The competition was declared a tie.
She gave me a hug.
They are puller opposites.
When the arrive they are asked what bloodtypes they have.
The priest thinks and says “I believe I am a type A positive”
The minister says“I’m quite certain I'm a type B negative”
The rabbit tugs on his beard and thoughtfully says “I think I’m a type O”
They couldn't pull it together.
Pulled pork.
You’re pulling my leg.
My grandmother was a master of crochet. She told me when she was younger the lady’s would have crochet contests. They were so big and competitive the “crochet games” had to be held in a gym. There were different rules for different styles of crochet. I asked her how does someone play gym crochet? She told me usually on a record player.
I’m a frayed knot.
Pulled pork!
I was giving him a shoulder ride, and he was fidgeting, tugging my hair etc.
I asked him "what's up buddy"
He threw both hands into the air (dw I was holding his ankles) and shouted "Me" with a huge grin on his face.
A reporter once asked Tug if he preferred playing on grass or Astroturf
Tug's response: "I don't know, I've never smoked Astroturf"
and so do I
Damn near poked my eye out.
My daughter woke me around 11:50pm last night. My wife and I picked her up from her friend Sally’s birthday party, brought her home and put her to bed. My wife went to the bedroom to read and I fell asleep watching basketball.
“Daddy”, she whispered tugging my shirt.
“Guess how old I’ll be next month?”
“I don’t know, honey.” I said as I slipped on my glasses. “How old?”
She smiled and held up 4 fingers.
It’s now 7:30am. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
Thankfully the tug boats pulled it off.
Once upon a time there were three little pigs, Pork Chop, Hambone, and Bacon.
The boys lived at home with their mother. One day their mother said, “I no longer have enough food to feed you boys, you need to go out on your own and find your fortunes.”
Not wanting to upset their mother they left the house together to seek their fortunes.
Several miles into their journey Bacon, the little pig everyone liked best, said, “Let’s build our houses here! This seems like a great place to start making our fortunes.”
Pork Chop and Hambone agreed. So they all began building their houses.
Pork Chop, the laziest of the bunch, decided to build his house out of straw, which he apparently stole from a nearby field. It was not a very sturdy building material, but Pork Chop didn’t care. All he wanted to do was play all day, and he didn’t want to spend too much time building.
Hambone was willing to work a bit harder and he decided to build his house out of sticks which he procured by de-limbing every tree within a 300 meter radius of their homestead.
Hambone and Pork Chop were happy. Now all they had to do was to play and sleep the rest of the day.
Now Bacon was a hard worker. He knew that his brothers had used bad materials and shoddy construction methods and he wanted to build the best house he could. He found several tons of bricks stacked in neatly ordered pallets in the forest which he decided to use for his building material. It took him several days, but when he was done Bacon had the best house on the homestead.
The next day a wolf, Scott Howard, happened upon the pig brothers and their new homestead. He spied the straw house and smelled Pork Chop inside and began to think to himself that Pork Chop would make a mighty fine meal, so Scott went and knocked on the door.
Scott said, “Little Pig! Little Pig! Let me in!”
Pork Chop replied, “No way José! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!”
Scott, undeterred by the reply says, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your crappy straw house to the ground!”
Scott began to huff and puff. He was evidently having some sort of asthma attack, but after a few tugs from his handy dandy rescue inhaler, he was able to muster enough wind to blow Pork Chops straw house to the ground.
Pork Chop narrowly escaped Scott’s massive jaws. Scared, and now homeless, Pork Chop ran for the nearest shelter he could see. Hambone’s house.
Scott, undeterred, chased Pork Chop to his new hiding place. Scott was very pleas
... keep reading on reddit ➡We are trying to get up a little earlier so our mornings aren't so stressed. My son was not waking up no matter how many times I poked and tugged at him.
I said "Come on son time to get up." He kind of stirred, I continued, "Remember we said we were going to start waking up a little earlier so we are not "rushin" in the morning?"
He rolled over and said "Nyet!" then went back to sleep.
** thanks for the up votes! Edited out the "g" from rushing, and added bold and italics to make it easier!
Mom starts playing showing off her arms to oldest son (I assume) says "you wish you had these muscles". Kid then proceeds to show of abs apparently.
Mom: that's impressive.
Dad: "you think that's impressive..?" tugs at his shorts
Family: 😐
Needless to say the whole place seem to fill with laughter at the expense of this poor boy.
At the job interview, the manager of the company greeted the applicant and upon noticing his facial hair, promptly asked the man how attached he was to the beard.
The man, tugging on his facial hair, replied “very.”
is that me and my wife both enjoy tug-of-war
Pulled Pork
