For dad-jokers in training this is a treasure trove. I’m not joking. These go by pretty quick, but I think they’re all in reasonable taste.
For dad-jokers in training this is a treasure trove. I’m not joking. These go by pretty quick, but I think they’re all in reasonable taste.
Even with teenagers, substitute the words ‘shower’ and ‘shopping’ and you get these reactions. Consistently. For years. And years. And years. Maybe decades. At least two.
With his new ‘P’ plates Peter asked for the key to the Commodore to go to band practice. I gave the time-honored reply ‘Not the Commodore, I just vacuumed the glove box!’ Peter’s mother gave him her key.
Peter, our driver for stage one of our trip to Adelaide.