A list of puns related to "Roll Way"
You know. Roll reversal.
He ran out of juice! ๐๐ฅค
"It's a long way to the top if you want a rocket roll."
"Do you have anything to stop this coffin?"
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3.14 percent of sailors are pi-rates.
5/4 of people admit theyโre bad at fractions.
A bartender broke up with her boyfriend, but he kept asking her for another shot.
A brain walks into a bar and takes a seat. โIโd like some wings and a pint of beer, please,โ it says. โSorry, but I canโt serve you,โ the bartender replies. โYouโre out of your head.โ
A cheeseburger walks into a bar. The bartender says, 'Sorry, we don't serve food here.'
A college education now costs $100,000, but it produces three very proud people: the student, his mama, and his pauper.
A couple of cups of yogurt walk into a country club. โWe donโt serve your kind here,โ the bartender says. โWhy not?โ one yogurt asks. โWeโre cultured.โ
A friend of mine didnโt pay his exorcist. He got repossessed.
A friend of mine is known for sweeping girls off their feet. Heโs an extremely aggressive janitor.
A guy walks into a bar, and thereโs a horse serving drinks. The horse asks, โWhat are you staring at? Havenโt you ever seen a horse tending bar before?โ The guy says, โItโs not that. I just never thought the parrot would sell the place.โ
A guy walks into a bar...and he was disqualified from the limbo contest.
A pirate walks into a bar with a paper towel on his head. The bartender says, โWhatโs with the paper towel?โ The pirate says, โArrr! Iโve got a Bounty on me head!โ
A turtle is crossing the road when heโs mugged by two snails. When the police ask him what happened, the shaken turtle replies, โI donโt know. It all happened so fast.โ
Armed robbersโsome say theyโre a drain on society, but youโve got to give it to them.
Barbersโฆyou have to take your hat off to them.
Can February March? No, but April May!
Cooking out this weekend? Donโt forget the pickle. Itโs kind of a big dill.
Dad, can you put my shoes on? No, I don't think they'll fit me.
Dad, can you put the cat out? I didn't know it was on fire.
Dad, did you get a haircut? No, I got them all cut!
Dad: Did you hear about the kidnapping at school? Son: No. What happened? Dad: The teacher woke him up.
Daughter: I have a lot of friends named Nathan. Thereโs Nathan Miller, Nathan Radcliff, Nathan Lewisโฆ Me: When they are together, do you call them the United Nathans?
Dear Math, grow up and solve your own problems.
Did I tell you the time I fell in love during a backflip? I was heels over head!
Did you hear about the aquatic sea mammals that escape
... keep reading on reddit โกOld family jokes, which means Iโm sure variations are out there for both of them that most of you have heard
#1- an elderly woman is watching her normal sitcoms when suddenly the news cuts into her show to show live footage of a madman driving the wrong way on the interstate! Worried sick, she calls her husband, and says โhoney, thereโs a madman driving the wrong way on the highway! Be careful on your way home!โ Her husband responds irritated, โwhat are you talking about? Thereโs not only one madman! There are hundreds of them!โ
#2- a cop pulls over a man who was speeding. He approaches the car and asks for license and registration. The driver says, โIโm sorry officer, I canโt do that! You see, this car is stolen so the registration isnโt under my name! Also, the gun I used to steal the car is in there and I wouldnโt want you to be uncomfortable!โ
The cop is obviously a bit flustered, and asks for the man to roll down his back windows to look in the backseat. The man replies, โhonestly officer thatโs impossible, as I have 10 kilos of cocaine in the footwells and donโt want to expose them to outside!โ
At this point the cop is quite worried and has his gun drawn, asking the driver to open the trunk! The driver replies โofficer, Iโm afraid I canโt do that due to the two bodies I have in my trunk!โ
At this, the officer runs back to his car and radios for backup.
After about 10 minutes, the police sergeant drives up and with his gun drawn asks the man for his license and registration. The driver says, โabsolutely sergeant, no problemโ and hands him a perfectly normal and legal registration and license.
The sergeant then says, โand I hear you have drugs in the back seat!โ
โOh not at all, sergeant!โ Says the man, opening the back window. The car is very clean and the footwells empty.
Confused, the sergeant then asks: โwhat about your trunk? I hear you have two dead bodies in there?โ
โNot at all officerโ, says the man, โonly my groceries!โ Popping the trunk, itโs obvious thereโs nothing wrong with the driver or the vehicle.
โI donโt understand; my officer told me you told him all of these things. Whatโs going on?!โ
The driver responds โI bet he told you I was speeding, too, didnโt he?โ
I found a recipe from Moroccan Dinner rolls I called for fresh thyme and all I had was some that was way out of date but I couldnโt find anything else so I used it hahaha.
But now that I reflect I really did like those old Thyme Morrocan Rolls
One cold, snowy Minnesota night, I got lost on the way home. The snow was blowing so fast and piling up so high, I couldn't see any street signs. With no map in my car and a dead cell phone, I thought I might be stranded so I pulled over to the side of the road.
Then breaking through the flurries, I saw the headlights of a plow truck in my rearview mirror. Thanking my lucky stars, I turned in and followed the truck, hopeful that it would lead me back somewhere I recognized.
I followed that truck for what felt like hours. He turned left, I'd turn left. He'd swing to the right, and I was right on his tail. After a while, I saw brake lights from the plow, followed by four-way flashers. The plow had stopped, and I saw the driver get out and approach my car. I rolled down the window to talk to him.
"Why are you following me, kid?" the plow driver asked.
"Well sir, my dad told me if I was ever lost in a snowstorm, I should wait for a plow truck and then follow it."
"Well," said the plow driver. "I just finished clearing the Target parking lot. Want to follow me over to Best Buy??"
As they sat in the home end, Angus turned to Brian and said "Y'know what, I'm hungry. You see a tucker anywhere nearby I can grab a snack from?"
Brian scanned his surroundings and saw only a single snack cart, all the way at the Anfield Road end of the stadium. Dejected, Brian says, "Forget it Angus. It's a long way from the Kop if you want a sausage roll."
His best friend, Roy, was known around town for having an adventurous streak that a small town just couldn't satisfy. Roy yearned to travel the world, to rub shoulders with the well-to-do, and to squeeze every drop of excitement he could out of life. While most young folk in town, my grandpa included, were resigned to their lot, Roy was driven by his dream. He worked incredibly hard, taking every hired-hand and handy-man job he could find. He would walk five miles each way to clean a gutter if there was a nickel to be made. His hometown was always spotless, because Roy would pick up every glass bottle he saw to get the deposit back, and every can he found would get turned in for recycling.
The years stretched on. Grandpa settled down with his high school sweetheart in a one-room cottage and had my dad, and not much else. Roy kept hurrying from one job to the next, never spending a dime on a date. Everyone would just roll their eyes and quietly gossip about how poor Roy's obsession was robbing him of a real life.
One day, Roy showed up at Grandpa's house, all decked out in a brand new khaki safari kit, complete with helmet, binoculars, and elephant gun, and announced that he had finally saved up enough for passage to Africa to go big game hunting. He was especially proud of the fine leather boots he was sporting. "Indestructable" he called them, totally impenetrable to water, wind, and snow. No trench-foot for him while he tracked rhinos on the savannah!
Grandpa congratulated Roy on his achievement and wished him bon voyage. Over the next three months, the town felt Roy's absence. Litter lay where it fell, gutters overflowed in heavy rain, small-time farmers rose that bit earlier and bedded that bit later to cover the work Roy used to help with. Of course, the gossipers just turned their chat from how Roy needed a dose of reality to how thoughtless it was of him to just up and leave. Most folks were convinced Roy was gone for good. After all, how could he come back from such a high-falutin' adventure to his tiny, no-account hometown?
