Category Archives: Dad Jokes
I swear to blog, my dad made this joke about my first British sports car (and frankly, too close to the truth to be a joke.)
Look at that jerk with all the sweet moves. The chicks dig him. [Grabs hat and runs off the stage.] (Hat tip: Scissorhead Jimmy-T)
I mean, I hope it is a Dad Sign, otherwise that’s a tough room, tough crowd.
Dad’s emissions should be offsite in a locked up metal hut.
Please tell me this is at Salt ’n’ Pepa’s studio!