Is this where I confess that I don’t actually use bags anymore? - Everything goes in the bike trailer on the way home from kindergarten, and occasionally I’ll use a box to carry things inside when I get home. Is this where I confess that the conveyor belt is still sorted by category and bagging order as it always has been, even though it’s sorted by weight and where it fits when it goes into the trailer?
Is this where I confess I buy with a card then go out to the cash point straight after.
Is this where I confess to eating junk food using the rationalization that fat people are harder to kidnap?
Well harder to carry but run slower so closer to the van.
Swings and roundabouts.
You want food that makes you fart, that’ll stop them .
Is this where I confess I’ve cottoned on to your plan to use this thread to workshop your stand-up material?
Caught!
I love this thread. “Is this where I confess…” is a format that works with virtually any existing short joke. And it can be used to transform a vague idea for a joke into something worth posting.
Is there where I confess he ordered a beer and a mop?
Is this where I confess the third one ducked?
Is this where I confess it was covered with whiteout?
As I said, short jokes. If it requires a set-up, you still need the set-up for it to be funny.
Is this where I confess that short people got no reason short people got no reason short people got no reason to live they got little hands and little eyes and they walk around tellin’ great big lies they got little noses and tiny little teeth they wear platform shoes on their nasty little feet?
Is this where I confess to calling dwarves “midgets”, even thought it’s not proper gnomenclature?
Is this where I confess I don’t like tater tots, or any kind of cajun seasoning on potatoes?
Is this where I confess I coincidentally had Cajun seasoning on my steak fries tonight?
Is this where I confess I think that’s somewhat small-minded of you?
Is this where I confess I’m disowning you and your allowance is being cut off!? (not really, I’m just jonesing for some tots)
Is this where I confess that sometimes it takes me fifteen seconds to see your obvious and hilarious single, double, and occasionally triple entendres?
Not as much as daneel not liking tater tots.
Is there where I confess I haven’t received my allowance in months and am headed out to see a lawyer.
Is this where I confess that, due to my dead car, the headed-off-to-see-a-lawyer issue has been tabled for the time being? Could you send me a money-gram?