He replied: only gays get stoned here
A macademia.
One turned to the other and said "There's no information about whales here."
The other responded "Ok, we'll have to make a note, 'cetacean needed.'"
Euripides, you pay!
Turns out there is a lot of Cross referencing.
The Commandolorian
along with nearly 900 by Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach, nearly 400 by Johann Christian Bach, more than 300 by Johann Christoph Friedrich Bach, and nearly 200 by Wilhelm Friedemann Bach.
Together with as many as 200 more surviving compositions by other members of the Bach dynasty, scholars estimate that about 3 000 works are preserved in total, a collection that we today know as the Baroque Bach mountain.
He was a scholar of bayou chemistry.
My toast is more about being a vehicle for butter than enjoying the bread.
A roads scholar.
Hebrews really good coffee!
There was a poetry slam competition final between a university scholar and a country person.
Both had one minute to think of a poem that had to have timbuktu in it
The university student goes first and says:
slowly across the desert sand
trekking a lonely caravan
men on camels two by two
destination Timbuktu
and the crowd went wild. then it was the country mans turn to go
he said:
Tim and I hunting we went
met three girls in a pop up tent
they were three and we were two
so i bucked one and timbuktu
Who won?
If you're a Muslim scholar on the side, would that be Allah carte?
A scholar-ship.
In my business law class we were discussing this court case. In the case, a woman named Courtney was hitting off the tee box at a country club and sliced the shot off the course. The ball hit a guy who was working on a nearby roof, and gave him permanent brain damage. Our professor then asked us who we thought was responsible for the damages: the golf course, the course designer, or the woman. A student in the back asks "Well what if Courtney was drunk while she was playing" to which our professor responded
"Well then we would just have a classic case of drinking... and driving."
I'm still not sure which was louder, my friend and I bursting out laughing or the collective groan that filled the room.
Sister: "why are the roads a different color here than they are back home?"
Dad: "what do I look like? A roads scholar?"