But return Roy did, and everyone crowded around at the bar to hear his account of his safari. To their surprise, Roy told them that, for all the time he had been away, he only bagged one trophy that was currently on a slow boat back. It turned out, once Roy got a close-up look at the elephants, rhinos, giraffes, gazelles, and all the fine animals of the African savannah, he lost all heart for hunting. He just couldn't imagi
... keep reading on reddit โกSo my 1st Born came into this world on Monday night and we were discharged on Thursday. Upon leaving our room, we were given a metal cart to place our belongings on including our son (in his car seat). As we made our way to the garage, I noticed that when the cart was rolling his car seat would rock a bit. I took this opportunity to exclaim โhey (sonโs name) youโre really rockinโ โnโ rollinโ now.โ My wife then truly realized what is in store for her.
At the beach today and daughter found the remains of part (1/4th) of a sand dollar. She said, "I think it's a sand dollar, can you hold it for me?"Not wanting to carry it around, I said no. "Besides, it looks more like a sand quarter to me. Throw it back in the ocean and tell it to keep the change."She rolled her eyes and ignored me, deciding to keep it anyway. On the way home, a tiny part of it chipped off and she showed me, disappointed. I said, "That doesn't make any cents." She told me to shut up.
Yesterday my son was biking behind me and I swerved around a plant but he went straight through it. He told me the plant hit his face. I replied, "So you're telling me you face planted?"
My two kids don't take me seriously anymore.
There was, for instance, the time he conducted a crew of new S.A.R.H. (Society for the Aesthetic Rearrangement of History -BJ) recruits โ all from late twentieth-century Terra โ on a training study of Carterโs World, a newly established agricultural colony attempting to support itself by the export of edible nuts. Barely into their second generation, and having yet to show a profit, the colonists were technologically backward. Nevertheless, they showed a surprising ingenuity in the use of their few advantages. It was this resourcefulness that Feghoot was demonstrating to his rookies.
โLook at the perfection with which these streets are gradedโ, exclaimed one student. โEarth-moving machinery on this scale is strictly high technology stuff. How can they do it?โ
โA new alleyway is being constructed, nearbyโ, said Feghoot. โLet us walk that way while I explain.โ As they strolled, he told his students that countless centuries before, the Carterโs World system had been inhabited by a now-vanished race of giants. This very planet had served them for a nursery, and among the many artifacts they had left were thousands of childrens blocks, immense and precision-cut. You simply jack one up onto logs, bring it where you want it, put collapsible jacks underneath, snake out the logs, spread soil more or less evenly beneath, and collapse the jacks.
โI seeโ, said the student. โItโs not graded road at all; its a simple hammered-earth base.โ
โThatโs right,โ Feghoot went on smoothly. โYou just hit the road jack and donโt come back no mo.โ
His students registered dismay and anguish.
โIsnโt that right, old-timer?,โ Feghoot demanded of an ancient Carterian standing by the mouth of the newly completed alley they had just reached.
โAhm afraid not, suhโ, said the senior citizen, and the students giggled at Feghoots discomfiture. โOh, we used to do it that way, but it was far too much trouble. Itโs the soil heah. You see, the very same soil which produced our famous cashews is so high in clay content that a child could roll out a road of it. Then, we simply use a system of lenses to bake it into hardness. Ahve just completed this alley mahself, and ahm just a retired professor of Sports History, much too old and feeble to handle hydraulic jacks.
โSo you see,โ he finished, eyes twinkling, โMah hammered alley is really cashews clay.โ
Howls of agony rose from the students, but Feghoot never hesitated. โAnd heโ, he said, turning to his students, โis clearly the gradi
... keep reading on reddit โกTrevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevorโs love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevorsโs degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevorโs front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasnโt keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
โWellโ said Jeff, โAs Iโm sure you know the convention comes to town laterโ.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
โYes of courseโ replied Trevor
... keep reading on reddit โกMy mom had surgery on her arm today. When she got out, my dad was joking with the nurse asking when she'd be able to vacuum, do the dishes, etc. Nurse just rolled her eyes at everything.
