It seems that with the two of us running this blog, we have no way to resolve disputes. Therefore, I am introducing a new cartoon character to the cast. Say Hello to Pat.
Pat will be a valuable addition to our group… and a tie breaker.
That is Pat, your new co-equal cartoon character. Pat is now sharing the responsibility of protecting the high quality of the humor on the blog.
No, it’s not. Pat is a real cartoon character, with opinions and ideas… and a vote.
Um….. maybe…..
Hey! I thought that we decided not to put any more Dad jokes on the blog!
Well, I vote for NO dad jokes.
Fine!
So that’s that.
We are done!
The voting is done.
Um. Aren’t you going to complete the joke?
Oh. I see….. Well.
As long as you already started it, you might as well go ahead and, you know, finish the joke.
Oh, c’mon…. you can’t just drop it like that.
Waddaya want me to beg? Let’s go! What invention was more important than the first telephone?
Gak! I don’t believe that you actually tricked me into that.
For the last two or three years I have been making my own bagels. It takes me about 3 1/2 hours to make a half dozen bagels, and they cost at least as much as the bagels you can buy in the store.
So, why on Earth would I make them?
Well, for a few weeks life was getting in the way of bagels, you know, cars break down, appliances break down… There just wasn’t time to make bagels.
So I bought some bagels from the supermarket to get by until I could get back to making my own.
Then, one Saturday I sliced open one of my supermarket “Cinnamon and Raisin” bagels and here is what I saw.
Your homework assignment is to count the raisins that you see in that bagel.
Done? I bet it didn’t take long. That’s a cinnamon flavored dinner roll.
Last week I finally found time to make some of my own bagels, and when I sliced one of them open on Saturday, here is what I saw.
I don’t think that I have to give you an assignment on this one. As they say in the song, “One of these things is not like the other.”
I won’t mention the brand of bagels that I found in the supermarket, but it rhymes with “promises”.
DG and I have decided to call a halt to the conflict about who is running this blog. We have decided that we will be co-contributors to the blog. Hence, we have signed a truce.
Well you signed it with a cartoon character signature. What’s good enough for you is good enough for me.
But, whatever, I aim to please, so here you go.
Ya, well this is the internet, and that’s a dangerous place to post such things, so that’s all you’re going to get. Deal with it.
Ya ya! Spoil sport.
Wait a minute. What’s this new trick?
You’re just thinking the dad jokes into the blog?
That’s not right. You can’t just think dad jokes into the blog!
DG is still going at it….
Enough is enough.
That ought to take care of it.
I shouted “Stop,” “Desist” and “Whoa”—
But DG, he would not let go. *
DG continues to “improve” this blog with his Dad jokes.
I don’t know.
Yikes.
I don’t know.
Groan.
Yeah?
I don’t know how I am going to survive this. I hope it’s over soon.
*Sincere apologies to the late great Shel Silverstein for butchering his Yipiyuk.
DG has now taken over running this blog. Let’s see what he can do.
Hey, DG, what have you come up with?
Oh no. Come on! Dad jokes?
Noooo no no no. We are not doing Dad jokes.
Sigh.
I don’t know. What do you call a fake noodle?
Ahhhhh! That is so bad. Please stop.
No no no no.
Can we just stop now?
I don’t know. Where to pirates get their hooks?
Groan.
I think the hit counter just went down.
