krissa: isn’t the word “sew” weird?
biscuit: It IS.
krissa: SEW weird.
krissa: eww, that was the worst pun EVER.
biscuit: Ugh.
biscuit: It put me in stitches.
krissa: oh, god, the puns are just NEEDLING me.
krissa: i can’t even follow the THREAD of this conversation.
biscuit: I can knot deal any more.
krissa: i mean, it’s just knitpicking at this point, isn’t it.
biscuit: Now you’re just being crewel.
krissa: oh my god i could just DYE.
biscuit: Yeth, I can not a-thimble a thingle pun more.
krissa: weave really run out of ideas.
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*stony silence*
YOU LOVE IT AND YOU KNOW IT.
Perhaps the reason her silence is so stony may be explained by this email, in reply to mine in which I told her to come here and read this (and I quote):
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAHAHAHHAHHAHHHAdead.”
We’ve clearly killed her. Darn it. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
DARN IT!!! HAHAHA.)
This is funny enough on its own, but please say you were in public.
oh. good. god. those puns are the worsted.
I want nothing to do with this.
this is absolutely hilarious! good job with the puns!
That is amazing!! Your level of clickage makes me jealous. Two thumbs up for lame jokes/witty banter.