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 Them...