My first search for a mate brought no matches, but did give me plenty of prospects.
…to make hens meet.
He's calling it "Faithbook".
New to this subreddit. I know the point of this thing is to share funny jokes, but since I'm a newbie I hope you'll allow me this one opportunity to make a serious but friendly PSA: If you're lucky enough to have a father, don't take him for granted. Even when they scold or punish you, trust their judgement, it's likely for good reason even if you can't see it at the time. When I was a child I narrowly avoided a horrific accident in which 4 of my friends were electrocuted at a playground we used to play on every day after school. I used to hate my old man for being so strict and disciplining me when all of my friends got to run wild, but if it weren't for him I definitely would have been electrocuted too that day. But I wasn't. I was grounded.
You can only ran, because it's past tents.
He'll install windows
I don't know, we just clicked.
I can't wait to meter.
"That would be nice" she said. "Plethora"..... "Thanks, that means a lot."
"This is where the Magna Carta was signed," said the tour guide, "One the most important documents in English History."
"When was it signed?" asked Paddy.
"1215," said the tour guide.
"OH NO!" said Paddy, "We missed it by 10 minutes!"
Turns out it was an isolated incident.
When I got home, all the signs were there
Thats a site for sore eyes
It's called Studfinder.
Now that's what I call a loco-motive.
They said, “If your tent gets blown away, you won’t be covered.”
That tower of theirs is sure an Eiffel.
He said, I'll keep an eye out for it.
... but it’s paper view only.
But I got Holy Ghosted.
...poor little guy, covered in Paris Sites.
I'll call it Oedipal Arrangements.
It was in tents.
...that's a site for sore eyes.
The evidence wasn't concrete.
We are strictly a Bing family.
Dave sees the girl of his dreams and asks Joe, “I can’t believe my eyes, is this girl real?”
Joe pats his buddy Dave on the back, “Yea bud, she Isreal.”
You'd be hiding something in plane site.
Its a boring job
The Pillsbury Doughboy, remembered best as "Pop N Serve", and/or "Pop N Fresh", died yesterday of a severe yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy will be buried in this lightly greased coffin.
Dozens of celebrities will turn out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.
The grave site is expected to be piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima will deliver the eulogy and lovingly describe Doughboy as "a man who never knew how much he was kneaded".
Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers.. He was considered a very smart cookie, but wasted much of his dough on half-baked schemes.
Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop tart.
The funeral will be held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
Yeah, you could say I have perfect Heinz-site
Cos misery loves company!
(I'm so going to hell for this joke... Worth it.)
as I can no longer make hens meet!
since it is past tents...
You can only ran, because it's past tents.
…to make hens meet.
They said, “If your tent gets destroyed, you won’t be covered.”
You can only ran, because it's past tents.
Now that’s a site for sore eyes!
They said, “If your tents get blown over, you won’t be covered.”
Its not my normal day job, I'm just doing it to make Hens meet.
