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It's Also a Pun

@izzet-always-r-versus-u / izzet-always-r-versus-u.tumblr.com

Ari. 29, he/they. Have a habit of not posting for a week or two and then reblogging 20 things at once, so...fair warning on that.
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A small family of three booked a flight to Kansas 

They arrived at the airport several hours early. As he was only four years old and this was his first experience with this sort of thing, the son was constantly wandering off.

Several times, the father had to chase him down, pick him up, and haul him back to their seats at the flight gate. After a while, he grew tired of this and told the child, "If you wander off again, I'm going to check you with the rest of the luggage."

Sure enough, wander off is exactly what the child did. So this time, the father picked him up and carried him over to the gate attendant. "Sir, I don't think I can allow you to check your own child," they told him.

The father frowned at this, then asked, "What, are you telling me I'll have to carry on my wayward son?"

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thedurvin

Weird to think that no matter how hackneyed a cliche or stock phrase is, somebody still had to be the one to invent it. What legendary wordsmith was the first to ask if someone was “working hard or hardly working”? What screenwriter is kicking himself for not copyrighting the phrase “I got it, I got it…I don’t got it!”

Relatedly, of the billions of people on this planet, one person is going to live the rest of their life knowing they were the first person to type the phrase “heckin good pupper”. If you’ve been on Tumblr long enough it may have been someone you know, or knew.

Another person will live out their years knowing they drew the original Trollface, but probably completely incapable of convincing anyone of that fact

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prokopetz

I think "they don't even have X" is one of those memes that's actually funnier in its original context than in anything that's been done with it subsequently. Like, in its original context, this is a joke about a man who has lived his entire adult life alone in a swamp cold-reading the atmosphere of a corporate workplace and deciding that appealing to the receptionist's sense of working-class solidarity is going to get him in the door, and it fucking works.

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