WIFEY: "I have a surprise for you!"
ME: "We're having another baby?!"
WIFEY: "No...we're having steamed clams and lobster."
ME: "Oh....good."
(What the heck would we do with a baby lobster anyhow?)
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7 comments:
"(What the heck would we do with a baby lobster anyhow?)"
Teach him to ride The Puppy and take the show on the road and make a fortune?
question: How do you make a Baby float?
Answer: Some root beer and two scoops of baby.
Nobody puts Baby in a float!
Patrick,
You're DEAD TO ME!
Not yet, I'm not!
What the heck would we do with a baby lobster anyhow?
1) Let it marry another baby lobster?
2) Eat it with baby melted butter?
3) Send it to the Octopus's Kindergarden?
Silly Sparkle. Lobsters can't get married in Massachusetts. Only in Rhode Island.
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