Would be nice to have some standardized sentencing in situations like this. I need some kind of guide to weigh the benefits against the consequences, ya know?
“and yes, all the things you said make perfect sense in a factual and logical way, but I’m still going to consider myself correct because that’s how I feel.”
NOTE: Some of these interns have a bit more if the wrong sort of attitude than I prefer. I got a wife for that kind of stuff.
So puns aren’t her cup of tea, now there’s trouble brewing. Maybe a bad attitude will stir. If you let the situation steep too long, you’re going to have to take your lumps.
Just because they aren’t her bag, that doesn’t mean she can leaf the conversation oolong. She’s going to have to kettle down at some point. That’s the perfect time to really teas your mate.
You load 15 puns and what da ya get,
Dirty look from the missus
And deeper in shet,
Saint OPPO don’t call on me, I can’t go,
Cause I SOLD my soul to IMAO…
You gotta warm those hands before you reach for the button…
That’s why I only stick with limericks. Never took more than four.
There once was a fellow named Gene
Whose prowess was almost obscene
Couldn’t charm a cute kid
But his limericks did . . .
‘Cause most of his lines were unclean
make a certain Miss Cates less keen.
… So she ran off with his limerick machine.
You got to 15 before “talk to the hand”?
That’s gotta be some kind of record. I mean, 15 is “talk to the frying pan” territory.
… or a house full of chicken heads and moved furniture.
Would be nice to have some standardized sentencing in situations like this. I need some kind of guide to weigh the benefits against the consequences, ya know?
When you’ve been married to a redhead as long as I have, consequences are of no consequence.
Fifteen, my limit on puns…and schnitzengruben.
Welcome to IMAO! Hey, I Know That Look…
“and yes, all the things you said make perfect sense in a factual and logical way, but I’m still going to consider myself correct because that’s how I feel.”
NOTE: Some of these interns have a bit more if the wrong sort of attitude than I prefer. I got a wife for that kind of stuff.
Interns with an acceptable attitude. (Not enthusiastic enough to be really good; but acceptable.)
There were more, but they pranced off to get drinks and make some sandwiches.
So puns aren’t her cup of tea, now there’s trouble brewing. Maybe a bad attitude will stir. If you let the situation steep too long, you’re going to have to take your lumps.
You’re getting into a Grey area.
What’s good for the goose…
Just because they aren’t her bag, that doesn’t mean she can leaf the conversation oolong. She’s going to have to kettle down at some point. That’s the perfect time to really teas your mate.
All right, go ahead honey. Watch yer damn Three Stooges Marathon.
“Hey, pun # 16 is gold!”
You load 15 puns and what da ya get,
Dirty look from the missus
And deeper in shet,
Saint OPPO don’t call on me, I can’t go,
Cause I SOLD my soul to IMAO…