Even though I am neither Greek, nor gay, I sneaked in the back door over at Pensitivity101’s blog site, and made off un-noticed with yet another truly great list of chances to tell a lie…. or ten. I did not chop down that cherry tree while I was there! It was already felled when I arrived. True story. 😉
- What is the difference between an earth worm and an ear worm?
Earthworms won’t bother you until you’re dead and buried. An earworm will irritate the shit out of you, every day until that happens.
That was the dingy Star Wars cantina where Han Solo shot Greedo, the bounty hunter who was going to take him in, dead or alive.
Mostly purple, with a green topknot, neither color normally found in nature, but what do you expect from a little guy who crawled out of Chernobyl?
Perhaps we don’t feed our dogs as much here in North America, as they do in England. My attempts at sartorial splendor are referred to, merely as a dog’s breakfast.
- What is an orange pippin?
He was the Hobbit who caught a sociable disease from a female dwarf, and was unable to appear in any of the Lord Of The Rings movies.
- What do an owl, pussy cat and five pound note all have in common?
Since I am as poor as a church-mouse, they are all items which are not in my wallet.
That was Barbra Streisand, when she was struck in the mouth by a wardrobe closet door, while filming the movie, and couldn’t pronounce the name of the film, or her lines, for a couple of days. With that nose running interference, I don’t know how it ever happened. 🙄
It would be so nice to say that hairy Prince Harry, was the heir, but Prince William, the guy with no hair, is the heir. It’s all too hare-brained for me to understand.
- What is meant by fringe benefits?
That’s when my girlfriend lets me get past third-base. She usually tells me that, when it comes to sex, I am self-sufficient.
- What is a whimsy?
He’s a gay Frenchman who likes to attend the Wimbledon Tennis Championships. He’s been known to ‘come across’ beneath the stands, but he comes across the English Channel on a train with the erotically suggestive name of, The Freudian Sloop. He used to come across on a ferry, but that became just too cliché. The mental image of a powerful engine rapidly entering a tight tube gets him off, even while he’s onboard. He arrives and leaves with a big smile – and a few extra Pounds – but never knows who won.
I cannot tell a lie. I’m branching out toward Dunsinane Castle, but I’ll be back on Monday with another great post – and a cord of firewood for anyone who has a fireplace or woodstove. 😉