John-Paul KeatesReturning from prison, Tony Orlando listened to the regular pulse of the wheels.
He worried about what he’d find when he got home.
Drowsy, he spilled his coffee on the drunken pierced indigenous Canadian next to him.
Tyre mellow rhythm browned the holed soaked cree?
Yep.
#Lunchpun
ideaPDish@jpkeates@mastodon.social
So, when did this Dawn on you?
John-Paul Keates@ipd@universeodon.com Very good!
ideaPDish@jpkeates@mastodon.social
You got me started with all this fodder for dad jokes.
I tried my luck with standup, but kept being told to sit down. While sitting in my car and came up with the idea of drive by commedy.
I moved it to zoom, but that didn't work as well as twitter,. which was designed for one liners and dad jokes.
It was a marriage made... Like all good things, she was decaptivating and sold into slavery.. she became my Ex. Then some african hotten tot, turned her from hot to not and I lost my spot.
Now I'm here, where I can toot like noone is reading.
How'd did you get here?
I was born this way.