"Hey man so I was walking trough the forest yesterday and I came across this complete freak. He was laughably tall and thin and wore a suit in the woods like a weirdo. I'm certain he's some kind of psycho stalker."

"That's slander, man."

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πŸ‘€︎ u/Slashycent
πŸ“…︎ Apr 24 2021
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What did one cow say to the other cow at the feeding trough?

Mooooooooooove over pal I’m tryin’ to eat here

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πŸ‘€︎ u/condadk
πŸ“…︎ Sep 26 2020
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Why is diarrhea hedetary?

Because it runs trough your jeans!

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πŸ‘€︎ u/DaGamer5T3
πŸ“…︎ Mar 30 2020
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You know wavelengths are always hungry.

Because they go from trough to trough.

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πŸ‘€︎ u/HeinousHermitCrab
πŸ“…︎ Nov 17 2019
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If I had known that this subreddit existed, I would've shared the tale of Brown Paper Bart with you long ago.

A man is riding his horse through the desert, and, well, he starts to get thirsty. He sees a small town off in the distance, so he sets off in that direction to get some water for his horse and some whiskey for hisself.

Well, as he gets into that little town he starts to notice something peculiar. Not a soul is out. Sun's setting, but still plenty of light. Water in the horse troughs tells him it ain't a ghost town, but folks ain't comin' out for some reason.

Now, as soon as he turns onto the town's main street, he sees a soberin' sight; the sheriff, on a ladder, hammering the last nail into a brand new gallows. He sidles his horse on up to the sheriff and says, "Pardon me sheriff. I don't mean to pry, but pray tell, who're them gallows fer?"

The sheriff looks around, surprised to see someone out. He steps down, takes off his hat and scratches the back of his head thoughtfully, before replying, "Well, I reckon you must be a stranger in these parts. I reckon then that you ain't never heard of Brown Paper Bart. Anyway, we're lynchin' him come sunrise."

"Brown Paper Bart? I reckon not, sheriff. That's a mighty peculiar name, pray tell, whaddaya call him Brown Paper Bart fer?"

"Wayill, I reckon we call him Brown Paper Bart on account 'a the fact that everything he wears is made a' brown paper. His hat's made a' brown paper, his boots is made a' brown paper. His chaps is made a' brown paper, his neckerchief's made a brown paper. Heck dang shoot, even his lunch bag is made a' brown paper!"

The man looks at the sheriff a moment, perplexed, before replying, "Well, sheriff, I reckon that's a mighty peculiar thing for a man to do, but that don't explain these brand new gallows. Pray tell, what're you lynchin' Brown Paper Bart fer?"

[Insert a dad-length pause here.]

"...Rustlin'."

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πŸ‘€︎ u/malenkylizards
πŸ“…︎ Jul 26 2013
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Teething bites.
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πŸ‘€︎ u/mikemol
πŸ“…︎ Sep 23 2014
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When I was younger I used to eat like a horse!

... yeah it was pretty awkward getting my head down in that trough.

Told to me by my 92 year-old neighbor/WW2 Navy veteran

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πŸ‘€︎ u/Kareem906
πŸ“…︎ Jan 10 2014
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