Told me meat was too plebian
Told me you were through with viand
Now you say you're hungry
Well just to prove it's true
Go on and fry me a liver
Fry me a liver
I fried a liver over you.
It's a work in progress.
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Yes, but what was it you called those shoes? You suspend me, oh, how you suspend me.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | July 07, 2006 at 08:56 AM
What is it about puns that exerts such a pull on some?
Posted by: bitchphd | July 07, 2006 at 09:54 AM
The tactical sin, the strategic win.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | July 07, 2006 at 12:21 PM
such a pull on some
I don't get it.
Posted by: Matt Weiner | July 08, 2006 at 01:54 AM
Last line should really be "I fried a liver all for you".
Posted by: ben wolfson | July 08, 2006 at 03:12 AM
Matt, that's because it wasn't a pun, it was one of those stupid in-jokes that's so coded it's incomprehensible. Basically I was bemoaning the fact that the smart cute boys all love the atrocious puns. It's such a trial.
Posted by: bitchphd | July 08, 2006 at 09:28 AM
I haven't read it, myself, but I hear there may be puns in Tristram Shandy.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | July 12, 2006 at 10:33 PM
Indeed there are. Proving my point.
BTW, a new post wouldn't hurt. I'm just saying.
Posted by: bitchphd | July 12, 2006 at 11:35 PM
You can expect a new post on the subject of discrete math and message sending on saturday or sunday.
Posted by: ben wolfson | July 13, 2006 at 01:10 AM