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Ha! Very funny. Not so funny, if your name is Tim, of course. 🙂
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It’s Tom! It’s Tom I tell you!
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The one with the electrical doodad floating in the pool is scary!
I think I’m going to randomly start saying “no donut chicken parking” at people 😀
I think these Can’t brain ones are the best. I always look forward to them.
The man with the electrical socket in the pool has obviously never played the Tomb Raider game where Lara croft has to cross a room in a sinking ship. It’s full of water, and electrical wires hanging down into the water. You have to get across without landing in the water or you get fried.
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Yes. These always make me feel better about myself.
On the other hand, it is surprising that we haven’t yet become extinct…
We workin’ real hard at it though. I figger exstinktion is jus’ around da corner …
All of them made me laugh, but…not @$$ cold? Bwahahahaha…
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If I vacuum the yard, maybe that will keep my dogs from getting so dirty when they go outside. Thanks for the great idea, Bluebird!
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Poor Tim! What did he ever do to Union, NJ? On the other hand, that big white sure has a big smile…
It is definitely ass cold here this week. My poor dog just came in looking like a pupsickle.
That pool one 😵
That was my favourite one, too 😂. It’s too elaborate to be faked, right down to the personas of the people in the pool. Happy for them to receive some Darwin Awards!
There’s a joke about a guy that vacuums his driveway so his neighbors think he’s nuts and won’t bother him. Also, vacuuming the grass would add to that perception.
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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