Guess who came crawling back!
But people don’t like my dry humor.
How could she stoop so low.
How could anyone stoop so low.
But I don't want to stoop Solo.
It's not because I think it's beneath me.
It's not because I wouldn't stoop that low.
It's because I consider it to be a waste of my talons.
Police are wondering how someone could stoop so low.
I dont know how someone could stoop so low.
I mean, who would stoop so low?
I can't believe someone would stoop so low!
A Stoop Id Kid
He was disqualified.
Can't believe I stooped so low
Who would stoop so low?
It was the mat on my front stoop.
I still can't believe someone could stoop so low.
How could anyone stoop so low?
But that's just a hunch
There once was a lumberjack who was known as the hardest working lumberjack in the woods. Old Doolittle Dawort Deigh had a reputation and the complete respect of his coworkers for nearly 60 years. As we all know, tough lumberjacks can’t have sissy names. So many years ago, as was the tradition in the woods, old Doolittle Dawort Deigh was saddled with a nickname and had become known as simply Do Dah.
One tragic afternoon, old Do Dah was working his trade when a tree happened to fall the wrong way. Poor old Do Dah was squished flatter than a lumberjack flapjack. His coworkers, distraught at the thought of breaking the news of Do Dah’s death to his elderly wife, decided that perhaps if bad news was presented in a somewhat good way, it might soften the blow.
So that afternoon, old Do Dah’s fellow lumberjacks gathered on the stoop of the now widowed Mrs. Deigh and hesitantly knocked on the door. It took a few minutes for the old widow to make it across the room to the door. Finally as the door creaked open, the chorus of lumberjacks launched into a rousing rendition of
♪ Guess who died in the woods today ♫ Do Dah, Do Dah. ♫ Guess who died in the woods today Old Do Dah Deigh. ♬
A condescending con descending.
The other day my son, who is almost three, walks into the kitchen where I was cooking dinner. He looked up at the cabinet that has the cookies and such and pointed like he wanted something. I stoop down to pick him up and ask:
Me: "What's up, dude?" Son: (gesturing upwards like a Roman senator) "The ceiling!"
yep, yep it is kid.
I never thought someone could stoop that low.
I don't know how anyone could stoop so low.
My brother and I aren't super tall by any means (both 6'1") but we tower over my 5" 5' mother.
So last night, after going to my other brother's choir concert, we were walking back to my car. My brother turns to me and says "hey /u/Devchar96, let's pretend we're as short as Mom." He then crouch walked.
My response? "Nah, I won't stoop to that level."
I'm so proud of myself guys. I feel like I'm finally qualified for Dad-hood!
Our son came running into the house, and breathlessly asked, "when are we going to replace those stairs?"
Husband asks him, "why would we replace the stairs?"
Meanwhile, I'm trying to consider all the possible ways a kid could manage to damage a concrete stoop.
Son says, "I don't trust them, they're always up to something."
Without missing a beat, husband responds with, "they've been supporting you your entire life, I think they've earned your trust by now."
Better luck next time, young Grasshopper.
Had a dad-spotting while walking through the empty hall at school a few minutes ago. A small object rolled out of a door further down the hall followed closely by a stooped over middle-aged professor chasing after it. He nabbed it up just as I was passing by and looked up at me to say, "I've got to get out of here. I'm losing my marbles."
He then laughed to himself and quickly ducked back into the classroom.
Dad: Did you hear about the guy who mugged a midget?
Me: No. (Groan incoming)
Dad: Well, he really stooped low!
How could anyone stoop so low?
How could anyone stoop so low?
