Me: How do you know what weed smells like! Busted, mister! You're grounded for a week. Dad: Okaayy
I don't know, but it sure can wash a lot of dishes.
After the last dog they just ate.
Mom: It's a private caller. Dad: Don't answer that. We only pick up for ranks Lieutenant Caller and higher.
Scratching at the inside of her coffin. Courtesy of my dad.
So the can smell like big girls!
They can both smell it, but they can't taste it.
The Lakers. (Laker fan here. Sorry prob would have been more appropriate last week during the finals.) Edit: I heard this some where the other day. I can't take credit for the joke.
Studying their Miranda Rights.
Pothead plants.
Han So-high.
There close to the ground.
Because he was grounded.
The W. Yeah my dad just busted this joke on me.
He was trying to bust a move
