(I love the title...now I'm forced to make a stinkin' blog about it. Wish me luck)
Seems Eddie was a devout Catholic and was always helping out at the church. Especially on Sunday. Eddie was not one of the 'cool cats'.
And Eddie was forgetful and after the service he always seemed to forget to turn the lights and heat off.
So to sum up:
Eddie=waste+ energy at mass (what a square!)
Two enthusiastic protons up!
ReplyDeleteThat physically hurt. I demand warnings on the bad puns from now on!
ReplyDelete::groans:: So I Ain't no Oprah's a chick, right?
ReplyDeleteYup, and she's got a lovely dress on today. Looks very nice with her eyes.
ReplyDeleteJerk!
ReplyDeleteYou forgot the bit where the priest viciously scolded Eddie for his energy wasting...resulting in a teary relative Eddie.
ReplyDelete(Theory, teary, get it, har har...har. Never mind.)
Cakie found my hat! Lovely hair.
ReplyDeleteIn the words of famous playwright/boater Harold Punter:
ReplyDeleteWhat did the grape say when it got stepped on? Nothing - but it let out a little whine.
Ohhh bad punny jokes, huh. Two can play this game:
ReplyDeleteSo a family of tomatoes are out for a walk; Mama, Papa, and wee little baby tomato.
But baby tomato is lagging further and further behind. After repeatedly urging him to hurry and join them, Mama Tomato finally gets fed up, goes back to the baby and stomps on him:
"I said KETCHUP!"
Hey, that's my joke!
ReplyDeleteDear Mia:
ReplyDeleteDon't you have some heroin to be overdosing on or something?
Love,
Cake
"I see" said the blind man as he pissed into the wind "It's all coming back to me now".
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother always used to say that. She's not dead or anything, I just haven't heard her say that in a long time.
Dear Cakie, Bacon, Bacon Ace's Grandma, and Mrs. Mia Wallace (?),
ReplyDeleteWhy, I RELISH THOSE JOKES! You old salts mustard had a fun thyme cumin up with those! (Dang it's chili today!)
Sincerely,
Sparkle
What can I say...olive me a good pun.
ReplyDeleteThat's proof that you are sage!
ReplyDeleteI was in Pulp Fiction...I'm notable for being a twit and mixing up heroin and cocaine, and then getting a needle jammed through my ribcage and into my heart.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I danced with John Travolta.
*shimmies away*
Ah, Mia! Have a heart! I know who you are, I was just ribbing you and needling you a little!
ReplyDeleteYou had me worried there, dear.
ReplyDeleteWhew!
Whoever's pretending to be Mia is a loser.
ReplyDeleteAs IF she'd say "dear."
::'L' on forehead::