Half a watermelon
He takes good care of it every day. He waters it and fertilizes the soil around it. As it becomes a big and healthy tree, the chemist thinks to himself: What a good chemist-tree.
No birds are growing.
It's true! When was the last time you ate a bird?
...and you know what, the germinate!
but it grows on you.
If they're unlucky, they could really get themselves in a pickle.
I wonder what kind of birds they will grow into.
Don’t worry I still have a tahini bit left
Fat birds.
(Took this from Mary Poppins)
Not a single bird grew after I planted it.
She was eating watermelon, and she wanted to know how much it cost. (She's obsessed with prices lately.) I asked her how much she thought it cost, and she said, "I don't know, a melon dollars?"
We're in a bit of a pickle!
My wife is pregnant with our first child so I'm stepping up my joke game to reach dad level.
Mother's day was not so long ago, and since she isn't a mother yet but only a future mother, I didn't get her flowers I only got her seeds, which are future flowers.
At least I found it hilarious and so did she. Hope you guys enjoy this!
I hopped to it!
He’s calling it Sweden Sower Sauce
Because he wanted to germinate!
They always suck-seed
Please don’t make fun of my re-seeding hare line.
It’s like I’ve never seen herbivore.
It grew on me
He tractor down.
He's really pistachio
She said, "that's almost core-rect."
I replied,
“Well actually, sesame seeds were the ingredient that made hamburgers popular. Yup. Sesame seeds were the secret to success... ever since then, they’ve been on a roll.”
It was annoying at first, but I think it grew on me!
so i found a game called Minecraft avocado version. I heard that game has big seeds.
They were bored out of their gourd.
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.
Because they cantelope
...if you haven’t botany
Give it a weigh, give it a weigh, give it a weigh now.
He broke the seed limit
He has seasame seed buns
"Hay, let's bale."
Guess you could say I'm caught in the middle of a turf war
Geometry
He said, "Look at my hair. It used to be so magnificent, but it's completely gone now. My hair can't be saved. But look outside at the forest. It's such a lovely forest with so many trees, but sooner or later they'll all be cut down and this forest will look as bald as my hair."
"What I want you to do..." the man continued. "Is, every time a tree is cut down or dies, plant a new one in my memory. Tell your descendants to do the same. It shall be our family's duty to keep this forest strong."
So they did.
Each time the forest lost a tree, the children replanted one, and so did their children, and their children after them.
And for centuries, the forest remained as lush and pretty as it once was, all because of one man and his re-seeding heirline.
The seed is impeccable.
nothing more than mustard seed emulsified with oil. So mustard could actually be called newt butter. Or, for those who have their doubts... I Can’t Believe It’s Newt Butter.
