isadaioeu – v. to sleep on top of a refrigerator outdoors in Pennsylvania
muertov – n. cheese in the refrigerator that is orange. Except it was originally white.
Q: There are 500 bricks on a plane. One falls off. How many are left?
Q: What are the three steps to putting an elephant in a refrigerator?
A: Open fridge, put elephant in, close fridge.
Q: What are the four steps to putting a giraffe in a refrigerator?
A: Open fridge, take elephant out, put giraffe in, close fridge.
Q: The Lion King is having a birthday party. All the animals attend but one. Which animal is it and why?
A: Giraffe. He’s stuck in a refrigerator.
Q: Sally wants to cross an alligator infested river. There is no bridge and the only way she can get across is by swimming. She swims across and makes it to the other side safely. Why?
A: The alligators are all at the birthday party.
Q: Sally dies anyways. Why?
A: She got hit in the head by a flying brick.
ganiz – n. a retarded fridge that thinks the fridge should be a freezer too
malaky: And then I kill you.
malaky: I didn’t kill you yet. Come back to life.
Toby: *cast Life level 3*
malaky: now die.
malaky: Very well, now that you are dead, come back to life and discuss 19th Century politics with me.
Toby: *cast Life level 3*
malaky: The Whig Party: Why couldn’t they elect a president that would live?
Toby: It’s damn near impossible.
Toby: All of our presidents have been Masons.
Toby: Except Kennedy, who was killed for not being a Mason.
malaky: You bring a good point, but what did slavery have to do with it all?
Toby: Masons used to be all about slavery until they finally let African Americans become Masons. Then it was all over.
malaky: The downfall of humanity, you mean?
Toby: I’d say so.
malaky: Then let me ask this: Who made John Travolta a star?
Toby: I would imagine that was not an act of the Masons, but someone sold their soul for that one.
malaky: Wouldn’t that be two souls? The man came close to an Oscar.
Toby: Nah, Oscars are the work of Masons.
malaky: And the Billboard Music Awards?
Toby: Nah, that stuff’s just retarded.
malaky: Then why haven’t the Masons killed Osama Bin Laden yet?
Toby: they’re workin’ on that.
Toby: they gotta get the European Masons more involved.
malaky: Damn them to hell.
malaky: Damn them…….to hell.
Toby: Oh, they’re waiting.
Toby: They’ve got a meeting in hell in 2015
malaky: Really? Hell? I thought they closed down that convention hall after the Nazis tried reforming again.
Toby: Nah, they reformed it.
malaky: Oh. Bummer.
malaky: You a member?
Toby: If I were, I wouldn’t be able to tell you I was unless you were one.
malaky: I see your point.
malaky: Toby, is Tina Fey hot?
Toby: Hello Fellow Mason.
Toby: *does the handshake*
Toby: *whew* I was wondering when you’d say the password.
malaky: I take my time.
Toby: That’s good. So how’s the business?
Toby: just what we like to hear!
malaky: I’m being prosecuted, so I’m fleeing jurisdiction.
Toby: Where to?
malaky: Now if I told you, wouldn’t that be breaking one of the cardinal rules?
Toby: nope, unless you were going somewhere other than the designated Mason refugee camps.
malaky: Oh. In that case, I am going to one of the designated refugee camps.
malaky: And if people ask, my name is Father Hernotwith and I have been holy my entire life.
Toby: We wouldn’t have it any other way.
malaky: I’ve also considered hiding in a dishwasher.
Toby: Ooh, primo choice. What kind of soap will you be using?
malaky: I haven’t decided yet.
Toby: May I suggest Pine?
malaky: You may.
malaky: But I’m still selling my child for food money.
Toby: those food stamps are worth a lot.
malaky: Is 50 a good price?
Toby: Per stamp, yes.
Toby: I’d shoot for 55, though.
Toby: Just say “you’re breakin my balls here.”
malaky: For good measure, I’d actually break their balls in return right?
Toby: Oh ya, but it was supposed to be a threat.
malaky: In that case, I’m sleeping with your mother’s favorite goat.
malaky: And we’re expecting.
Toby: Shultzy doesn’t understand Masonry.
malaky: You can’t deny my love for the goat forever you know.
malaky: sometimes, when I’m asleep at night, I dream of a new basement. Is this abnormal?
Toby: Not in the least.
malaky: And it has three TVs. What does this symbolize.
Toby: you like TV?
malaky: Actually, I like the refrigerator more.
malaky: Dude, food just appears in that thing.
Toby: Food is SOOOO good!
malaky: One time, I ate so much food that I ate more.
malaky: I’d just like to say that Harry Potter is a hermaphrodite.
Toby: He told me personally.
malaky: Good news should be spread.
Toby: I’ll kill that fucker.
malaky: If you do, pick up Dave Matthews on the way.
malaky: And we’ll hold hands, sit in a circle, and declare how manly we are.
Toby: i hate that fucker.
malaky: I think I love citrus. Is there something wrong with me?
Toby: Citrus is a flavor for all.
Very Fat Homer: “Why won’t you give me my dignity? I just want to see Honk if You’re Horny in peace!”
Sarcastic Man: “Hey, I got a movie for you! A Fridge Too Far!”
– from The Simpsons
Q: Why does the bride always wear white?
A: Because it’s good for the dishwasher to match the stove and refrigerator.
Using a new painting program on my computer, I managed to come up with a very credible still life of fruit.
I made a color printout and sent it to my daughter, a graphic designer. She called when it arrived. “Isn’t it good?” I asked.
She chuckled, and in a tone that echoed mine from years ago, replied, “Mom, it’s beautiful. We put it on the refrigerator.”
Having moved into his first apartment, our son invited my husband and me for a visit. As we walked in, our son asked if we’d like a cold drink. Mentally patting myself on the back for teaching him to be such a gracious host, I said, “Yes, what do you have?”
He walked over to the refrigerator, opened the door, studied the contents, and replied, “I have pickle juice or water.”
There’s a scuba diving geologist who has made it his business to measure the relative sizes of the rises, drops, cavities and undulations of coral formations. Of course this can only be done in the summer months so he takes the winters off to avoid the frigid air.
You may tag him as a frost-free reef ridge rater.
Q: What do you get if you cross a ghost with a refrigerator?
A: A sheet of ice!
“You are going to be my refrigerator, now!”
“Houses house laughing refrigerators”
“I have pie in my refrigarator and its all mushy. it has whale feet in it!”
FATHER: “Where are the Appalachians?”
SON: “I think they’re in the refrigerator, Dad.”