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Don't Fence Me In

My pals Gus and Goose were shootin' the breeze the other day over the backyard fence and here's the thrust and parry of how that conversation went.

Gus: I like your fence, Goose. My wife wants me to build one but she can't make up her mind what type.

Goose: What, you don't get to pick it?

Gus: I see what you did there.

Goose: Where?

Gus: You made a link between pick it and fence.

Goose: Like you just did?

Gus: Huh?

Goose: Between link and fence.

Gus: I guess you're not the weakest link in the chain.

Goose: And I guess you're not as dumb as a post.

Gus: Oh, that was a carefully wrought pun.

Goose: Wrought?

Gus: Wrought iron!

Goose: Oh, wood you quit it.

Gus: Why, are you getting board?

Goose: Keep it up and you'll be riding the rails.

Gus: Okay, okay, enough's enough. Wouldn't you agree.

Goose: Yeah, it's time to close the gate on this one.

Gus foils Goose's fence-building efforts.

The prompt over at Theme Thursday last week was "fence". The folks at TT issue their prompt each Thursday and invite bloggers to post any day of the week. While I was posting the following Thursday in an attempt to maintain the integrity of the title, I've decided now to go with Monday. I guess you could say I was "on the fence" about this change in approach.


Quirkyloon said…
You are the master of punny! Me likey!

It made me smile! It always does.

nonamedufus said…
Quirks: I try. I try.
Linda Medrano said…
Very tight! Love it!
nonamedufus said…
Linda: I'm glad. Thank you.
RA said…
Touché! :D
00dozo said…
Ah, yes. My Monday groaner! Well done, dufus!
nonamedufus said…
RA: Ah, vous parlez francais! Did you know to sit on the fence in French is menager la chevre et le chou? Those crazy French people. Take care of your goats and cabbage? What's up with that?
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: I wouldn't want to disappoint you, my dear.
You're starting to worry me, NoName. I'm calling for an intervention. A pun-ervention, I guess.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, I saw your comment over on someone else's blog - Ziva's? I left a comment with KABLOOEY who said words to the effect "ladies and gentlemen may I present nonamedufus. He's here all week. Please remember to tip the waitress." Hey, it's a tough job but someone's gotta do it.
Brooke Amanda said…
Wow, I've never seen so many play on words in one place:) Good just blew my mind!
nonamedufus said…
Brooke: Well that's good. You know I have a very cerebral sense of humour. (Yeah, right.)
Nicky said…
Well done! You are definitely the pun-master :-)
Anonymous said…
I would like to exchange links with your site
Is this possible?
nonamedufus said…
Nicky: You ae much too kind.
nonamedufus said…
Anonymous: That'd be a little hard to do seeing as you're ANONYMOUS!
vickilikesfrogs said…
Dufe...I swear. That would have been so corny coming from anyone else, but from YOU? Genius! Loved it (as usual).
nonamedufus said…
Vicki: Corny? Really? Well, there may be a kernel of truth in what you say.
Leeuna said…
Dufe, you're the punniest guy I know.
Your fence post was electrifying. It shocked me and made Barb get wired. teheheheheee.
nonamedufus said…
Leeuna: Uh, oh, I think it;s contagious!
Anonymous said…
I would like to exchange links with your site
Is this possible?

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