My dad's garage is so organized,

he can find a screw from 1992, but still can't find his reading glasses that he left on the workbench 5 minutes ago.

My dad says his garage isn't messy; it's a carefully curated archaeological dig site.

He knows exactly where the chisel from '87 is, but can't find his car keys from five minutes ago.

I asked my dad if the burgers were ready on Father's Day.

He just flipped one with his tongs and said, 'Not yet! They're still trying to *meat* my expectations!'

My dad spent Father's Day happily starting a new home improvement project.

When I asked what he was building, he said, 'A bigger storage shed for all the tools I bought for the *last* project I started!'