People who don’t know the difference between etymology and entomology
bug me in ways for which I have no words.
People who don’t know the difference between etymology and entomology
bug me in ways for which I have no words.
Peruvian owls always hunt in pairs.
It’s because they are Inca hoots.
It’s going to be a long night.
Whatever you want. He can’t hear you.
Subordinate clauses.
A Christmess.
First you get a hairdryer…
Why do bees stay in their hives in the winter?
Swarm in there.
mmm
It brings gifts to our homes, gets busy around Christmas and is very eager for our cookies.
and, unfortunately, so did my parents.
I’ve been kidnapped three times today already.
But that’s a Wurst-Käse scenario.
Unfortunately, it was stollen.
But wait, there’s myrrh.
‘Tis the season to be jelly!
He has private elf care.
Who’s There?
Avery.
Avery who?
Avery merry Christmas to you!
Crisp Pringles.
Knock knock!
Who is it?
Knock knock!
Who is it?
Knock knock!
Who is it?
Knock knock!
Who is it?
I ALREADY TOLD YOU IT’S KNOCK KNOCK!
OK : )
Hey Shadow, you’ve seen my Rickroll gun?
Yes, Rick Astley.
OK, where?
Plenty of places, like your bag, your room, your car, your-
I meant today!
Then why didn’t you just say that?
…
Hey Rick, do you know of a 100% full-proof way to never get Rickrolled?
Well, Shadow, I have good and bad news: The good news is that I know of a 100% full-proof way to never be Rickrolled; the bad news is that this message contains a lie
What do reindeer use to decorate their antlers?
Hornaments.
Uplifting Christmas messages - not.
But don’t worry, be happy.
Depression: When the book ends in a cliffhanger and you realize the author hasn’t published anything in ten years.
More depression: When you tell a joke to your psychiatrist and instead of laughing, she starts taking notes.
Since it’s impossible to know what period of my life is the middle, I’ve decided to just have an ongoing crisis.
The human body is 60% water so really we’re just cucumbers with anxiety.
I just sent this to my native-German-speaking dad. Thanks!
Your teeth are like stars…
They come out at night.
Your nose is like a basketball…
It dribbles all over the floor.
If your nose runs and your feet smell…
You’re built upside down.
I know a guy who has three teeth on the top and two teeth on the bottom, for a total of five teeth.
It’s simple meth.
Your breath is like roses. Four Roses.
Alas, Peter Schickele passed away this year, who gave us:
For your hair is your crown…
…which you remove when you retire
And your breath is like down…
…wind of a compost heap on fire
With your eyes black as nuns…
…like nuns they cross themselves each day
And your face like the suns…
…set over Pittsburgh, USA…
Neither. Use a candle.
It was a whey in a manger.
so he asked his mother. His mother replied, ‘Well, I can’t afford one so you’ll just have to go ask the baby Jesus.’
The boy went to his room, got a stack of refill and a pen and began writing: ‘Dear Baby Jesus, I’ve been good all year, can you please give me a bike for Christmas.’
Then he looked at it and thought maybe that wasn’t entirely true, so he tried again.
‘Dear Baby Jesus, I’ve been good for the past week, can you please give me a bike for Christmas.’
Then he looked at it again and still wasn’t sure if that was true, so he tried yet again.
‘Dear Baby Jesus, if you give me a bike, I’ll be good all year.’
But even then that seemed too hard, so he took a walk outside to think about it.
As he was walking, he saw his neighbour’s statue of Mother Mary. The boy hopped over the fence, tucked it under his shoulder and ran home to hide it.
Then wrote his letter again.
‘Dear Baby Jesus, if you ever want to see your mother again, give me a bike.’
It’s a gift.
Every time he went out he got plowed.
“…so I stole a bike, and asked for forgiveness.”