The kid behind the counter said, sorry we only take cash or credit cards
I got a little behind in my work
Never take quartz for granite.
Because that would be in cider trading
Our ancestors called it the prime-ore-deal soup
(Banana for scale)
Turns out he was in cider trading
He invited Lois Lane to visit. Her plane was late, and she called the house to ask directions. He answered and told her:
"Take the last train to Clark's villa, and I'll meet you at the station."
Best trade ever.
She said that I wasn't wired for it.....
Pho Ton Torpedoes.
(A consequence of reading a front page post about the sale to Taiwan while watching ST:TNG.)
It's been quite a shift.
Did you hear about the red-headed cookie that broke it’s leg?
Did you hear about the cookie that quietly laughs at other cookies’ drawings?
Did you hear about the dessert that got cast in the bakery’s reboot of Indiana Jones: The Temple of Doom?
Did you hear about the friends the zombies are making in heaven?
Did you hear about the Mushroom Kingdom princess that abdicated the throne to pursue the shoe repair trade?
Did you hear about the 49th state in the Union legalizing recreational marijuana?
Did you hear about the Bavarian teacher that filled up her blackboard every day?
Did you hear about the hip New York hotspots for citrus fruits?
Did you hear about the mother's sister that really likes her nieces and nephews?
Did you hear about people wagering money on a boxing match in the Arctic between a heavyweight champ and raspberries?
I want the best bang for my buck
And now it's All We'll Drive!
Seriously, give me back my thumbs
It was a lemon.
I need to go on a power trip.
Just from the first sentence, I knew he meant business.
I just got an 84-inch screen TV for my family. Not gonna lie, it was a pretty good trade.
Once upon a time there were numerous tribes in a jungle. Each tribe struggled to survive, and over time and as skills evolved, tribes began to trade goods with each other. One tribe learned the skills of architecture, and traded designs for safe grass houses with neighboring tribes for other necessities, such as food. Over time, the tribe grew quite rich, and without the need for goods the chief of the tribe demanded payment in the form of a tribute, an ornate throne. Over time the number of thrones the chief owned grew more and more numerous, so he had a great multi-story grass house built to store all of his thrones. One day, the weight of the thrones became so much the house collapsed, killing the chief. The moral of the story is… wait for it…
He who lives in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.
the one of the president of the united states is definitely my trump card
Because she's a master of nun.
He needed Mordors
He's so gull-able!
They eventually reconciled after I got a promotion, but still consider me as a meh-son.
So I’m starting a lumbar support group.
I have a Monday or Wednesday I can trade you for an extra Saturday or Sunday.
She was arrested for pasta-tution
My wife hit the roof
It was the best trade I've ever made.
I got a gun for my wife....................
It was a GOOD trade!!!