Me *dying* no, no, no, I can’t join the afterlife with these on
Wife: What the hell is that noise?
Son: I think that ghost is wearing flip flops
Before my surgery, the anesthetist offered to use knockout gas or whack me over the head with a canoe paddle. It was an ether/oar situation.
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Me: Summon an elder god to wreak havoc on our enemies!
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Me: I’ll have the chicken
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Me: I dunno… maybe just tell it about the circle of life and how nothing lives forever
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Bear: I have a great idea! We just sleep until spring.
Goose: Wanna hear migrate idea?
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Me: *pulling away* suck it, cop!
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