after years of putting up with my dads predictable jokes, i got him back with a corker... Sat in the chair, he was on the settee and i extended a tape measure til it was touching his ear. After poking it in his ear for a bit while he watched tv, he swiped it away for about the 5th time and said, "what the hell are you doing". (he was quite annoyed by this point).
i said....
"measuring your patience".
Boom! Tish! My mum was well amused.
i said....
"measuring your patience".
Boom! Tish! My mum was well amused.