NED: I’m hooked on bird puns!
ED: Oh no
NED: I’m a heron addict – a total loon.
ED: Oh no!
NED: I’m thinking of sticking up a bank, and holding everyone ostrich!
Month: December 2022
Whenever I visit the lavatory I get nostalgic. The feeling can be best described as an overwhelming sense of urining.
Intensity of dog flatulence? Why, that’s measured by the Bowfart Wind Scale!
NED: How was your trip to the farm?
ED: Very bizarre!
NED: Why’s that?
ED: Well, I never thought I’d see a wasp screwing a bull, butt lowin’ bee-hole – there it was!
My wife wants gluten-free cakes. I’m flourless to stop her.
Filling sausages for a living? That’s a wurst-case scenario.
The movie about impotent llamas was set in a post alpaca limp dick war zone.
When I watch the news I get paranoid. I CNNemy.
I was always fascinated by the metric system, thanks to my gram awe’s influence. At school I wasn’t like the rest of the kgs: I certainly wasn’t the litre, and the bullies just wouldn’t lb me alone. At home my dear nano couldn’t console me, nor could my friend Milli who centi me a deca cards to cheer me up. Eventually I cheered up, however, and the abuse didn’t last furlong.
Was Dick Cheney into bondage?