Fools, the lot of you. I leave my cheese on the rocky shores of Ol’ Merry Bertha near the concrete jetties of man. There, the sweet mother deep slices my cheese with her sharp, salty caress, leaving my belly full and satisfied.
You fancy people, I use rock, rock never fail.
BoosBeau@lemmy.world 2 days ago
PeriodicallyPedantic@lemmy.ca 2 days ago
We all have knives built into our mouths, we could just be using those!
clif@lemmy.world 2 days ago
Biggest rock is best rock.
I still use this joke any time rocks or size comes up in conversation but it’s so old that nobody ever gets it and they just look at me like I had a stroke.
Aeao@lemmy.world 2 days ago
I for one hadn’t seen that until now. It was funny. New joke is best joke.