I asked the zookeeper whether they ever fight. He said, "Rarely."
I asked what happens when they do.
"We get another sheep."
He said, “Thanks, that means a lot.”
Their son saw him heading up the sidewalk and cried out “Mom - daddy’s walking to the door and he has a Purple Heart on!” Sally said, “I don’t care what color it is. Run over to the neighbor’s and stay there for a few hours!”
But now the difference comes naturally.
A faux pair.
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It's a bit loud, but at least there are no more feedings, trips to the vet, or poop walks in the rain and snow!
The only problem is that some of the neighbors are afraid of robo mutt: They don't seem to understand that its bark is worse than its byte.
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The farmer was surprised, but said "Sure."
The donkey took the fur and trimmings and crafred a tiny donkey doll out of them. Seeing this, the farmer burst out laughing and the embarrassed and humiliated donkey ran home crying.
When he got back to the stable, his wife asked him what was wrong. Sobbing, the donkey said, "The farmer was laughing at me: I made an ass of myself in front of him!"
I was not amused when I got a pop-up ad from a crematorium later that day.
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For almost half an hour she lectured me about animal cruelty and scientific ethics.
I thought she was overreacting and that the seal would be fine with an extra electron.
Push him down an alp.
Unfortunately, their family reunions turned out to be near-extinction events: Too many auntie bacteria there.
I still do, but I also used to too.
When my date complimented me on having a suntanned penis, I didn’t have the heart to tell her it was actually rust.
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I don't get it. If I was already too fat with just breakfast, lunch, and dinner I don't see how having six more every day will help!
Hand eyeeeee-eyeeeee-eyeeeee