My mom in an attempt to curb his joking, said 'By the way, honey, the doctor said no sex for a month'
He responds instantly with 'Okay, what'd the dentist say?'
Took my mom a minute to get it.
There once was this fella was born with a silver screw in his belly button. His parents, and later himself, searched far and wide trying to find someone that knew how this happened and how to remove it. As he grew older he cared less and less about the "how" and more about the removal. One day in his never-ending search he encountered a wizened woman who said that she knew of a place where you could go and a mysterious force would be able to remove the screw. But, before she provided the location she asked him if this was REALLY something he wanted done and if he knew all the consequences of his desire. The man hastily said that he was 10000% sure and more than well informed of the consequences. So, she gave him the location of the cave and the instructions on how to gain the help of the mysterious force. He was to go to the cave and sleep nude in the cave over night and by the morning his request would be fulfilled. He made his way to the spot with all due haste and followed the instructions to the letter. He did this and fell into a sound sleep. During the night a heavy fog rolled into the cave and a shining silver screwdriver floated into the cave with it. It floated down to the man and gently removed the screw. When the man woke up in the morning and saw the screw on the ground beside him he quickly reached down and felt his belly button. The screw was gone! He sprung up with great joy but the minute he landed after his leap of joy his butt fell off. He froze in horror and started to scream "Why did my butt fall off?" over and over.
The moral of the story is "Don't mess with things you don't understand or you will lose your butt."
It looked like foul play. The mason wasnโt a suspect. He had a concrete alibi. The night of the accident he said he was with his girlfriend. She confirmed this. There was a wall of evidence. Consequently his alibi was rock solid and not just a facade. There was damning evidence that it was the plumber. They figured his alibi, that he was at the casino, wouldnโt hold water. But cameras showed fluid betting all night. This, obviously, threw a wrench in the investigation. The investigators followed a lead to the electrician. He had a shocking secret. It seems the electrician had been charged with battery only months earlier. But it was a dead end. They looked at the HVAC installer, but his alibi was airtight. Next, they tried to nail the Roofer, as he had been spouting off about the victim the day of the accident. But the roofer had been hammered all day. There was no way they could paint him as the cunning mastermind.
Then they saw the writing on the wall: the painter had both motive and opportunity. He was seen canvassing the accident site a few strokes before midnight when the accident occurred. The victim fell off a faulty ladder that was covered in finger paint. It seems the victim and the painter had a few brush-ins before. And it wasnโt a pretty picture. The painter was indicted, but despite all the evidence, the charges didnโt stick and the jury let him roll off clean.
Driving down the highway, when I saw a car carrying a bicycle on a bike rack. The bike was missing its front wheel.
Me: Glad to see that bike is well rested. Son: What do you mean? Me: It's not two tired.
I grinned all the way home, while he just kept rolling his eyes, pretending it wasn't funny.
When we began discussing what to dine on this evening, she says to me, "How about we have something for dinner that starts with a 'p' and ends with an 'a' and isn't pasta?"
I roll my eyes and groan animatedly.
"There is no way a single pea is going to feed all three of us!"
^^She ^^laughed ^^harder ^^at ^^that ^^than ^^any ^^of ^^my ^^previous ^^corny ^^jibes, ^^so ^^I ^^thought ^^I'd ^^share...
A hearse is driving up a very steep street and once it gets near the top, the back door opens up and the coffin comes shooting out of the hearse and rolls down the street.
People are diving out of the way, cars are swerving, itโs chaos! By the time it reaches the bottom of the hill it has picked up a lot of speed and crashes into a wall surrounded by people.
The door pops open, the body sits up and says โDo you have anything to stop this coughin?โ
The year is 2045, space travel has finally gotten started.
As major companies scramble to come up with ways to capitalize on this new venture, Nissan decides to end its most popular light truck.
