I guess you could call that a punch line
It was a miner injury.
but turns out it was just a Fanta sea.
UBUNTU.
SurPise!
Knock Knock "who's there" Not Sally
They swing with alot of Force.
Immanuel Kan't.
The lumberjack looked up at the tree and paused saying "well, you may be a talking tree, but I'll see that you die a log!"
The lumberjack grinned and said: βAnd you will dialogue.β
but if you bump into one, it might start swinging.
Those were Goodyears
Well mine usually goes down the slide.
They didn't even bat an eye.
Thatβs why we βwatch the hours go biβ
The lunch bag of Notre Dame
I donβt what is so hard about it. Iβm a trapped peas artist.
A shop keeper asks him what he is doing and he replies "Taking a look around."
easier to get a head
We opened for The Doors
"Who was that?" asked my wife.
"Just some drunk asking for a push." I grumbled.
"Did you help him?" she asked.
"No, I did NOT! It's 3am and it's pouring rain!"
"Well, you've a short memory." she said. "Don't you remember three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? You should be ashamed of yourself! Now get out there and help him!"
She had a point, and angrily, I got dressed and went out into the darkness, calling out, "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yes."
"Do you still need a push?"
"Yes please."
"Where are you?"
"Over here...on the swing."
...neither did she
...a meringue-utan
Because it's bipolar
I go back and forth on them.
But theyβre Knopfler me
the bipolar express
A tumbler!
Kid: why?
Dad: because she had no arms!
Kid: laughs youβre so funny dad
Dad: hereβs another... knock knock!
Kid: whoβs there??
Dad: NOT SALLY!
Kid: ....
Acro-bats!
They call it the Nintendo Wheeeeeeeeeee!
Unfortunately, I live in a swing state.
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 Trevorβs 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.
Trevorsβs 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 Trevorβs front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasnβt keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
βWellβ said Jeff, βAs Iβm sure you know the convention comes to town laterβ.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
βYes of courseβ replied Trevor
... keep reading on reddit β‘That's the punch line.
That's the punch line.
The lumberjack grinned, βAnd you will dialogue!"
Not Sally
because she has no arms.
Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
Not Sarah.
The lunch bag of Notre Dame
She had no arms.
Knock knock
Who's there?
Not Sarah.
She didn't have any arms..
Neither did she.
