Daily PUNishment

I decided to go on an excursion at Christmas off the coast of California. Kind of a Santa Cruise.

Next I want to go on an excursion to see alleycats.  Kind of a Tom Cruise.

The pet shop put price labels on the dogs for sale.  To distinguish the guard dogs from the lap dogs they used barkcodes.

They also sold a robot dog.  His bark was worse than his byte.  Hackers of the robot code beware:  you break it you byte it.

I know it sounds sappy, but I love my tree trimming business so much I am going out on a limb and opening a branch office.   Now everything would be wonderful if my creditors would just leaf me alone.  My fascination with trees stems from when I was just a little twig and my parents locked me in a trunk.

When I get dizzy I don’t know vertigo.

At the competition every performance was described as great. He was great, she was great, everything was great. It got so that each performance felt cheesy. And it started to grate on me. I was so grateful when it was over.

If my feet fall asleep and they can’t be awakened, would they be coma toes?

Does Marisa Tomei eat Tomei toes.

I wrote an article about Garlic. I am waiting for it to go to press.

When several children in one week died from gunshot wounds it provided the anti-gun lobby lots of ammunition.

I read a book about soup. It was the condensed version.

When the President meets with his National Security advisors sometimes they drone on an on.