Category Archives: Bad Signs
Much to my shame, I can attest that this sign is here in Seattle, in the Wallingford neighborhood. Maybe this motherload will break the Dad Puns fever?
You know that someone’s dad fronted the money for the business on one condition.
That is our new 2020 dietary guidance. Seems fitting.
Sometimes it’s a Dad reading the sign.
I knew it! The little jerks are spies! IT GOES RIGHT TO THE TOP, SHEEPLE!!1!
I groaned so loud that the International Space Station reported a disturbance.
Groannn… But I really want to know about Karate Laundry!