NED: Why are the inheritors of writing instrument empire fortunes always from the middle east?
ED: Because they’re heir ‘o Bic.
Ned and Ed
NED: If I grab your ass in a bar, it’s not my fault.
ED: Why’s that?
NED: Because I suffer from copaphilia!
NED: Would you sleep with one of your relatives?
ED: Only if I had a nap kin.
NED: I can communicate with fish in distant oceans!
ED: Really?
NED: Yes.
ED: Why, you must be tilapiapathic!
NED: Yup – I just flex my mental mussels and tuna out distractions!
NED: I just farted on you!
ED: Why, you cretin – I am a gassed!
NED: I saw Benedict kneeling over.
ED: Is he OK?
NED: Yeah he’s just praying. Don’t worry, everything’s pope-ascetic.
NED: Are you going to the fumigation convention?
ED: Yeah, I picked up a couple ticks!
NED: Did the poet really jump out a building and kill himself on the concrete?
ED: Oh no – that was a met-a-floor.
NED: My lawyer works for me, pro bono…
ED: Really!? Why, that’s fee-nominal!
NED: I have an irrational fear that Santa will get tossed from his sleigh.
ED: What’s that?
NED: Claustrewphobia!


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