I'll call it Little Seizures.
Contents may have settled, started a family, and proliferated in the container.
....and all I'm saying is...a donut would never do this to me.
Just couldn't find their whey in the dark.
A nervous wreak.
My wife was breastfeeding him during the earthquake.
She confirmed my worst fears. Diagnosis: Barkinson's disease.
He does it to this day and laughs every time, my sister and mother have chosen to start ignoring that type of behavior which makes it funnier to me
You take it to a scary movie.
The man frowns. “What do you mean it’s a secret? What’s the special today? Is it a latte?”
The barista shakes her head.
She shakes her head again.
“Oh, come on! Tell me! A cappuccino?”
She shakes her head.
She shakes her head.
The man is getting frustrated at this point. “Can you at least give me a clue!?”
The barista thinks for a moment, then points at a jar on the counter. “Ok, the special is in this jar.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.”
The man, enraged at this point, tries to grab the jar.
The barista grabs it too.
They fight for control and the man wretches it away only for the jar to fall on the ground and its contents spill out onto the floor.
The man stares, “It’s just been normal coffee this whole time?!”
The barista shrugs, “I guess you spilled the beans.”
I get it you have more money than me... There's no reason to brag about it.
He looks down and sees that a full-grown elephant is slowly clambering up the tree. When the elephant finally reaches the branch the squirrel asks, "Why on earth did you climb up into this pine tree?!"
The elephant then says, "I came up here to eat some pears, of course."
The squirrel, completely shocked at the elephant's ignorance, exclaims, "You elephants don't know the first thing about trees! This is a PINE tree, there are no pears here."
The elephant then explains, "Oh, I know, I brought my own."
Go to bed. You've got the flu.
Because “The Shake Machine” is ALWAYS down.
Then she could have peanut butter jelly thyme!
Because this way, it will bond better
Because it would be dumb to shake them afterwards.
She always gives me paws.
Where there’s a will, there is a whey.
Do they really have to rub it in that they’ve got more cash than I do?
"Hey, she literally is shaking what her momma gave her"
I look over and there is literally a dude in full clown make-up driving a vw bettle next to us. Pop maintained a straight face through the whole thing.
"Does he have Barkinsons disease?"
(Note, my wife got really mad about this joke. Apparently the dogs are off-limits)
I said "No whey"
The worrying has really been wheying on me.
I'll see myself out.
edit: a word
Because I'd sure like to have my whey with you.
It was from Little Seizures.
A nervous wreck.