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There’s nothing I like more than having friends over for dinner and drinks and games.
That hasn’t happened for quite some time, because, ya know…. global plague. But it hasn’t stopped me from finding fun things in anticipation of normalcy’s return.
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House of Carbs?
It’s like they know me already.
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Nine drunk bitches?
Damn, I need to check for hidden cameras.
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Fifty shades of gravy?
That describes my Covid lockdown protocol to a T.
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I saw this the other day and was sorely tempted.
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I totally need cherry tomato toting ants.
In other local news….
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Such a neighborly thing to do.
And lately a dip in the pool has been sounding wonderful with temps being hot, hot, hot.
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Of course this is Maine, so while it felt like 104 one morning…
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Two days later it felt like 45.
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I replanted my left over garden bed with geraniums after the baby woodchucks ate all the petunias.
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But not before the little bastards darlings chewed all the leaves off my gay feather.
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At least they left the blooms this time.
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Now I’m wondering what an appropriate beef jerky card message would be.
I wanna hold your ham?
Nice to meat you?
Don’t go bacon my heart.
I have a t-bone to pick with you?
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It’s apundantly clear I need to buy this brilliant game.
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The minute I saw it, I knew I’d found the most punderful way to spend game night from now on.
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I will punish all my competitors.
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It’s the punultimate test of word play and I shall pundoubtedly be punstoppable.
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For all my pun loving friends..
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Egg yolks…. they don’t always crack you up.
This next one literally made me snort.
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Admit it, you want one.
Or six.
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We passed this little cutie the other day on a back road.
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Perfume…. that smells like gin?
When I have a few too many I tend to spill it on myself. Think of all the time that will save.
And finally…
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Oh sweet Jesus, no.
First kale killed the dinosaurs… and now my tomato wants a piece of me?
Stop the world. I want to get off.
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