You will get tired. And if you run behind a car, you will get exhausted.
I know because I kept a log
One of them is left leaning, and the other one is right leaning.
They’re so full of themselves
A boy: A chair, hahaha, nice try gran- Grandpa: It's your dog, he is dead Jimmy
Because they never turn their back on family
These are the pie rates of the Caribbean.
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It runs in my jeans.
Student: “Hey can you check this to see if it’s right?” Student hands me their writing. Me, holding their paper upside down: “well, first of all, it’s written upside down.” And then I give it back to them and walk away as if nothing happened.
Then I thought to myself no, it doesn't.
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk.
I said, "That's a weird name for an author."
Ones a crusty bus station and the other is a busty crustacean.
The manager of a large office noticed a new man one day and told him to come into his office. “What’s your name?” he asked the new guy. “John,” the new guy replied. The manager scowled, “Look… I don’t know what kind of a namby-pamby place you worked at before, but I don’t call anyone by his or her first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my employees by their last name only … Smith, Jones, Baker .… That’s all. I am to be referred to only as Mr. Robertson. Now that we got that straight, what’s your last name?” The new guy sighed, “Darling. My name is John Darling.” “Okay John, the next thing I want to tell you is . . .”
I hate it so much that I work there seven days a week.
As he was dying he kept telling us "be positive, be positive!" But it's gonna be really hard without him.
Just look for the fresh prints.
and sometimes Mayo neighs.
One says to the other, “Do you know how to drive this thing?”
In fact, I think I'm gonna rub one out
1, 2, 3, 95, 98, NT, 2000, ME, XP, Vista, 7, 8,10.
But now it’s all water under the fridge.
Really, I was quite lucky my older brother told me about it.
She kept screaming “I’m Wei Tu Yung”. Like I was supposed to know the name.
Because the p is silent.
It’s like shooting fish in apparel…
Let's go ride bikes!
But, it was already Taken.
I just can’t deal with this any more.
You go in just to see what's new and come out with 10 plates 3 cups and a pair of socks.
He will be rolling in his grave.