: Maybe B20 or 30?

I was looking at one of the damaged soldiers, which had only one hand. I said to my dad 'Look, he's 'armless'. My dad, without hesitation, pointed to a group of soldiers which were complete only up to the neck and he said 'those ones just laughed their heads off at that joke'

Paranormal entitties.

For context: we have a vegetable garden and a dog named Max

During dinner, my mom remarked how her stir fry was made almost entirely out of vegetables from our garden except the eggs, to which my dad said “well then we’ll just have to raise some chickens.”

I reply, “well what about Max?”, implying that he might attack the chickens.

And without hesitation my dad replies, “well he can’t lay eggs”

I guess we are raised differently.

Raise my hand.

(Celebrating my first Father’s Day as a dad with my first post in this sub!)

Me, eyebrow raised: “And why is that sweetheart?”

Her: “Because mine has a crack in it!”

I actually laughed. I don’t really know where she heard the joke or if she even knows why it’s funny, but it’s a good start to the day.

Proud dad moment.

"You avoid 'meet' whenever possible".

Clearly I've raised her well.

Nurse walks past my bed, trying to find someone else. She looks at me and asks, "Kane?" I replied, no thanks.. I already have my crutches.

... I'll raise you

PS: Happy Mother's Day.... Hi Pregnant, I'm Dad!

Today I was dad-joked by my 2 year old daughter. In our usual half conversation /half Monologue I said 'I'm freezing' and she replied 'hi freezing'. I'm raising such a dry witted little butt bag.

-Dad, who raised Bruce Lee?

-Well, son, apparently...

So, in true dad spirit, I asked my daughter if she'd heard about the man raised by horses.

After I delivered the "difficult childhood, but a stable environment" punchline, she groaned and said, "I thought you were going to say he was your neigh-bour."

She learns fast.

So once upon a time, there was a planet shaped like a cheerio. A small moon made of milk or tied the planet, going through the center of the donut shaped world. On this planet, lived an interesting species. They acted and lived similarly to us humans? But looked just like large Cheerios (with footings hands and feet like miis) Within this society there were levels of Cheerios: original, honey nut, and finally frosted. The originals were the backbone of the economy, doing the herd labor while the honey nuts ran the businesses and the frosted Cheerios (the top of the top) led the world. Our story today focuses on a single Cheerio. Born into an original Cheerio family, this lad learned the hard way how to work. From a young age, he was forced to get a job in the local milk refinery, where his dad worked. He grew up, and soon had a family of his own. His wife, son, and daughter all worked hard, but were happy. One day walking home from school, the kids found a runaway honey nut Cheerio pup, and decided to keep him. It wasn’t much, but it inspired our little Cheerio friend here. One day, he got fed up with taking orders, and demanded a raise. His entire family has worked in this one factory for three generations, and he wanted to move up in the world, not just for him but also his kids. His old boss however, did not have the power to promote this Cheerio, and he was forced to make a life changing decision: he would go to the refinery company and use every penny in the family savings account (under the bed) to try and get a higher position. After waiting on line for over a week, his appoint was finally here. After bickering and bargaining for hours, the refinery company boss saw a spark in this lad’s eye. He agreed to give this Cheerio a promotion to the honored honey nut glaze in exchange for everything this man owned, including the family’s prized honey nut dog. Was it worth it? Well pretty soon he owned his own milk refinery and was able to breed his own honey nut dogs, so yes, yes it was. Owning and operating the refinery went smoothly. Milk was transported from the moon to the planet using space busses, and the milk itself was funneled down to the refineries using large straws. After the milk was ready to drink, it was shipped off to be sold. He was happy working here, but eventually he realized it wasn’t enough. This Cheerio, once a simple original Cheerio wanted to follow the “American dream” and do the best he could. He wanted to become a frosted Ch

" ... now, if everybody could raise their glasses ..."

Mom: "I don't have a glass, but I have a bottle"

Dad: takes glasses off, raises in air

Everybody at table: Facepalms

Long ago there was an ancient alien civilization called the Capri. The Capri weren’t humanoid creatures in fact they most resembled a juice pouch. Their planet was under attack and so out of desperation two Capri sent their alien child to earth. After a long ride the baby landed on earth. The Capri was soon found be two loving parents and was raised like a regular child. After his first day at school he came home and said to his dad “Dad, why am I not like the other kids”. The dad looked at him and said “because you’re a Capri, son”

If I go out to eat with my dad and we have any leftovers, I know every time what's going to happen.

Waiter/Waitress: "You want a box for that?" (Sounds like "You wanna box for that?")

Dad: Raises fists into traditional boxing pose "I think I can take you."

Dad: Well your Mum won’t raise an eyebrow.

Im a parent! - New dad first post (Son born 5:31am Sat, Sun raised 6:08am)

My dad is really proud of this one. It's the only joke he's ever told that's been funny enough to make somebody laugh so hard that they spit out of their nose. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for this joke, so let me give you some context first:

He's been in a motorcycle accident (hit and run by an illegal immigrant), and had to have most of his vertebrae fused. They use titanium rods to hold your back from bending, so as you can imagine its kind of a major operation. His doctor prescribed a year (or longer if needed) of massage therapy, which he was thankful for. Twice a week he went in to a small clinic for a few hours at a time, and usually had the same masseuse. Let's call her Marge.