As the last one rolls off the line, they announce: "This is it, folks. This is the Final Frontier."
I got a hostess at Disney today.
As we were checking in for a dining reservation, the hostess asks, "Does anyone have a Birthday?"
To which I reply, "We all do... but none of them are today."
My wife's eyes rolled so far, I think they went all the way around.
Why couldnโt the witch have children? Her husband had a hallow weenie.
Which ghost is the best dancer? The Boogie Man!
Friend: What are you gonna be for halloween? Me: Drunk!
For Halloween Iโm going to write โLifeโ on a plain white T-shirt and hand out lemons to strangers
This Halloween, the only Candy Iโm interersted in swings from a pole and has daddy issues
โHalloweenโ = an excuse for girls to dress up like sluts.
Thank goodness for Halloween, all of a sudden, cobwebs in my house are decorations!
Iโll be your trick if youโll be my treat.
How do Rednecks celebrate Halloween? Pump kin!
When do ghouls and goblins cook their victims? On Fry Day
Whatโs a monsters favorite desert? I-Scream!
What do you call a Halloween boner? Petrified wood
What do you call a dancing ghost? Polka-haunt-us
What do you call a hot dog with nothing inside it? A โhollow-weenie!โ
Did you hear about the wild party at the haunted house? The whole vibe was anything ghost (goes).
How do you write a book about halloween? With a ghostwriter.
Iโm going to celebrate Halloween the same way I always doโฆ by murdering a bunch of teens by the lake. Sincerely,
Two monsters went to a Halloween party. Suddenly one said to the other, โA lady just rolled her eyes at me. What should I do?โ The other monster replied, โBe a gentleman and roll them back to her.
The lesson of Halloween is that pretending to be something youโre not will lead to a sweet reward.
I remember when Halloween was the scariest night of the year. Now, itโs Election night.
I want to be something really scary for Halloween this year so Iโm dressing up as a phone battery at 2%.
Why dident the skeleten go to the halloween party? Becuse he had no body to go with.
What did the bird say on Halloween? Trick or tweet!
What do Italianโs eat on Halloween? Fettucinni Afraid-o (Ha ha ha)
Why canโt the boy ghost have babies? A. Because he has a Hallo-weenie.
What do goblins and ghosts drink when theyโre hot and thirsty on Halloween? A. Ghoul-aid!!!
What do ghosts eat for supper? Spooketi
What do you do when 50 zombies surround your house? Hope itโs Halloween!!
What is the most important subject a witch learns in school? Spelling.
My dad has this habit of pretending he didn't hear what you said, and then "repeating" it. Like if I said I was going to see an art show, he'll say, "You're going to a FART show? I had no idea you'd have any interest in that!" Lots of jokes along those lines, amongst others.
When I was younger I would laugh because he was kinda funny, and also to make him happy, but as I've gotten older I laugh not JUST because he's funny (in a corny way) but because the fact he still makes these jokes makes me so happy and really warms my heart. My mom is physically disabled, my dad has a bunch of health issues, we've all suffered terribly at times because of all this illness. And no matter how bad it gets, my dad is always there trying his hardest to put a smile on other people's faces and to lighten the mood a bit with his jokes. I've always been the type of girl to mope and be depressed when things are hard, but as I've gotten older I've tried to be more like my old man because I think it's something really special and admirable and selfless about stepping outside of your own negativity to give others something to laugh at or smile about. My dad is such a fuckin hero, I love him so much, and I can't imagine how unbearable this world would seem at times without him trying to make us all laugh.
So to all you dads telling your corny dad jokes, don't ever stop. Your kids and wife might groan or roll their eyes, but inside they love their corny old man and appreciate the goofy puns and fart jokes you tell!
As a Boy Scout, we would camp a lot and go on hikes.
One night, we had to do a night hike, alone, for a merit badge. I had left the campsite about an hour earlier and a terrible storm rolled in. The sky opened up and the ground was quickly saturated. I tried to continue my hike for another few minutes, but it got cold and I was chilled and soaked to the bone, so I decided to try to head back to camp.
