Will You Be My Girlfriend Puns

Tea leaves

Then, I saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow.

It was addressed, 'Dad'.

With the worst premonition, I opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands:

"Dear, Dad.

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you.

I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

I've been finding real passion with Stacy.

She is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing's, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am.

But it's not only the passion, Dad.

She's pregnant.

Stacy said that we will be very happy.

She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.

We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone.

We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so that Stacy can get better.

She sure deserves it!

Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your many grandchildren.

Love, your son, Joshua.

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true.

I'm over at Jason's house.

I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on the kitchen table.

Call when it is safe for me to come home!"

HI I’m Tim the turtle, yes a real turtle. And I would like to tell you the story of my best friend. I once had a friend by the name of Sam. Sam of course was a clam. A real live honest to goodness clam. He was my best buddy, but unfortunately he smoked and drank and ran around with loose women (and a few men). I was more of the goodie two shoes type. I never drank, never smoked, I didn’t even swear. But for some reason Sam and I were the best of friends. I guess you can say we were the epitome of opposites attracting. One day as we were hanging out walking along the beach Sam, after his fifth cigarette in a row, had a heart attack and died. I was heart broken. My best friend died right there in front of me and he never repented his evil ways. I was sure he would spend eternity in damnation. Sigh. Being the goodie two shoes type I was still extremely healthy well into my old age. I missed my friend terribly for many years. On his birthday I would host a party and invite his old stripper girlfriends and poker buddies around to relive stories. It was always a fun evening, but in the end left me more lonely than before. Eventually, my broken heart couldn’t stand it anymore and I too died. I was pleased to find that there was a heaven. Being an almost saint I was whisked directly past the line to the Pearly Gates to be greeted by St. Peter. A big grin erupted on his face and he came right around his desk to give me a great big hug. “Tim”, he said, “You have been such a good person back on earth that God has asked me to grant you any wish you would like before even entering heaven”. To say I was flabbergasted is an understatement. I thought for a minute, I guess God expected me to ask for more time on earth, but I knew what I really wanted to do was to visit with my old friend Sam. So I asked. Poor St. Peter didn’t know what to say. You know Sam is in Hell right? Well I knew that was a strong possibility so I wasn’t surprised. Peter excused himself for a while and went to check with the big guy himself. He was gone quite some time, but eventually he returned. Peter said my request was approved, but under a few conditions. First, I would have to carry a golden harp as a passport back into heaven. This harp could only be carried by a good soul so I couldn’t be replaced by a look alike demon. Second, I would have to return by midnight. God didn’t want me to face too much temptation. I agreed to these conditions and took the highway down to hell. (Nope n

Hi /r/dadjokes. My girlfriend, who am still love, left me yesterday. My wolrd is just being destroy. Even if the separation goes great, I will lose my daughter for days at the time. I can't stand that I won't be there with her every day, every morning when she wakes up.

Anyway. I don't want to bother you to much. It's just that /r/dadjokes is my favorite sub. I think I need some laugh. So here it goes, dads, do your magics.

--->I'm sad<---

I ask my girlfriend, "Do you think Castro will be cremated or buried?"

She says, "I couldn't care less why what do you think?"

I reply, "Probably cremated, people love to smoke Cubans."

"What did Frankenstein say to his girlfriend?"

"Will you be my Valenstein?"

I'm away at college now but he never fails to send me a few dad jokes!

My girlfriend has been putting a lot of work into her current masters program and is under a lot of stress.

We decided it would be a good idea to get out of the house but weren't sure where we would go.

The inner dad inside me pulled out this line, "Why don't we go to the new hookah bar to blow off some steam."

I was very proud and decided to share with you folks. I will now continue to reiterate this story to everyone I see today.

Backstory: My girlfriend, whom I will call Caitlin, is an archeologist, and we were sitting in the doctor's office. She was receiving information from a nurse about a new medication she was being prescribed.

Nurse: You don't do anything with bird poop, do you?

Caitlin: No.

Me: Well, Caitlin, looks like no more bird poop for you.

Nurse: Yeah, you'll have to quit cold turkey.

I was impressed.