By the time truth comes out the front door, rumour has run twice around the world.
The only way to stand up to them is to beat them bloody. If you just stand up to them they will make your life even more of a hell for having made them lose face in front of their followers.
Puns are the Mariana Trench of humour. Peanuts, anyone? :)
We had a Sunny strip yesterday.
I’ll take paper cut and splinter under the nail.
Do not joke about book burning. Ever. There’s not enough beer to drown my pain.
That’s a fishy situation. I wouldn’t touch that with a ten foot pole. We need a spin-doctor to get you off the hook.
I call them… dogs.
And the Fox is still in hiding?
Depending on my mood (and mostly on their politeness), I have been known to add a few minutes to the time. It is fun to see them run.