Quit beading up on me!
But it's such a rip off.
"Foiled again!"
I was asking my mum if the apples we bought were waxed or natural and she said this disgustingly horrible dadjoke "Well, you don't see any hair on them."
I’m really worried she won’t be able to pull it off.
It was a ripoff.
It's about to get ugly out there.
Stay safe.
1 .
2 .
No hard fillings.
It wax just a hunch.
...but it's just a phase.
She charged me 200 bucks. What a rip off merchant.
Icarus and Daedalus, after building wings of wax and feathers, took to the skies to escape the labyrinth of the Minoans. But, as the story goes, Icarus flew too close to the sun, and his wings melted.
As he dropped from the sky, Icarus said what any sane mortal would: "Help, I'm falling!"
Daedalus turned to his son, and before he could catch him, he uttered "Nice to meet you falling. I'm Dad-alus."
Because he wanted to give it a wax job.
My dad came up with this joke when he was little and he thinks it will go viral.
I don’t want to go nuts right away.
I think I was getting ahead of myself.
They can be real rip off.
Because it's groomless!
Instead of wax, he used paraffin.
She was talking to me about getting a Brazilian wax done.
Her:"This place only uses hard wax, which I found interesting. Sometimes they use hard and soft wax too."
Me:"I guess there is more than one way to skin a cat."
I received the best response a dadjoke can get... The Facepalm
Back a few decades, I was working in a program with a local college in the Middle East.
The name of the program for ExPats has the clever acronym of "IDEA" (hey, I said it was clever); which stands for "Inter-Departmental Educational Adjunct". It's interdepartmental because my particular specialty not only covers field geology but also paleontology and a bit of archeology thrown in for good measure. Everyone hopes to have a good IDEA...
ahem...
Well, we saddle up and head for the Dune Sea out in the west of the country, where the Precambrian, Cambrian, Silurian, Cretaceous, Pliocene, Pleistocene, and Holocene crop out and access is relatively easy and non-injurious.
Well, we caravan out, some 30 Land Cruisers, Nissan patrol, and the odd Mitsubishi Galloper strong. We all get our maps, compasses and split up into 5 or 6 special interest groups ("SIG's"); where each IDEA has his own GPS and LIDAR laser ranging apparatus. Reason being, that there are very few benchmarks out in the desert, and even those are constantly at the mercy of the shifting and ever-blowing sands.
Since we're split into groups and at any one time, ranging up to and including some 50 km2, when a real find is located, a device called the "DIME" (Digital-Interface Monitor Encoder) is attached and programmed into the GPS for location later; it is a digital sort of low-frequency transponder, developed from technology used by offshore drillers and jacket setters where benchmarks are even more transitory.
The way it works is rather simple. When something is to be marked for later retrieval, a series of wooden posts are pounded in a triangular manner around the find and the DIME is set, programmed with the GPS and attached to one or more of the posts.
That's the theory, at least.
Everything works well, especially all the hardened electronics and computer gizmos, but attaching the DIME to the stakes is the real problem. It can't be nailed, screwed or fastened with any sort of metal contrivance as that farkles the magnetic field and causes all sorts of goofy spurious signals. Zip ties don't last long in the heat and duct tape is right out. Many sites have been lost to the shifting sands this way.
Velcro doesn't work too well, as the sand fills the hooks of the receiving piece of velcro and soon renders it useless. String or fishing line work, but that's temporary (they melt). Glue or mastic are out as these are supposed to be temporary. Even plastic sleeves don't work due to the heat out
... keep reading on reddit ➡I told him, "Misterogyny".
Dad (me): Do you know what they call this? Son: What? -_- Dad: A waxing gibbous gown. Son: (shakes head) The doctor didn’t laugh when I told him.
He was driving; I was sitting shotgun. The moon in the sky was just a tiny sliver. I pondered out loud that "I wonder if it's waxing or waning." My dad said "waning? It's not even cwoudy!"
Don’t worry honey he’s just going through a phase.
Wax on, wax off
After parking in a lot next to a salon with a European Wax sign in the window... Me: "you should get a European wax." Her: "no, you should get your peen waxed."
It was all outta wax.
I don’t think she’ll be able to pull it off.
I’m nervous she won’t be able to pull it off.
I’m worried she won’t be able to pull it off.
I’m nervous she won’t be able to pull it off.
... it’s about to get ugly out there
He doesn't, he waxes.
