Wednesday, October 10, 2012

A Pune, Or Play On Words

     You've heard about the Amish light-buggy making business, haven't you?  Top of their field, absolutely top; one day the owner toted up all the various versions and varieties he offered, one to suit any budget and not a single bit of vanity to any of 'em, and then he had a modest sign painted on the front of his workshop:

FIFTY GRADES OF SHAY

     Oh, it hurts now but you'll thank me for it later.

8 comments:

Borepatch said...

[flees the room screaming and holding his nose]

;-)

Bob in Houston said...

You should be punished for that, maybe even sent to a punitentiary!

Wolfman said...

A watch from, your old freinds in, the Watch. I hope the sign has a few random commas, with a title like that.

Roberta X said...

:) Indeed.

MSgt B said...

Ouch!

Fuzzy Curmudgeon said...

Oh my.

I am so stealing that. I'll even credit you.

armedlaughing said...

(from the liner notes to Dave Brubeck's 'Somewhere in Time'...)

Thelonious Monk received delivery of a potted palm in his dressing room.
His response?

"With fronds like that, who needs anenomes?"

I think you beat the Monk!
gfa

Larry said...

Later.


When will that be, exactly?

:p