Lightning was starting to crackle above me, so I thought I should try to take a shortcut to make my hike back quicker. I pulled out my compass and found my direction, but the rain made it impossible to see more than five feet in front of me.
I was looking down at my compass, not paying any attention to where I was going, and suddenly felt weightless. The feeling didn't last long as I thumped down on slippery earth a second later.
I had fallen onto a ledge on the side of a rather steep cliff, the bottom of which was at least fifty feet down.
I sat there, contemplating on how to get back up this cliff as water rolled over the edge ten feet above me. There was nothing to grab onto to pull myself up. I was stuck there.
After a few minutes, I noticed the little ledge I was standing on was slowly getting smaller. The water was coming down so hard it was eroding the tiny bit of safety I had.
I dug through my pockets, thinking maybe I had something, anything, to help me out of my precarious situation. All I had was my compass, a cough drop, and a match. I was screwed.
So, I sat there, watching the edge of the ledge I was on get closer and closer to my feet, when suddenly I felt something pushing on my back.
I turned slightly and saw a wooden box sticking out of the cliff behind me. It was working its way out of the side, the rain surely helping it along. I tried to move away from it, but the ledge wasn't very wide and the box kept coming out, pushing me farther to the weak and failing edge.
As more of the box came out, to my horror, I realized it was a coffin! I had no idea how old it was, but it looked rather rotten. All I could think of was being pushed off this ledge, and the rotten coffin breaking and dropping a skeleton onto my broken and battered body at the bottom.
The coffin crept closer, my foot began to slip. I grabbed onto a root that was sticking out of the cliffside and dug in my pocket once more.
I hurriedly tore the wrapper off the cough drop and stuck it in my mouth. It stopped the coffin.
This joke has been told to me
... keep reading on reddit โกBack in the 90s, I remember playing some N64 after school when my dad came home from work. He comes into the living room and asks me what's up and, as a teen, I say "nuthin" and keep playing while he just stands there. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see he's looking at me with a stupid grin on his face that's he's trying to suppress poorly. Finally, he asks me to pause the game. I turn to him and he asks "You want a Hertz donut?" I obviously know this joke, but to make it worse, he's already making a fist, ready at his side. I roll my eyes and say "No, I do not want a Hertz donut." He just relaxes his hand and says surprised "Oh, you don't? You sure?" I say I'm sure and he says okay and walks back out to his car, leaving me to return to my GoldenEye. A few seconds later, he comes strolling back in the room, with a box of a dozen donuts in his hand, while he's eating one, with the same stupid grin on his face. On the box of donuts, "Dunkin" has been crudely crossed out and Hertz written beneath it in Sharpie marker. He walks into the kitchen saying "Guess you won't be having these Hertz donuts!" I'm in awe. I follow him into the kitchen and he finally relents and lets me take a donut. I ask him "So, you bought these donuts, and just put this joke together on the way home?" He says he thought of the joke earlier in the day at work and had to buy the donuts for the bit. I start laughing hysterically thinking about him sitting at work itching to leave to pull this off. As we sit there, quietly eating these donuts, he breaks the silence with a mouth full of donut, with "Had to stop at CVS to pick up a Sharpie too." I almost choked on the donut jimmies.
TLDR: Dad offered a Hertz donut, should've taken him up on it.
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.
My wife and I have been watching The Walking Dead lately and while grocery shopping the other night, she said :
"Sometimes I make mental lists in my head on what I would need if there was ever an apocalypse. Is that weird?"
I replied with, "not at all. I have some too. They're my apocalists"
I thought the apocalypse had begun after the way she rolled her eyes at that one.
and were walking up stairs to go to bed, when this exchange took place:
GF: "Whoa, there's a tv remote all the way over here on the stairs, isn't that weird?"
Me: "Meh, I've seen stranger things."
