A Skunk with feathers? Danged right...thoughts and musings of just such a skunk, one that learned how to type, conjugate verbiage and communicate thought processes easier than lifting the tail to scatter the opposition. It doesn't always work with 419 email scammers or the pathetically politically correct (which readers will find I ain't). For them, the tail gets lifted, and they get sprayed. *DISCLAIMER*: sometimes, it doesn't pay to drink or eat while reading this h'yar. Just sayin'...
Also know'd as puns.
You hear it. You can't believe the person said it. You wince...trying not to laugh.
'Cuz you don't want to encourage the person.
They wind up spouting more, anyway.
Granted, not all of what follows is a pun....but close enough for my work.
You're welcome.
Labels: Puns and groaners
posted by Skunkfeathers at 02:30
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In da woids of Popeye, "I yam what I yam". Personally, I hate yams, but I digress (often)...I take life as it comes, put a little milk on it, and give it to my pet rock, 'cuz I hate that cereal. Ack...I write. About email scams, my own misadventures, and about my view of life in general. My pet rock, Seymour, yawns continuously...
2 Comments:
I love them all. These are my kind of posts. Thanks for the chuckles.
Have a fabulous day and weekend, Mike. My best to Seymour and Element. ♥
Very awesomely hysterically funny. Thanks for the laughs.
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