One asked the other “What type of music do you like?” The other replied “Well I’m a big metal fan”
…and he’s only allowed to say two words every ten years After the first decade, he goes to the father to say his two words Monk: “bed hard” Father: “okay, I’ll make some changes” Another decade goes by and the monk sees the father Monk: “food bad” Father: “okay, I’ll made some changes” After a third decade, the monk sees the father again Monk: “I quit” Father: “good, because all you’ve done is bitch since you got here”
We recycle our material every fucking day.
but later decided to let it go.
And I'll fucking do it again.
That spoke volumes.
The head nun tells the two new nuns that they have to paint their room without getting any paint on their clothes.
So the one nun says to the other, "Hey, let's take all our clothes off, fold them up, and lock the door. That way we won’t get paint on our clothes and can move more freely to get the job done faster. So they do this, and begin painting their room. Soon they hear a knock at the door. They ask, "Who is it?" "Blind man!" The nuns look at each other, then one nun says, "He's blind, he can't see. What could it hurt." They let him in. The blind man walks in and says, "Hey, nice t*ts. Where do you want me to hang the blinds?"
At least he told us to be positive.
I said fine! slam the door on my cock on the way out
The rule, as she explained it, was that in order to determine if a particular comment was appropriate to say to a woman, first ask yourself, 'Would I be comfortable saying this to Dwayne Johnson?' If not, don't say it. I thought this sounded like a good rule. So I told her: "Your chest is fucking epic."
We can all be Karen's in our own ways. I just realized I'm a computer Karen. Every time something is taking too long, or the slightest inconvenience happens, I immediately want to see the task manager. *sorry*
I said great! don't forget to slam the door on my cock on the way out Edit: Thanks for the gold, kind door slammer.
It was absolutely ribbiting
At first, I thought she was joking. But then I saw her face…
His name was Sir Render.
"No, the regular kind."
She said yes, so I ran my finger across her lip and that's how the fight started.
My friend claims that he “accidentally” glued himself to his autobiography, but I don’t believe him.
But that’s his story, and he’s sticking to it.
Keeps calling it a hippo potty myth
Because they do everything single-handedly.
Because change comes from within.
The dad said," They are made at a mint with a press". Then the child responded," That makes cents".
I think I’m being stalked…
But it's hard to say…