GF: "Oh my god, STOP!" it got an eye roll and chuckle out of her though.
After visiting Chinatown, went to the Fisherman's wharf at night.
Wife sees shop with nice looking - non junky, Chinese items priced very high Wife: Look! It's like Chinatown, just way nicer and more expensive! Me: You might even call it....Fine Chinatown
I got both an eye roll and a groan. It was great.
We were talking about how he had to have things a certain way to distract people so they wouldn't rise against him.
Her: "He was really strict about things being a certain way. He was an anal freak."
Me: "I believe that was his brother."
Commence the biggest eye-roll you've ever seen.
We're in Ireland, and on our way to Dublin (capital city) for a weekend away. On the way there, we pass Birr Castle.
Me: "We're coming up to an Offaly cold castle up ahead." Her: "Thats a bad joke. But how is it a cold castle?" Me: "Because it's the Birr Castle!"
This was followed by a small groan and much eye rolling.
Scene: Wife and I have just come from her 12 week ultrasound where the baby was moving and rolling all over the place. Passed by our local cafe to grab a 1kg (2.2lb) bag of coffee beans.
Walking down the street cradling my coffee like a baby. Say to my wife "check out my baby." She replies "yeah but mine is so much more active." I say " no, mine's full of beans."
We laughed our way back to the car.
Dead silent on the way there for the majority of the ride. It was a very solemn trip, but then...
Dad: "You know, I had this great joke about Alzheimer's that my pops loved, but-- I just can't seem to remember it."
eyes roll/lightful chuckles ensue
Can always count on him to lighten the mood even in the darkest of times.
Slightly long story. Tl:dr had to blurt out a couple of quick Dad Jokes today and nailed it.
Longer version I was wearing my favorite shirt today, in big letters it says: โDAD JOKES: thatโs how EYE ROLLโโฆ we were ate a state park with a lake, nice family spot. Near the parking lot at a busy trail crossing on our way in some random guy says โI used to work at the Pepsi factory but I got canned.โ It took me a beat or two to realize he was talking to me, our groups had passed each other so I turned back and said โI got fired from the orange juice factory. I couldnโt concentrate!โ Everyone laughed and off we went.
Hours later on our way back to the parking lot, same trail crossing. Random (different) guy turns to me and says โWhy did Norway put barcodes on the side of their ships?โ Ready for that one (thanks r/dadjokes) I respond with โSo they can Scandinavian!โ The pressure is on, so I turned back and said โWhatโs a pirates favorite letter?โ He says โArrrโ of course. I said โWhatโs his second favorite letter?โ No answer so I give them โP - because itโs like R but is missing a leg!โ
Everyone laughs, as we go our separate ways I heard someone in their group say โOh, he was good!โ Perfect day!
Thanks for listening, I just had to share. Always be ready with a couple quick ones!
Because" its a long way to the shop if you want a sausage roll"
I'm proud of my 10 yo
Because itโs a long way to the shop if you want a sausage roll.
So Me And My Wife Were Talking About The Rolling Stones And She Asked Me Which Way They Roll And I Said In One Direction!
He replied, โMe car door. That way, if I get hot, I can just roll me window down.โ
This just happened at the dinner table. My Dad was talking about how he got up very early for work. The conversation went like this:
Dad: โMan, I woke up way too early this morning and it completely threw me out of sync.โ
Me: โWell, why were you sleeping in the sink?โ
My Mom rolled her eyes.
I am Dad now.
It's just the way eye roll
I told him, โI like the way you rollโ.
I don't roll that way.
Walked in through the back door, heard my dad was still up watching Netflix so I went to say hello.
Dad: "Why didn't I hear you come in!?"
Me: "Uh, cause you're basically deaf and the tv is turned up all the way?"
Dad: "Could it be because you're wearing....sneakers?"
If I hadn't had actual things to discuss with him I would've rolled my eyes and walked away. Instead he got my obnoxiously fake laugh I created just for dad jokes like this.
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