Another day older and a-deeper in debt.
Me: so what brought you to the states?
Him: An airplane.
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Two thirty
I said, βAwesome. What type is it?β
He said, β Two thirty.β
at two-thirty
Two thirty.
Bf's dad: Did you know that every can of beans only has two hundred and thirty nine beans?
Me: Oh really?
Bf's dad: Yeah, if there were one more they'd be too farty.
...Didn't even see that one comin'.
It's two thirty.
My dad said this every single day.
Talking to a co-worker and she asks what time it is
"Time to go to the dentist"
"What? Why's that?"
"Well, its two-thirty, isn't it"
The shrivelling look of disapproval I got was a true honour.
Me: Two thirty Him: Well go to the dentist then!
"I need to book an appointment asap, its about an ongoing toothache"
"Thats fine sir, the earliest we have is at 11 am Tuesday if thats ok with you?"
Dad- "Are you sure you heard me correctly? I said toothache, I need the appropriate time slot for that type of appointment,"
"What do you mean sir? What would be your preferred time and I can see if there's an availability"
Dad- "Two-thirty"
So, I work with a woman named Libby who is finally retiring in two days. It's no secret that she has a crush on Dwayne Johnson, so as a parting gift/joke some other coworkers bought a figurine, a wall poster, and a life-size cardboard cutout of him and put them at her desk.
When I was visiting her, her manager swung by to see her 'guest,' and he asked if the celebrity was going to be staying in the office. Libby said "Oh no no--he's coming home with me!" He says, "Huh. I thought the pet rock fad died out thirty years ago."
He tried to play it cool, but it was pretty easy to tell that he was absolutely tickled with himself.
My girlfriend had her wisdom teeth removed yesterday, and last night she accidentally woke me up as she was reaching to take another Vicodin, since the pain in her jaw had woken her up. We were both in a daze, still half asleep.
- Me: What time is it...?
- Her: Ummmm... 2:30 [AM].
- Me: Oh... ... I guess that makes sense...
- Her: ...What...?
- Me: It's two thirty... tooth... hurty...
- Her: ...go to sleep.
I was impressed my wits were still razor sharp in the wee hours of the morning!
Two thirty?
