No.
Bad puns. Bad!
Oh I don’t know, I have quite a few crowbars and I have an adult beverage at home from time to time…
Wait - what?
If it weren’t for bad puns, I’d have no funs at all.
If y’all are kicking me out on that score, where do I recoup the bazillions of bucks it cost me in bribes for the SAS Staff to throw this dog a bone?
Love it! But I’d replace the banjo with a zither.
And – heaven help me – I like bagpipes.
Our family has several friends in the local PD (Police departments) that pipe. “If you aren’t in the band you can’t warm your hands.” is a common saying. … Just saying.
LOL! An article I read in the past few days mentioned, “Burpees.” I still have no clue what these are. My grade school gym teacher, Susan Alexander (may she rot in hell), hated me from the start, for some unknown reason and made almost any athletic endeavor a miserable experience.
Our first thought was … it’s a cucumber and they’re really good …
and then we were disappointed when we realized you were referring to this …
and we immediately identified with “squat diddly” …
Thanks for the definition. Several commenters on the article, which I think was in the Washington Post (Bezos owns it) commented that if they tried doing any of the several excercises recommended, they would damage their joint implants or otherwise wreck their current bodies.
They are my third-favorite type of curcurbit, so we cultivate them from saved seed every year.
Still can’t hold a candle to everyone’s favorite brain food, however - the Mighty Rutabaga.
I get the burpees after a good meal
Wow.
Just wow.
Perfect soundtrack for a snowy day.
I discovered the haunting sound of the theremin from the soundtrack of the British mystery-detective show Midsomer Murders.
I discovered the theremin when I was old enough to ask my father “why is that woman shrieking?” during the opening credits of Star Trek.
Epiphany! I’m not a fan of Star Trek and had never made this association.