Trevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevor’s love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevors’s degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevor’s front garden were trimmed in the shape of tracto... keep reading on reddit ➡
It was braking gnus!
Poor guy turned to a life of mime.
I used to have a black cat named Big Guy. When I left for college, he stayed with my parents. One day I got a call from my mom and she mentioned he was missing. They hadn't seen him in a week. He was an indoor/outdoor cat and would occasionally disappear for a few days, but a whole week was unusual.
Anyway, I was bummed. I was set to visit the next week and was looking forward to seeing my cat.
I flew home and... it was weird. Now they had two cats! Both black. And Big Guy was back! But... why two cats now?
So here's the dad part. My mom started to really miss him. My dad saw this and went to the local shelters to see if anyone turned him in. He said, "After the 3rd one, I pretty much gave up."
So then my mom said, "So your father got another cat he thought looked "close enough" and tried to convince me it was Big Guy. I said, 'Have you lost it? This cat is a GIRL!'"
Then Big Guy came home.
I told her I could give her a crash course.
He sure loves his cock-tales.
It's because they bless the rains down in Africa.
Its got me feline bad
Because they dragon.
My publisher said it was a mediogre work.
A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend when my roommate Joseph barged into the porch out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph THAT well, don't even remember where he was from, but let' just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.
Joseph had gotten big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend
Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together , left me behind without as much as a note. I tried to track them down, but never could.
In conclusion, if it hadn't been for cotton eye Joe, I'd have been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, cotton eye Joe?
The bartender interrupted him and said, "Hey can you make this brief?"
My son and I love good egg pun Dad jokes. We got it going the other day and my wife rolled her eyes. He asked her, "which joke didn't you like?"
She replied "all ovum"
After a few moments of silence, my son replies "That's it?"
I actually made it up.
It's a real cliffhanger.
"Once a pawn a time..."
“Yep, that’s all she wrote!”
My wife emailed a company asking if they had stock of heaters and a man named Kurt sends a reply email with only the text “no stock”, which she showed me.
So I said: “Living up to his name I see”
Dad: "The one about the giant and the magic beans?"
Dad: "Whats wrong with 'Jackin the Beanstalk'?
It was all straightforward until I found a twist in the tale.
"Welcome everyone to Dads Anonymous. Again my name is Bill and you will notice that we have a new member, please welcome Gary -- Can you tell us what brought you to us today?"
"Well I have a very embarrassing confession. It's even hard to get the words out."
Bill reassures him, "We are all dads here and have been meeting for decades, we've been through all the highs and lows, births and deaths, tragedies, we've heard it all. Just tell us what's on your mind son, we are here to support each other."
"Well, a couple months ago, I broke both my legs in a motorcycle accident and couldn't walk, so I let my wife use the lawnmower." He says through the sobs...
Bob, one of the other dads, starts to get pale. "...and she didn't even cut it in a crisp geometric pattern, it was just random..." Bob starts to sweat and get dry heaves. "YOU BASTARD", he screams. "HOW COULD YOU LET THAT HAPPEN." The dads rise and get ready to beat the crap out of Gary, when Bill stands between them and breaks it... keep reading on reddit ➡
Too many plot holes.
It was an inn-side joke.
"She became a little spore addict."
It was legend dairy.
It was in the mewspaper
- What's upstairs?
- Unfortunately, the stairs don't talk.
"A? AA? AAA? AAAA!"
I can feel it
Police tried to get it out of that area, but it was rather emuvable...
And to hell with anyone who doesn’t believe me.
Face down in his tea pee.
He wasn’t very cheeky about it
He was playing fortnite
Kid- If i'm going to climb over a fence, we'll need a ladder
Dad- Are you sure we won't need the former?
Well, it's more a parable.
Two landed on the ground and one landed in the water.
"I killed these ten Dons..."
"Sorry, no pun n' ten dead"
I had recently joined a band as their bassist, whose previous bassist was very punny and also had a long beard like me.
I had made some unmemorable pun, and the guitarist said, "Goddamn it, puns must be related to beards."
I said, "With great length comes greatest pun ability."
Swear to god this is true. Only two people witnessed it. I want you all to be my witnesses.
Me: every time I have a headache, I suffer.
To make them more moving.
