NED: A dog clawed at my anus!
ED: Oh no.
NED: Now I have an injured paws terrier.
Ned and Ed
NED: Please show me your belly button.
ED: Huh?
NED: It’s a matter of national security. Please, show me your belly button!
ED: What are you talking about. Go away!
NED: I’m collecting navel intelligence!!
NED: Sorry there was no joke online this morning.
ED: What happened?
NED: My connection was all tied up…
ED: Really?
NED: It’s the Interknot!
NED: You know, it’s really a crime to let untreated steel get wet.
ED: Really, that’s fascinating…
NED: Yes – once I was involved in a hit-and-run oxidant, and it led to my arrust.
NED: Do you blog?
ED: No.
NED: Really, I thought you did.
ED: Well, I do keep a diarrhea, but only on Splatterdays.
NED: I refuse to write poetry about pigs’ knees.
ED: Why’s that?
NED: It’s against my religion. I don’t do pigs’ knees. Is that controversial?
ED: Well, you sure have a hardline stanza on a boar shin!
NED: I just ate at a really expensive pancake place…
ED: Was it too much money?
NED: Absolutely. It was ugly, just a crepe and billage!
NED: I just got kicked in the nuts…
ED: Oh no – that’s pistachiownage!
NED: Eating yogurt gives me pornographic hallucinations.
ED: Really?
NED: Yeah. I think it’s the acidophallus.
NED: Ouch!
ED: What?
NED: You! Why’d you just prick me with that pushpin?
ED: Sorry. It seems you were in my zone of a tack.


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