Whoaaaa MAN.

[putting on sunglasses]

[lighting groovy cigarette]

[signalling groovy bass player to start groovy bass music]

CAKE!

So sad, bra.

Standing like Santa,

Grilling like gangsta...

I wonder who gives out more
COAL.

[whispering]

As the ephemeral frigidity succumbs to day's full wrath...

My cone melts.

CAKE!

Sad.
Cake.

Dripping like mad

Come back to my pad

I'll make you
a
sprinkle
surprise.

Hey Jane, hand me
that shovel.

Why's it always have to be snakes?

Popsicle.

IN MY FACE.

[blows out candle]

Thanks to Kristin and Gary H., Ashley B., Ellen M., Mab R., Wendy H., Rachel J., & Margot V. We're all snapping our fingers in your direction.

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P.S. In case this post wasn't painful enough:

Exceptionally Bad Dad Jokes

There are a lot of "dad joke" books out there, but this one has awesome ratings AND the word "spiffing" on the cover, so it's a clear winner.

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And from my other blog, Epbot: