Replacing Dad Puns

Tomorrow we will be adopting a new kitten, and I am hoping to find the most appropriate name that is fun and punny and appropriately a dad joke. Give me your best (or worst) ideas!

For context, it’s a longhaired gray female kitten that’s about a year old. She’s replacing our 17 year old cat we put down today after a short illness.

EDIT: cat tax. https://postimg.cc/vDPj2brf

But I would never let that happen to him. Ear-replaceable.

Shocking.

Looking for some fire to spit on the reg. First kid is coming in 6 weeks, and i basically only curse as communication, but i think i can have a lot of fun with replacements...

Now I owe him a shave and a haircut. (True story, btw)

The Nun hangs out the window and shouts "Get off the fucking car!!"

Fellow dads and dad joke enthusiasts, I am replacing my router and would like to take this opportunity to change up my Wi-Fi name. I figured this would be the best place to get the best suggestions so let’s hear them!

My current Wi-Fi is “Help! Im on the roof!” for my 2.4 and “Help! Im still on the roof!” for my 5Ghz.

“My left knee, my right knee, and my wee-nie”

"We're number 1 in the number 2 business!"

Me: How many times do you think electricians get electrocuted? Dad: Once.

Didn't know where to post this; but since it's Father's Day, I wanted to tell you all about a little family tradition that started because Dad, is Dad.

18 years ago (Not about, trust me, I know this one to the date) I was over Dad's house and I needed a wrench, and coming from a long line of mechanics, I knew he's have one available as I didn't have my kit in my car, so I asked to borrow one.

Dad of course said yes, handed me the mechanic's tool box, and just out of habit, I opened it and immediately noticed that a Craftman's 7/16, ratchet-end wrench was missing.

Again, I come from a LONG line of mechanics; every tool has its place, be it in a drawer, box or outlined on a peg board, and I thought it was weird that Dad lost a wrench out of the spare / house tool kit.

"You're missing a 7/16." I pointed out, showing him the missing slot.

Now Dad, being Dad, just had to bust on me a bit, so looking me dead in the eyes and beaming a huge smile he responded: "It was there when I gave it to you."

Mind you, I hadn't left the kitchen. I hadn't so much as shifted my FEET. I knew he was lying, he knew he was lying, but it had been ingrained in me since childhood that losing a tool is a death sentence.

Now, I knew he was busting my balls and I let it go; but from that day forward, anytime we needed something, he'd make a comment like "Sure wish I had that 7/16th wrench that Coyote lost." or "You know what would fix it? That missing 7/16th wrench."

This went on for MONTHS. So one day, he made the usual "tease me for losing a tool" comment and I warned him. I looked him in the eyes and said:

"Say it ONE more time old man, and you're going to get that wrench every Birthday, Father's Day and Christmas for the rest of your natural life."

Few hours passed, I asked him to hand me a tool and he said: "I can't you lost it, remember?"

I laughed, and played it off -but it was on...and that was 18 years ago.

Today, being Father's day, he just received his 52nd craftsman's ratchet-end, 7/16th wrench.

Since that day, he's tried telling me that he knows that I didn't lose it, (I knew that already) that I don't need to buy it (Oh, I fucking DO.), and he's occasionally tried to say it was a different size or item to get a different present, but we both know that's not happening.

They're everywhere. Every coffee can, junk drawer, cabinet, tool box, peg board or spare nail in the house and garage contains a Craftsman's 7/16 ratchet end wrench. You know how they say you'r

This subreddit made me remember when I was 13ish, my dad had to bring in a plummer to help replace the water tank in the house (we lived on a well). I came in the room and they were having a LOT of trouble.

After they told me how bad it was, I said, "That sounds terrible... well... I guess it was just a pipe dream..."

I want to say I remember a slight chuckle, but was still shooed out of the room.

Dad: It's the Pink Panther.

Me: I don't get it.

Dad: Dead ant, dead ant...

He made up for it by giving me a replacement keyboard at least.

Dad and I have been replacing the fence in his back yard the last few weeks when I'm off work. We had the posts up but he finally put up the fence boards, and they're enormously tall. I reacted when I saw them.