After four months of therapy they of course got to know each other very well. He was always faithful to my mother, but he was good friends with Marge. Their conversations range all the way from baseball to differentials, and everything stays platonic.

Here's where the story begins:

During a massage, they are having an energetic conversation, the time comes where he turns onto his back so that she can get to his knee ligaments (chainsawed his kneecap a few years prior, doc said may as well get there too). She goes at it like normal, and the conversation continues. Now here comes the part that made my dad wait to tell me this until recently: The "stimulation" in his knee for some reason, on that day out of all others, triggered a reflexive erection. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

The conversation goes quiet. Marge notices, but doesn't say a word. She remains professional. She continues working. My dad is more embarrassed than he's ever been. Several minutes of silence pass, and my dad cant take it anymore.

"Marge," he says, "I think we need to talk about the elephant in the room."

He raises his head to look down the table at her. He glances at it, then back to her. With a slight shake of his head he says:

"Wait nevermind, it's only his trunk"

Dad: Just Roll with it.

Kid: Hah. That’s some d-Rye humour!

Dad: What have I Raised...

Kid: The Yeast favourite kid on Reddit.

I was just randomly visiting my dad. He woke up when i was there. He opens his eyes, he's in agony and uses, what looks like all his strength to raise his finger pulse oximeter and says "E.T phone..... your mother"

I just remembered this. It was 20 years ago and I'm happy to say he is still telling terrible jokes to this day

I was in the kitchen eating cereal and my dad comes in just wearing a towel and he goes "Hiiyyaahhh!" While raising his one leg and says, "How do you like those nuts?" I'm still traumatised

Here it is

Thanks /u/TomBaiRaise for the insperation

... it was a pretty stone, well rounded and a smooth surface.

Dad: "This is a very special stone, you should give it to your girlfriend."

Me: "Um... OK, sure."

Dad: "Do you know what kind of stone this is?"

Me: "A river stone? No, not really..."

Dad: "They call it a 'Sex Stone'."

Me: Raises eyebrow "Oh?"

Dad: "Do you know why they call it that?"

Me: "Why?"

Dad: "Because it's just another fucking rock."

ಠ_ಠ

Well, I still have it on my bookshelf, and she's now my wife, so sure.

I was getting my hair cut today and told her how I started blacksmithing this summer and made my own forge.

Barber: "Oh that's really cool!"

Me: "Actually, it's really hot!"

Barber audibly groans.

Thanks for raising me right Dad!

In history class, talking about economic impact and prices of goods.

Student: "I hear they're thinking about raising milk prices to around 7 dollars or something!"

Teacher: "That would be utterly disgusting."

Only a slow clap from a couple kids while he wore a beaming smile, proud of his daily dad joke.

I grew up in Vermont. Around my town were plenty of dairy farms, inviting the always wonderful manure aroma. An aroma that nearly forced my father to inhale deeply through his nose, saying, "Ah, fresh Vermont air!"

That's an excellent Dad one liner, as are most dad jokes, but he had another great one that I'm getting to.

You see, the hay bails we saw growing up in Vermont were mostly the cube variety. Hay bailing technology at the time created cubes of hay, so that's what dotted the fields they'd graze in.

As we grew older, we starting noticing the now more common round bails of hay. Dad was not pleased.

I asked him what the problem was or, at least, what his problem was with the round bails. The best jokes are set up when you ask for them.

So, he tells me. New farming technology allowed the round bails to be created more efficiently. They used less fuel in the bailers, took less passes on the field to gather the hay. They used less twine, and even though they didn't fill a truck as well as square bails, there was still a net monetary gain from the efficiency gained elsewhere.

However, studies were done on the bails. The cows approached them differently due to the different alignment of surface area. The way the rain hit the bails and rolled off as opposed to soaking in leached nutrients out of the hay. Some cows even mistook the shape of bail for another animal, and approached them so nervously that their heart rates were known to raise significantly; such a rate that a tinge of acidity could be tasted by those in the know in their milk.

What all of this amounted to... is that with the new round bails of hay, the cows just weren't getting a good square meal.

Mom: "We'd better toast the almonds now."

Dad: *raises imaginary glass* "Here's to the almonds!"

My dad just discovered the news piece about the guy who raised $50k for potato salad. Since there is clearly money to be made, he suggests that the family should get in on it.

Mom: "But what could we sell? You have to sell something or be making a movie."

Dad: "I was thinking electrical motorcycle starters"

Mom: "........what?"

Dad: "You know, so they don't have to use kick-starters anymore"

As a chronic dad-joker, I'm always on the lookout for opportunities.

Today, while getting groceries, I saw a cheerful fellow chatting it up with two women.

In passing, I commented on the group's clear enjoyment of each other's company, when he suddenly declared, "I just found out these two ladies run the hottest nightclub in town!"

I raised my eyebrows and said, "Really? Maybe they should...install some air conditioning."

I saw myself out. (Of the shopping aisle. Immediately.)

We were making some burgers on the grill and after they were done the coals still had some life left. I asked my dad, "If you want we could toast the buns." He replied, "Of course! To the buns!" raising his glass in the air.