3-year-old: We had to color inside the lines the WHOLE time. Me: 3-year-old: I need to lie down.
A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face. The egg, looking a bit ticked off, grabs the sheet, rolls over and says... "Well, I guess we finally answered THAT question!"
She kept on sitting on Pinocchio's face yelling "Lie to me... lie to me!"
What I mean: "I'm off to smoke a bowl in my car so I can deal with all of you."
You need to cul de sac.
3-year-old: NOTHING! Phew! she's already a woman
Not yet," she replied
The color. Yes, this is an anti-joke. Downvote please.
In case you hadn't noticed, the color of the wind is 'blew.' Water always looks 'wet' to me. Dirt is oviously 'dirty.' Soup seems 'soupy.' If you can't find those Crayons in your box, contact CRAYOLA.
Cocaine Edit:spelling
Me mumbling: Treason stuff. Cop: Louder for the microphone. Me: Trees 'n' stuff. Gardening.
Don't ask me...I just fly the drones!
I don't know man. I just fly the drones.