Oh geez, the woman outside of my office is clipping her nails now. Does anyone else work with someone who does this in public? I used to work with a guy who would suddenly start flossing his teeth while talking to you.
Two pieces of string walk into a bar and the bartender looks at them suspiciously. He says “Sorry, boys, we don’t serve your kind here.” So the pieces of string walk out again.
They’re sitting in the gutter outside and feeling really thirsty when one piece of string says “Hey! I’ve got an idea to get me into the bar.”
So he starts twisting and turning, wriggling this way and that, pulling out a few threads here and there. His mate’s looking at him and thinks he’s gone completely nuts.
Then the piece of string walks back into the bar. The bartender looks at him a little suspiciously again and says “Here, you’re not a bit of string, are you?”
The piece of string replies “No, I’m a frayed knot.”
ditto, re: the recipe, I also don’t like it when I have to send my ingredients on “long, thin trips”.
My favorite Far Side cartoon…”Hay Bar”
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Thats a great dad joke. I’m gonna try it on the kids.
Oh geez, the woman outside of my office is clipping her nails now. Does anyone else work with someone who does this in public? I used to work with a guy who would suddenly start flossing his teeth while talking to you.
CMU – Inspect?? That recipe sounds too fussy for my liking
With jokes like that, we might be the only ones at Floyd NY.
Oh alright, I’ll talk to you BRG! ; )
Two pieces of string walk into a bar and the bartender looks at them suspiciously. He says “Sorry, boys, we don’t serve your kind here.” So the pieces of string walk out again.
They’re sitting in the gutter outside and feeling really thirsty when one piece of string says “Hey! I’ve got an idea to get me into the bar.”
So he starts twisting and turning, wriggling this way and that, pulling out a few threads here and there. His mate’s looking at him and thinks he’s gone completely nuts.
Then the piece of string walks back into the bar. The bartender looks at him a little suspiciously again and says “Here, you’re not a bit of string, are you?”
The piece of string replies “No, I’m a frayed knot.”
Biff and I will be there, BRG.