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RE: Notes #28 - Give Me Liberty (Or Give Me Rock and Roll)
A cow spoke to me the udder day, asked if I remembered her? I said I don't think I've met herbivore. She went on her way, but first said to heifer nice day.
Herbivore! HAHAHA! Solid one, brother! I would've never thought of that! I am floored. Some might say that you have me grounded. I don't want to mince words, mate. I am very impressed at the level of punning we have achieved. I don't know how we ever spoke beefore without using puns.
We've really grabbed the bull by its horns on this conversation.
It's inconcievabull that we'd left the pun in the oven.
(this could go on forever...)
Eventually we're going to run out of puns, and I fear that I'll be the first one to fold. I need to mustard enough porridge so that I won't need to hide from the challenge. Really though, I'm just trying to bison time until I think of something good.
I don't know if could swallow the thought of defeat. To steal some of your handiwork, all I can say is I hope I can cut the mustard. Lettuce take some thyme out to consider how this has morphed into a general food based punfest.
Lettuce. It was a gouda run, but I pear the meat puns have run out. This conversation is one for the ages, and this won't easileek beet forgotten. Orange you glad that we had this pun lentil exercise? Oh grub, I even used "pun" as a pun.
At least we both had a good pizza the action. This really was pun for the ages.
Now that made me salivate! Donut worry, my friend. This conversation will romaine etched in the STEEM blockchain forever.
We knead to drag this out some more. Let's make as much dough as possible. Lets take the Bitcoin between the teeth and pun with it.