Barney’s dead
I shot him in the head
He’s at home
With a crack in his head
Barney’s dead
I shot him in the head
He’s at home
With a crack in his head
My partner and I were in our police car when we were dispatched to break up a domestic dispute.
We spoke with the couple, and the problem was quickly resolved.
On leaving, I was admiring the craftsmanship of their turn-of-the-century home and reached for what I thought was the front door.
Realizing my mistake, I was turning away in embarrassment when my partner tried to cover for me by saying…
“If you have any more problems, we’ll be in your closet.”
The other day while driving home, after being delayed at my office, I suddenly saw flashing lights in my rearview mirror.
The police officer pulled me over for speeding. Hoping for a little leniency I explained to him that I was rushing home to be with my wife on our first anniversary.
But rather than letting me off with just a warning, he went ahead and wrote out the ticket, handed it to me, and said, “Congratulations! The first year is paper, right?”
My husband had run to the store with our daughters, Sarah (4) and Hannah (2) and on the way home he drove through a neighborhood looking for houses for sale. After a bit Sarah asked, “Daddy, what are we doing?”
My husband said he was looking at the houses that were for sale.
Sarah asked “Are you gonna buy a new house?”
Dad replied “Maybe.”
Then Sarah said with much concern, “But Dad, how will we get it HOME?!”
A woman meant to call a record store, but dialed the wrong number and got a private home instead.
“Do you have ‘Eyes of Blue’ and ‘A Love Supreme?'” she asked.
“Well, no,” answered the puzzled homeowner. “But I have a wife and eleven children.”
“Is that a record?” she inquired, puzzled in her turn.
“I don’t think so,” replied the man, “but it’s as close as I want to get.”
Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were.
Q: Why don’t trees go on trips?
A: Because they’re afraid to leaf home.
Knock-knock!
Who’s there?
Waiter.
Waiter who?
Waiter (wait till) your father gets home!
Q: How do you know when a monster’s not at home?
A: His answering machine is turned on.
England’s West Country is known for its charming cottage-like shops. While visiting the area, my friend peered in through one window to see shelf upon shelf of interesting-looking books. So she went inside.
A woman appeared though a beaded curtain and asked, “Can I help you?”
“No, just browsing,” said my friend.
“Fine,” came the reply. “But so you know, around here most people knock before entering someone’s home.”
Q: Where do foster frogs come from?
A: Croaken homes.
Q: What is another name for a cat’s home?
A: A scratch pad!
Q: Why do some of our canine friends prefer to stay home?
A: Because it’s a dog-eat-dog world out there!
“go home and play…stuff”
– from somewhere around davepoobond’s high school