It was inside job
My dad was at the store, buying lettuce. His items get scanned, and the cashier asks “would you like the lettuce in the bag?” And he says, “no, I think I’ll go green.”
In 1827, after Beethoven died, he was buried outside the local church, in the graveyard, and people came to pay their respects frequently.
One morning, about a week after the funeral, two girls came to leave some flowers on his grave, only to hear strange, unearthly sounds coming from it. Creeped out, they called for the local Paranormal Investigator.
The Investigator arrived an hour later, and with him, a small crowd, who had come to see what was happening to the composer’s grave.
Suddenly, one member of the crowd exclaimed, “I recognise that sound! It’s his 9th Symphony, backwards!”
Soon after, another said, “and that’s his 8th, backwards!”
After leaning closer to the grave to inspect this for himself, the Investigator straightened himself up, gave a soft chuckle, and said:
“Never fear, ladies and gentlemen! Beethoven’s just decomposing.”
But then I got writer's block.
He was operating a late night train and fell asleep at the controls. He ended up failing to recognise a stop sign and as a result his train hit a person and killed them immediately. He was tried for manslaughter and sentenced to the electric chair. Just before being put in the chair, he was given the choice of final meal and chose a single banana, oddly. His time came and he was placed into the chair, the room vacated and then the switch was thrown.
But... Nothing. No sparks, no burning, nothing. They checked the machine and it was working fine, it just seemed not to harm him. The state law meant that, legally, his sentence had been carried out and he was free to go. He walked away a free man, and actually got another job as a train driver.
Sadly, almost exactly the same thing happened again. This time his negligence killed two kids playing around on the tracks when again he'd fallen asleep and failed to stop the train in time. Hauled before the courts again, he got exactly the same... keep reading on reddit ➡
What a hare-brained scheme.
A friend was getting married in a small church. I was part of the wedding party, and we were at wedding practice, making sure everything went off without a hitch. We noticed the bride to be seemed a bit agitated, so we asked her what was wrong.
"The church is so small," she said, "which I love - but where will we fit the musicians? we hired three string musicians to play us in and out of the wedding and there doesn't seem to be any place for them to play!"
I looked at my friend and his bride-to-be and smiled.
"You have nothing to worry about. Haven't you heard...?" They shook their heads in unison.
"THERE'S ALWAYS ROOM FOR CELLO."
Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it...
Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it.
A couple of hours later, I text my wife
"I don't want to alarm you, but I'm the hospital"
edit: the original message
So I told him one my father told me and his father, etc.
One fine day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. If you don’t think this story is true son then ask the blind man he saw it too.
He looked at me and said “that doesn’t make any sense!”
“It doesn’t make any dollars either, son.”
He really rocked his world!
She said, "What's Toy Story 4?"
"Entertainment," I replied.
...”MOM! DAD CALLED ME A LITTLE MORON!!”
"Son, violins is not the answer".
So this needs a little backstory.
About 10 years ago my wife and I went to see the comedian Jim Gaffigan in Santa Rosa, CA where we live. About 2/3 the way through his set, he did an old Steve Martin bit. I leaned over to my wife and said quietly (or so I thought,) "Steve Martin called, he wants his bit back."
Apparently Mr. Gaffigan heard me, because he did the last 1/3 of his set staring at his shoes.
Flash forward to last night. We were at a public event with TONS of people, loud music, dancing, whatever. Some guy walked by wearing an outrageously funny outfit, and I leaned very close to my wife's ear to make a comment about it. She mildly upset and said, "Don't do a Jim Gaffigan," she said.
I blinked and leaned in again and said, clearly: "You mean...Don't make a Jim Gaffe Again?"
It's old butt gold.
True story. My wife feeds a number of squirrels on our patio in back of our house. Has done this for years.
Coming home from the grocery store today, this was our conversation.
Her: The other day I saw an owl land in a tree near the back of our house. So I made noises to make the squirrels run and hide.
Me: Well, I'm sure the owl is just looking for three squirrel meals a day.
Her: GROAN...! I can't believe I set you up like that!
It was riveting.
I love the pitta patter of tiny Pete
Doesn't ring a bell.
I know that something bad is going to happen, I can feel it.
Dad: do you have any books on turtles? Librarian: hard backs? Dad: yeah with the little heads that go in and out.
He loves being in the limelight.
It was a pretty funny tangent, though
I could tell something was about to happen, I could feel it