It was ribbeting
Turns out he’s a tad polish
It’s going to be directed by Tinten Quarantino.
does that make you a tad pole?
He was a tad Pole.
So my mom asked my dad about a family friend who is having a baby, she asked what his name was gunna be and after some mild mom research she figures out his name is Finley. Without hesitation my dad says “well, at least he’s going to be a hell of a swimmer” and I’ll be damned if I didn’t look at him and giggle a tad.
Tommy proudly answered, "North, South and Tad!"
He said that made him a tad Pole…
He discovered he was a tad Polish.
I don't really know, but I think they are a tad polish.
I have a course in religious symbols at university, and we had an assignment to go around town and take pictures of random religious symbols we would stumble over. Next lecture the Professor had made a collection of the best pictures into a powerpoint and we were to spend two hours analyzing them.
After about an hour we came to this picture of a wiccan pentagram in the window above a animalshelter, and the professor asked: "Why do you think this is here?" before I even had time to think, and stop my self I bursted: Maybe a dyslectic thought it was a PETAgram?
Alot of bored students life got a tad more depressing after that...
Well he’s a tad-polish
It came back a tad Polish.
It was "paper-view!"
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Unfortunately it seemed a tad informal. If it wasn't accurate, I guess it was just "Pulp Fiction"
and fall down, in the water, in the frogspawn. The first branch says: 'I feel so sticky...' The other says: 'Really? I just feel a tad pole...'
So me and my Dad were skyping as I live in Canada when he pulls this on me
Me: So I am going to be making Ham and Scalloped potatoes tonight
Dad: Oh yea, thats nice
Me: Yup, Ham seems to be going cheap right now so I picked up a nice one.
Dad: What the hell is wrong with your pigs over there. In England its usually the birds that go cheep cheep and the pigs go oink.
Me: Dad, you have problems.
Dad: What you talking about, you're the one with the clucking pigs I think your situation is a tad worse then mine.
Me: sigh You're hopeless.
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 was sitting next to my mother on Saturday and we were discussing our schedule for the event we were attending. Since neither of us could remember what we had signed up for, I decided to check the sent mail folder on my phone. As it turns out, I hadn't checked that folder since September of last year. My mother, who is a tad OCD about things being up to date, looked at me completely appalled:
Mom: You haven't checked your smell since September? Me: Wait, what? Mom: You know, your sent?
Needless to say, I was very proud once I got over the shock.
