Twisted, but I have to.

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My husband has a childhood friend named Dick. As you can imagine, going through life with that name requires a sense of humor. He has one, and figures if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So when I run across Dick jokes? I have to share. The following requires using the predictive text on your phone and some of the answers were a hoot.

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Here’s mine:

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Truer words were never spoken.

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Is it wrong I find these amusing?

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Or saluted. Tough call.

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And here I thought Dicks didn’t take time off.

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That’s one way to look at it. Or them…

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The way people are these days? I’m not sure that will work.

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A manufactured product. Does that mean Wal Mart has them on sale?

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Poor Dick, apparently not everyone is a fan.

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Heck, we’ve all been there.

Funny side note? I blogged this from my phone and every time I typed Dick… it was changed to Duck. Every. Single. Time.

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25 thoughts on “Twisted, but I have to.”

  1. oh my…few are born a Dick! I dated a true dick but his name was Richie…my nephew could be a Dick but he was smart enough to choose Rich or Richie If a child given the name Richard at birth chooses Dick…or is given that name at birth…doomed!

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