"Jeez, dad, are you building a great wall?"

"No, a fence."

"None taken."

He responded with a glorious eye roll. It said, "I'm proud of you, son."

Walked into my parents house today to find that my father had replaced three ordinary light fixtures with ceiling fans.

Me- "dad you should really look at selling the house, it is more popular than ever."

Dad- "Why do you say that?"

Me- "Because it has more fans than ever."

Dad (after laughing more than I had ever heard him laugh) - "I wish I thought of that!"

Knowing a slam book could not be replaced I tried consoling him, but I remembered digitalized it for him a year ago I quickly logged on to the PC to check if I had a backup. He quickly smiled and said it had a Blue cover, after about 10mins of searching I asked him if he remembered what I named the book. He burst out and said Facebook.

Frustrated I left the room to find my entire family sitting in the hall, and my mother goes "He did it to you too, didn't he"

And I'm here perplexed by the lengths a dad would go for his jokes.

Patient: Why couldn't they play cards on the Ark?

Me: Why?

Patient: Because Noah was standing on the deck.

He chuckled so satisfyingly. 84-years-old, one day post-op from a total knee replacement, proof that nothing can stop the dad jokes.

*sister takes out the trash but doesn't replace the trash bag*

Dad: "hey do you have a whole butt?"

Sister: *blinks* "what?"

Dad: "do you have a whole butt? or do you have a half butt?"

Sister: "uh I am pretty sure a whole butt..."

Dad: *points to trashcan* "then why did you half ass the job?"

Me (dad): You're going to redo the whole solar system?

My dad: Yeah, we're gonna put in a new transformer and replace some cable and add some panels.

Me: But where are you gonna put Jupiter?

My son: Daaaaaad!

One summer my dad who was a jack of all trades construction worker type, my cousin that's an electrician and my dad's uncle who had Parkinson's disease were all working on an electrical project at my Uncles house. Replacing a power meter is pretty dangerous if the power is not shut off and if you touch the wrong thing, it could very easily kill you.

So here these three men are. My electrician cousin says "Okay, don't friggin touch me. I gotta slide this washer on here and if I touch the sides, I'll fry." So as he's doing this, he's shaking because he's nervous. Eventually he stops to take a breather and my uncle says "Give me that thing." To which my dad responds "Are you crazy? This is not a job for Parkinson's"

My uncle gets kinda bummed and says something about not being able to do anything anymore and my dad tries to cheer him up by saying "Oh come on, there are plenty jobs you can have, Rick".

My uncle says "Yea, like what?"

My dad responds "I dunno... Sifting."

My uncle laughed harder than I had seen him laugh in a long time.

When we replacing the brakes on the car he made this remark.

Me: Yeah, the brakes sounded really bad.

Dad: I guess they were Braking Bad..

My dad loves his puns.

Dad informs me his girlfriend finished fixing the grandfather clock by replacing a broken weight. Ends it with, "boy that sure is a weight off her shoulders."

My brother turned to my dad and told him that "apparently Vin Diesel won't be in Fast and the Furious 8."

My dad quickly replied with "Yep, I heard he's being replaced with Vin Unleaded."

My dad and I were working up on a scissor lift replacing a light fixture. All went well, and as we brought it down we headed outside. As we went past a group of girls on their smoke break, my dad looks over and says, "Need a lift?" The grin on his face was priceless. We all had a reluctant, but wholesome chuckle.

My half sisters were telling my dad about how his ex-wife just had surgery to replace both knees.

Dad: "She should have gone to Africa"

Sister: "Africa, why?"

Dad: "Because that's where the negro"

Me and my dad were talking about replacing a boat motor.

Me: we could probably install a new motor

Dad: no, that's diving into more than I know.

Giggles and moans followed

Long post is long:

Her: Remember dad's tomato bushes? Well they're attacking! At least one is leaning across the path trying to get at my window... We had the war of the roses, now its time for the attack of the tomatoes!

Me: I don't remember anything about tomato bushes. From one battle to the next.

Her: Yep! Lookout tomatoes here comes the chutney recipe!

