Saemon Havarian was sailing along when he spotted a sail on the horizon. He told his new ensign to go below and get his red uniform ready. The ensign was puzzled and asked "Why, captain?". Saemon replied, "If I do happen to get hurt, I don't want the men to see me bleeding so their morale will stay high." The battle went well and everyone celebrated that night.
The next morning, Saemon was checking through his telescope when he sighted a dozen sails on the horizon. He quietly told his ensign, "Go below and get my brown uniform ready."
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Sourcs: orbitaldropkick
Bf: "Poor Hot Salsa."
Me: "Hot Salsa?"
Bf: "Yeah, there's a player whose tag is Hot Salsa. Except he's not feeling so hot right now."
Me: "So does that make him mild salsa?"
Everyone in the venue: *GROAN*
Normally you're not supposed to include a word in its own definition, but the word "ion" is an exception: an ion is a negative ion.
That joke was very appeeling.
I would much rather that you participotated.
More like throwing salt on the wound.
I bet it just makes you boiling mad, doesn't it?
I am sorry I hurt your peelings.
@FinneousPJ
Haters gonna hate. Taters gonna tate.
In that case, I'll just keep chipping away at you.
Time to hit the sack? Ok, good night.
A: A Flat Minor.
The next morning, Saemon was checking through his telescope when he sighted a dozen sails on the horizon. He quietly told his ensign, "Go below and get my brown uniform ready."
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