His armies!
In his sleevies
-Thanks to Stuff to blow your mind podcast
I hope for the vest but expecting the wurst.
He always wears his tee-shirt when golfing.
There are no firearms allowed in this building.
Mend-e-sleeve
Since I now have the right to bare arms
My sister walks up to me and asks: “Are you creating a pyramid scheme?”
In his sleeve-y.
I’ve got a few twix up my sleeve.
It was a tearable fabrication!
"even more interesting, you have as much hair on your arms as I have on my head."
My 2 year old has cereal in her snack cup and just showed me that there was a piece of cereal in her sleeve. I said, "Looks like you got some tricks up your sleeve." GUESS WHAT KIND OF CEREAL SHE WAS EATING!.....IT WAS TRIX!
Edit: Thanks for my first gold!
You want them to think you're a keeper.
Me: were you having a jamboree earlier?
He said “Well there’s no ‘arm in it”
That way you know I'm in-vest-ed.
... Hot Purse Suits
Working as a waiter, I have a couple of wonderful/awful/wonderfully awful jokes when customers place an order. For example...
"Can I please have the rabbit pasta?"
"Oh I'm not sure I'd recommend that, there have been numerous complaints about a hare in their food."
And for the steaks...
"How would you like that cooked?"
"Well done."
"Thanks, but I'm just doing my job."
I either get laughs, confused looks or groans; most of the time I get a combination of the three. But since I'm childless (19 seems a tad young) I have to get my dad jokes out somehow.
I always have a couple of Twix up my sleeves
Well...
I’ve got a few twix up my sleeve.
Kid: WOW are you a magician?
Me: no, but I have a couple of twix up my sleeve
Keanu Sleeves
I still had a few ticks up my sleeve
He's always got a few Twix up his sleeve.
Son - “No, it is cotton. Here,” as he reaches his arm out to me and I touch his sleeve.
Dad - “It’s felt now.”
He has some twix up his sleeve
He followed the enchanting voice till he came upon a singing yellowfin tuna. He knew he had found something incredible. He caught the fish, kept it alive and returned home.
He showed his friends and posted videos on tik tok, and the singing fish went viral. It could sing almost anything, but Pavarotti was it's favorite.
The fisherman toured around the world with the fish and set up a website to sell merch. The clothing he made sold like crazy, so he ordered thousands of short sleeve shirts to be made in advance.
Unfortunately, the fish died, and the public lost interest. The fisherman was left with endless opera tuna tees.
Keanu Sleeves
I’ve got a few Twix up my sleeve.
Back a few decades, I was working in a program with a local college in the Middle East.
The name of the program for ExPats has the clever acronym of "IDEA" (hey, I said it was clever); which stands for "Inter-Departmental Educational Adjunct". It's interdepartmental because my particular specialty not only covers field geology but also paleontology and a bit of archeology thrown in for good measure. Everyone hopes to have a good IDEA...
ahem...
Well, we saddle up and head for the Dune Sea out in the west of the country, where the Precambrian, Cambrian, Silurian, Cretaceous, Pliocene, Pleistocene, and Holocene crop out and access is relatively easy and non-injurious.
Well, we caravan out, some 30 Land Cruisers, Nissan patrol, and the odd Mitsubishi Galloper strong. We all get our maps, compasses and split up into 5 or 6 special interest groups ("SIG's"); where each IDEA has his own GPS and LIDAR laser ranging apparatus. Reason being, that there are very few benchmarks out in the desert, and even those are constantly at the mercy of the shifting and ever-blowing sands.
Since we're split into groups and at any one time, ranging up to and including some 50 km2, when a real find is located, a device called the "DIME" (Digital-Interface Monitor Encoder) is attached and programmed into the GPS for location later; it is a digital sort of low-frequency transponder, developed from technology used by offshore drillers and jacket setters where benchmarks are even more transitory.
The way it works is rather simple. When something is to be marked for later retrieval, a series of wooden posts are pounded in a triangular manner around the find and the DIME is set, programmed with the GPS and attached to one or more of the posts.
That's the theory, at least.
Everything works well, especially all the hardened electronics and computer gizmos, but attaching the DIME to the stakes is the real problem. It can't be nailed, screwed or fastened with any sort of metal contrivance as that farkles the magnetic field and causes all sorts of goofy spurious signals. Zip ties don't last long in the heat and duct tape is right out. Many sites have been lost to the shifting sands this way.
Velcro doesn't work too well, as the sand fills the hooks of the receiving piece of velcro and soon renders it useless. String or fishing line work, but that's temporary (they melt). Glue or mastic are out as these are supposed to be temporary. Even plastic sleeves don't work due to the heat out
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"So I guess you could say I have a few Twix up my sleeve!"
In his sleevies.
