Prey on words, part six/sics/sicks


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29 Responses to Prey on words, part six/sics/sicks

  1. teachezwell says:
    April 18, 2016 at 9:44 am

    Terrific as always!

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  2. teachezwell says:
    April 18, 2016 at 9:46 am

    Reblogged this on Teachezwell Blog and commented:
    It’s Monday, so it must be time to enjoy Bluebird of Bitterness and her awesome wordplay! Prey on words, indeed!

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  3. The Story Reading Ape says:
    April 18, 2016 at 10:00 am

    Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
    A Monday Funnies G.R.O.A.N. From BlueBird 😄😄😄

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  4. Lady Quixote/Linda Lee says:
    April 18, 2016 at 10:54 am

    Reblogged this on A Blog About Healing From PTSD and commented:
    ONCE UPON A TIME, two strings were hopping down a sidewalk on a beautiful spring day when they passed a restaurant. One string said to the other, “Mmm, that smells good. I haven’t had anything to eat all day and I’m starving. I believe I’ll stop in here and have some lunch. Would you care to join me?”

    “No, thanks,” said the second string. “My doctor has me on a strict diet. I think I’ll just sit out here on this bench and wait for you.”

    So the first string hopped into the restaurant and asked the maitre de for a table for one. “I’m sorry, sir,” said the maitre de, in a tone that did not sound the least bit sorry. “This is an exclusive restaurant. We do not serve strings.”

    Feeling dejected, the string hopped back outside and plopped down beside his friend.

    “That was fast,” said the second string. “What’s the matter, are they closed?”

    “They don’t serve strings,” mumbled the first string.

    “They don’t serve strings!” shouted the second string. “Are you kidding me? I thought bigotry had gone out with the dark ages. Well, we shall see about this. You wait here, I will go in and get us both a table!”

    The second string bent over and tied one end of himself into a large knot, fraying the edges of the knot to make it look like a fringe of hair. Then he boldly hopped into the restaurant and told the maitre de he wanted a table for two.

    The maitre de looked him up and down and said “Excuse me, sir, but aren’t you a string?”

    “Nope,” replied the second string. “I’m a frayed knot!”

    This silly string story was inspired by:

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  5. bobcabkings says:
    April 18, 2016 at 11:41 am

    Upun my word, these are [groan] a hoot.

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  6. Sarah Ferguson and Choppy says:
    April 18, 2016 at 12:05 pm

    These are excellent. But as someone who regularly posts a feature called “Bad Jokes” on her blog, you should probably take that into consideration when determining whether this is a good sort of compliment.

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  7. The Tuesday Prude says:
    April 18, 2016 at 12:41 pm

    My grandson said, “Are these cartoons for me?” For some male-related reason he liked the one with the pastor etc. walking into a bar 🙂

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  8. Erica Herd says:
    April 18, 2016 at 3:44 pm

    Thanks for the Monday funnies!

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  9. sepultura13 says:
    April 18, 2016 at 5:11 pm

    Reblogged this on Random Ramblings; Myriad Musings and commented:
    LOL – a few more Monday funnies…you can see that my funny-bone has been tickled today!
    XD

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  10. Thomas says:
    April 18, 2016 at 5:13 pm

    My gravatar is being remodeled.

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    • bluebird of bitterness says:
      April 18, 2016 at 7:40 pm

      Oh no! You turned into a quilt block!

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      • Thomas says:
        April 18, 2016 at 8:55 pm

        It could be worse — a Rorschach blot.

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        • bluebird of bitterness says:
          April 19, 2016 at 10:01 am

          Now you’re just a little kid with coke bottle glasses. What gives?

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          • Thomas says:
            April 19, 2016 at 10:11 am

            I decided that the photo captured my crosspatch side. The story behind the photo: It’s cropped from a snapshot of three female cousins and me (at the age of 4), in my grandmother’s yard in the summer of 1945. It’s obvious that I was unhappy about being made to stand still for the photo, or to stand next to three girls. Probably both. As for the glasses, I’ve worn them since I was 15 months old. In those days, when glasses were less common (especially on kids), I was often called “four eyes.” That didn’t help my disposition.

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          • bluebird of bitterness says:
            April 19, 2016 at 10:20 am

            My husband wore glasses from early childhood, but he stopped needing them right around the time when I started needing them for the first time (I was in my forties, he was in his fifties). I wasn’t happy about needing glasses, but it’s better than being blind, which is what I am without them. My son says they make me look “distinguished.” I love my son. 🙂

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  11. Alec says:
    April 19, 2016 at 8:29 am

    Wonderful!

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  12. Thumbup says:
    April 19, 2016 at 10:24 am

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    April 20, 2016 at 6:33 am

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