NED: Did you hear, I’ve become a Scientologist?
ED: No way. You’re nuts.
NED: I really did. It’s Xenu-ist craze!
ED: Well I don’t believe in that nonsense.
NED: Bah. Get behind me, Thetan!
Ned and Ed
NED: I think all radios are sexist.
ED: Why’s that?
NED: Because, I AM/FM-inist!
NED: I don’t trust people who talk about staining wood.
ED: Why not?
NED: Because – they are say-tannic.
NED: I have a knocker on my house door.
ED: Really. You have a knocker.
NED: Does that impress you?
ED: Yes. You deserve the No Bell prize.
NED: I’d like to form a lynch mob.
ED: I dunno, that’s pretty extreme.
NED: Just think of the posse abilities…
NED: Why would Castro enjoy a breakfast of poached eggs with hollandaise sauce and a side of potatoes?
ED: I dunno, why?
NED: ‘Cuz, he’s benedict tater!
NED: People who can’t speak French disgust me.
ED: Really.
NED: Those dirty mot-fauxs…
New Valentine’s Day Pun Request just filled!
NED: I saw a guy shove his foot up his nose.
ED: That’s disgusting. Let’s get off the toepic…
NED: I believe Homeland Security depends on two things:
ED: What’s that?
NED: First, honouring our sheep, and second, constipating our pigeons.
ED: Really?
NED: Yes! Everyone knows that ewe-knighted we stand, while dove-voided we fall.
NED: It’s raining spiders!
ED: Oh no.
NED: It’s a tarantula downpour!

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