You both know that punnery is a one-way ticket to hell, and yet you still did it. Now I’m going to have to go rescue you both from whatever level punsters get sentenced to, and you should know that I’m not the nice, fluffy kind of rescuer.
It didn’t have to be this way, you know, but you just HAD to pun.[mumble-grumble]
I’m binge watching MasterChef Australia — at 1.28 speed. It makes me happy (because they’re so talented and supportive of each other), and motivated because Speed Cooking On Speed.
I was just saving President Obama the trouble of putting out a statement.
The problem in Sacramento though, just like the earlier assaults in Anaheim a few months ago, is that the so called anti-facists are no better than the white supremacists, and the police in both cases stood by and let it happen. And it isn’t much different from what has occurred to Trump supporters after some of their rallies.
Sunday salutations, Wheelizens!
“Oh waiter…there’s a hare in my coffee!”
“Oh waiter…there’s a glare in my coffee!”
Heresy on Sunday morning? Naughty.
“Oh waiter…there’s a bear in my coffee!”
Hai, Mac!
“Oh waiter…there’s a Herr in my coffee!”
“Oh waiter…there’s a mare in my coffee!”
You both know that punnery is a one-way ticket to hell, and yet you still did it. Now I’m going to have to go rescue you both from whatever level punsters get sentenced to, and you should know that I’m not the nice, fluffy kind of rescuer.
It didn’t have to be this way, you know, but you just HAD to pun.[mumble-grumble]
Do you think saving us might be…
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…a Dante-ing proposition?
Sigh. I see I’ll have to bring along the rake.
No bunny punny?
According to my honey: not funny.
Rakes are groovy.
Well-played, sir.
One of the keys to successful comedy is good tine-ing.
Fatwa and Mac pun,
Brenda wields the Rake of Doom.
Abandon all hope.
Defiant humor,
brings threat of a painful end.
SMOD would smile with pride.
Gerbils pun and laugh,
prompting Brenda to cry out,
“Get off of my lawn!!”
Naughty Gerbils play,
with punning fundamentals.
Flirting with danger.
Texas Mac is far,
but Fatwa is within reach.
He takes the big risk.
Not a pun
Brenda warns us both,
“I have rake, and will use it”.
We tremble with dread.
But danger beckons,
the siren call of bad puns,
is our daily bread.
Spray bottle humor,
Hinting at immersion in,
some mistacism.
Punning in haiku,
sins cancel each other out,
Or they multiply?
Fatwa tries gambit,
to soften his Brenda’s ire.
But will she pwn him?
I didn’t say puns aren’t funny -- they’re frequently very funny. The ‘I know it’s wrong’ kind of funny. Very wrong.
this is less pun than terminal cuteness -- still deadly
No, you misunderstand! I’m not going to beat you with the Rake; I’m going to need the rake to fish your soul out of Pun Hell.
But the haikus might save you. That’d be good.
Brenda will use rake,
to save Gerbil souls from Hell.
Tine-y ray of hope?
A Thrones fan wonders,
when Brenda says “Dracarys!”,
does Fatwa toot fire?
That’s a great image,
but I cannot help but ask,
where is the raven?
I’m binge watching MasterChef Australia — at 1.28 speed. It makes me happy (because they’re so talented and supportive of each other), and motivated because Speed Cooking On Speed.
Wooooosh, there’s yer lemon curd, mate!
Epic haiku-storm, Mac!
*Clap clap clap clap clap*
Brenda and her rake
Know where I lay my head down
Alas, poor Fatwa
After fresh jalapeños -- or lots of Szechwan chili oil -- many things are possible. 👿
A few years ago,
Elena and I got caught,
by the program, Chopped.
Elena will still,
get hooked as she channel surfs,
by some cooking show.
Fatwa is my Dragon. Why, just last night he saved me from a ceiling palmetto.
What a ceiling dragon might look like:
Mac is on a tear
Of five, then seven, then five
Saving soul from puns
Beware cooking shows,
they lately cost me big coin.
I bought a good knife.
I’ve always liked Heinlein’s concept of dragons from “Glory Road”, which was basically gut methane and piezoelectric teeth.
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
Good morning, punny Mac-ster!
I hope all is well!
Long wanted good knives,
Decided to try Wusthof,
Four and a half inch.
Six inch will be next,
but chef or utility,
and Wusthof or Shun?
Good morning Paddy,
hope you are recovered from,
hard work yesterday.
To Shun the Wusthof
or choose the utility,
good steel cuts both ways.
Day Camp is over,
but papers remain to do
while life stays busy.
Wusthof? I wonder,
is this triple threat combo,
puns, haiku, and Hof?
Will critical mass,
of sinful Gerbil wrongness,
cause black hole to form?
What really lies at the center of a black hole:
Teh Hoff kilt teh thread?
Puns, haiku, and Hoff. Sounds like a full day at teh wheel.
Either that or a bad 80’s cop show.
Seven stabbed in Sacramento.. more blood on the hands of the NRA.
I think you misspelled “stabby, self-righteous ‘by any means necessary’ fascist goons who need a good ass whuppin'”.
I was just saving President Obama the trouble of putting out a statement.
The problem in Sacramento though, just like the earlier assaults in Anaheim a few months ago, is that the so called anti-facists are no better than the white supremacists, and the police in both cases stood by and let it happen. And it isn’t much different from what has occurred to Trump supporters after some of their rallies.
Nice of you to help Il Douchey out; har!
SCOTUS ruled back in ’75 that the police have no duty to protect (see Warren v. District of Columbia).