Prairie Girl: I have come to realize that there are too many sacred cows when it comes to puns and so I am wondering why you haven't "spread your wings" and moved on to greener pastures, like chicken talk, for example. I decided to ask you this on my blog. Are you feeling buffaloed or just chicken?
And the comments kept rolling in.
Piano Man: It really sticks in my craw that Prairie Girl has taken so long to get involved. Are you trying to shake things up when it looked like we had come up dry?
Sandy-san: Sooo... Is this a shake and bake? Are we scrambling chicken puns into this dialogue? Just egging you on! =D
To which I replied: I think we should poultry people, at the very least, to determine if this is a good idea. I wouldn't want to fowl anything up.
The truth is we don't need to poll anyone. I know this wacky group wants to continue, so we'll start a new thread of egg, chicken, poultry (and whatever else is related) comments right here.
Thanks, friends and family, for the fun. I've heard from so many - even non-participants - who have truly loved reading the cow posts....and most admit that they read them over and over and keep laughing (or groaning), even a few times a day. I do that too! Let the fun continue!!!!
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I wanted to get a leg up on everyone, so I thought I would start off the comments.
It's sad that we had to scratch the cow posts. Yes, this chick could hardly get any work done yesterday, because I kept refreshing the blog! I laughed until I was frying!
Lydia, if you think there were some rotten eggs in the cow poke, I bet you'll love the range of puns that will come to roost here!
I can't help from checking back here often because I want to keep abreast of the situation.
I've been feeling cooped up all day long and keep staring at the time on the cluck. I hope my friend, Kathy, gizzard-uplicating done quickly so we can head to lunch.
Well, as far as I am concerned, this is turning into a grav-y situtation.
I know...the grav-y situation makes me want to duck and run. But, if the puns get better and better, a l'orange another entry so we can continue with more quacky puns on another subject.
One should remember to strut their stuff without coming off as too cocky. I am exciting to see waddle show up here in the next few days.
Beak-areful, fellow bloggers. When I was combing through the earlier posts, I realized I typed waddle instead of wattle (even though both might apply.) I guess that's what I get for just wingin' it. I'll try not to brood over this for too long.
I'm not trying to be a mother hen, however I believe that a profoul is necessary for everyone who posts on here... Feather you like it or not. If you choose not to, don't be souprised if we roast you over the coals!
=)
Aww... Grandma is asleep! *shhh!*
=D (no pun here... she is just sweet!)
Hey Mi-shell, I wanted to beat you guys to some of these puns. Omelette you guys handle it from here.
Some puns are a dime a dozen. But, I prefer the hard over easy ones. That probably has a lot to do with my father's cochin. (However, you might hear me deny that thrice.)
My mother has also been influential. The quiche-e stressed was to resist stuffing my conversations with cornish puns. Beyond that, she gave me free range in how I yolked with others.
Did you hear that Broadway has hatched a plan persuading theatre goers to flock to strange revivals, like Bantam of the Opera? That mayo may not be true. Personally, I don't think there's a Colonel of truth to that rumor.
Maybe everyone is just nestled into bed already, but it seems like most of us are laying low lately. Straighten up, and fly right! I don't want to be millet-ant about this, but I've started carton around my computer so I can check in at anytime.
I don't want to cook your goose. But, baste on the puns we've been stuffing on here, the readers of this blog are bound to think most of us are a little loosey-goosey.
Even though we've dis-custard-ently the joys of puns, I th-incubate me to post dumb ones sometimes....many of which are like boo-meringues. They keep coming back to haunt me.
On Friday, I flu down the mini-mart because I was out of avian water and Crest. If I would have been thinking ahead, some drinks and snacks for the road are what I would have botulism George.
(For my friends, Liz & George who moved to K.C. this weekend. We miss you!)
(And, yes...I'm hearing everyone's groans through the computer!)
Those were eggcellent! *applause* =D
I am having trouble combining targeted words with my half-baked puns. Thigh don't want you to think I just backed-off and left cold-turkey.
*waving*
Thigh Liz!
Thigh George!
=D
I think it's now time to move into the areas of other game fowl. Does anyone want to be the guinea pig? (Did I just get egg on my face?)
Migrate puns make some laugh so hard....while they make others gaggle.
Still others just get a glazed look in their eyes.
ROTF!!! *thumbs up*
Hey birdbrains! I can't believe you had the gull to start expanding the category. But, birds of a feather flock together...so we'll swoop to your level. On with the bird puns!
Because I give a hoot, owl try to post throughout the day. But, don't let me horn in on any comments you plan to make.
Bad puns seems to be our group's cygnet-ure, so whoop it up! (Honk if you're a punny person!)
I almost dove right in to make comments yesterday, but I just couldn't get any peace about it. I know these jokes are coo, but I don't want to be pigeon-holed as only the "pun blogger."
Watch out for decoys who try to lure you into sharing your puns before you post them. They might be robin them from you. They drake through my idea lists if they could, but I warn, "No peking!" They're cuckoo. A pun addiction can be a really serious mallard-y.
Folks are still raven about the puns list, and it seems the buzzard 'round blog world. But, lately, we have had many auk-ward silences.
So, if you can sparrow moment, swallow your pride and take your tern. Don't worry about looking like a dodo! Maybe the experience would be less wren-ching if you bounced ideas off someone else. Sometimes, when an one person can't come up with something, toucan!
The kiwi need to stress is to not snipe others' comments. I admit it. Myna are often loon-y, but we need to ensure that everyone will have a pheasant experience. So, please, no mocking!
Shoot, I'd love to squawk out and write down some great puns, however I've had some pretty embarrassing brain-larks lately, so please excuse me. I am hoping that another string of goose-y puns will come to me! Until then, let's all be good sports and braise the glass for all of these great bunnies! <<--My lame attempt to add other wildlife into the mix!
Cheers! =)
In my lifetime, when brooding from the stress, I've been known to down whole packages of Orioles, (moo!), so I totally understand Piano-man!
Good one! xD
Piano Man, maybe we can t-emu up with mikee to write a musical parrot-y of these jokes. When you finch it, I'm sure it will be so catchy that everyone will be humming along. Sandy-san is quite a thrush. I will provide my best warble in any part you assign to me.
This is a starling situation, but macaw is not acting right! So, I'm heading out to the mechanic's shop right now so that I'll still be able to leave tomorrow morning.
Just wanted to let you know that I won't be able to check in for a few days because I will be going on a short vacation. I hope to see many bird puns when I return.
I'm taking a gander that I know who you are, Mikee! (Sacred Harp - yes?) *waving*
Yep, my goose is cooked* between thinking about shaped notes and puns, I just want to claw my brains out. I'm hooked!
Footnote: *Sorry that I am reusing some of these puns!
I, too, used to watch the list like a hawk so that I wouldn't duplicate. But, I don't want to penguin-to a corner. So, for the most partridge-idity should be abandoned. I wouldn't want anyone to feel ostrich-ized after reusing a pun.
I had seen that extra "o" but it didn't registeer. Oops, wrong blog.
Egg-stroardinary...
*shrugging shoulders* Maybe she was roaring to add cat-types into the puns. I could be dropping hints...
*running and hiding*
I promise you this was a typo. Guess my hunting and pecking (and proofreading) just isn't as good as it used to be.
I won't change the title now - as this string of comments then won't make sense.
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