You guys like puns?! Mwwahahahaha. It's torture time, jetman style, mwahahahaaa. I'll end this sucker.
I worked at a bakery, didn't make much dough, the job was a piece of cake, busted my buns off too. The manager was crusty, didn't rise to my puns, he was half baked anyways, always loafing around.
Got a new job at the chicken ranch. Wasn't eggzactly what i was looking for, I always had to wing it on the fly, it was eggsasperating work, but it was the breast job I could find. Figured it'll be a feather in my cap for future job eggzams. There's a dozen reasons to fly the coop, so I took flight, before the job fried me.
You guys like puns?! Mwwahahahaha. It's torture time, jetman style, mwahahahaaa. I'll end this sucker.
I worked at a bakery, didn't make much dough, the job was a piece of cake, busted my buns off too. The manager was crusty, didn't rise to my puns, he was half baked anyways, always loafing around.
Got a new job at the chicken ranch. Wasn't eggzactly what i was looking for, I always had to wing it on the fly, it was eggsasperating work, but it was the breast job I could find. Figured it'll be a feather in my cap for future job eggzams. There's a dozen reasons to fly the coop, so I took flight, before the job fried me.
You've got heybjorn tied up in your basement, don't you?
im watching judge dredd right now, next is robocop then star trek the undiscovered country. i have to stay up all night so that i can star getting to sleep earlier for my new job on monday. this is gonna suck.
I head on the country police radio a guy in a southern town was walking in the shopping centre with only a nappie on The temp. where I live is similar and its low 30s F
[This message has been edited by proff (edited 07-21-2012).]
I didn't intend to post in this thread, but williegoat has insulted me by suggesting I would make puns as common as those jetman posted. ( Nothing personal, jetman ) So here goes.
What are you doing running a baler naked? Making hay while your buns shine. I am reading When Will This Rain Stop? by An Wi An engine pulling around box cars carrying a silly chorus? That's a trite refrain, of course.
Ya'll ain't nuthin' but a bunch of electrons, poised on a thin dielectric, lying in wait for the opportunity to jump from shell to shell. More nearly negative? More nearly positive? Ha, ya can't touch me! So there!
