If your dad knew how you were acting he'd roll over in his gravy
Waiter: Well you know how slow turtles are.
She only puckers up for her pacifier.
Say "No. That's my dad." Then storm off.
I don't know, but my Dad said it was a mistake.
He took a forrest dump.
Not even, homes
420 raze it!
Grave-y!
Me: I followed the directions. 20 minutes a pound at 325 degrees. I weigh 175 pounds!
Dad: GO ASK YOUR MOTHER!
SLOW CHILDREN PLAYING
Because he overcame the dark side
My bad knee is acting up again. *knee robs a gas station*
Gravy
ME: *nodding and sniffing myself* Mashed potatoes with gravy.