Me: I can just imagine a cucumber campaign. Operation onion would be next, which will fail, causing everyone to cry. Dill Day follows, a great success for the allied gardeners. All too soon though, the kamikaze carrots set in, utterly ruining the radish raid. The mushroom maneuver is employed, saving the troops, allowing them to deal the final blow in the asparagus assault!

Her: Don't forget the pumpkins want to supply ground cover with heavy support...

Me: Ah yes, the pumpkin paratroopers.

Her: Thyme is running out...

Me: Prepare the beetroot bombs!!!

Her: Aim for Potato Garden!

Me: Fire the capsicum! Deploy the celery team!

Her: Bring in the egg plant division to support the capsicum!

Me: This is it boys, life or dirt! I want a passionfruit unit to find us a vantage point, and the strawberry unit to surround them!

Her: We had better bring the lettuce up to date!

Me: The cabbage are under withering fire, we need support from the raspberry division! The potatoes are mashed, so well need to send the zucchini in their place!

Her: The zucchini can't take that heavy fire, they'll be grated. Send spinach for some extra iron. The sweet potatoes are digging in at the ridge.

Me: Prepare the watermelon bomb, we need to finish this! The eggplant were squashed, deploy the broccoli brigade! The beans need to get out of there, or they'll be split!

Her: Cauliflowers are going in to retrieve the beans. How brave to risk their florets!

The corn commandos are deployed, but the artichokes are all out of heart, we need to boost morale.

Me: The leeks are down! They'll be flattened if we don't do something!

Are the spinach still operational?

Her: Too bad the pepper isn't on our side, they're well seasoned troops.

Spinach is a go!
Nothing has touched it...

Me: But wait! We still have the chillies to give them heavy fire!

Her: And the squashes and peas!

Me: The ginger is holding it's ground, but it's being cut down by the pineapple!

The basil should make things interesting, send them to aid the potatoes.

**Her:

Recently, my mother started smelling a coolant leak from our refridgerator. She called the repair man and he started work. Several hours later, he had his diagnosis, and it wasn't good. The whole machine was going to need to be replaced. Just as he was finishing up, my dad walked in. My dad asked the repair man what the damages were, and he explained that the coolant intake had sprung a leak. The whole unit was sealed, and air was now getting in and contaminating the entire system. The repair costs of the fridge would be about the same as getting a new one. My dad just sighed and looked at his hands.

Dad: "It sucks." He looked at the repair man with a goofy grin on his face. The repair man thought for a moment before answering.

Repair man: "Yeah... it does suck." Then both men cracked up laughing.

Playing Trivial Pursuit with my dad, best friend and a couple others when my dad asks my friend the question (paraphrasing here, was a long time ago), "What human organ is flexible, washable, and replaces itself continually?" The answer was skin but my friend got it wrong. Dad doesn't miss a beat and says, "It was probably the "washable" that threw you off."

It was towards the end of the semester and my parents had come to my university to see my choir concert as well as pick up some of the things from my dorm I didn't need any more. I went back to my dorm to get my bicycle and the replacement tire I was supposed to put on the bike but never got around to it. To make things easier, I put the tire around my neck and across my chest so I could wheel the bike to the campus center to meet up with my family and my boyfriend. As I'm walking up to them, my dad looks me up and down and says "Are you sure that's the proper atTIRE?"

My dad is getting a hip replacement in May. We were texting about it. This is our conversation: http://imgur.com/wucx6tO

It took me a second to get it. IT'S SO BAD

My mother posted this on facebook this morning (has the relevant story of the pun).

http://imgur.com/IhcyhfC

My parents have 4 dogs (I suppose to replace the 4 boys that have up and left for adulthood) but it looks like my dad knows aren't going to sell one of their own up the river.

If you want to be a dad, replace 'public' with 'pubic' in any verbal conversation.

• I'll just call him on a pubic telephone.
• I'm going to ride pubic transport to work today.
• I have a fear of pubic speaking.

My dad's tires were recalled for losing tread and exploding. Due to my recent business law class I informed him that if he didn't take them in for a replacement, and they blew up, he would be liable. He said he knew the term for this type of liability:

....A pop-tort