There is a pundemic going on here at B&P. I blame Scott.
Great Scott. His efforts are monumental, though sometimes he’s crypt-ic. Sadly we often take him for granite, but we all know what he’s hereafter, when unre-hearse-d he vaults on the scene and manages to keep us a wake.
I just thought he was stoned.
You people are seriously trying to kill me. These puns, these puns!!
I know, it’s just tomb much!
Creating killer puns is a dying art.
Give Scott credit, though. Being Punmaster Extrordinaire is a very grave undertaking.
Credit??!!!…Has he lost all his worldly possessions?
With his pay as Punmaster Extrordinaire I expect to see him coffin up some dough.
I wonder, *will reading* this inspire him to get in his digs? Or has he, gone on?
He might just be taking a long rest, a dirt nap.
Interesting plot you’ve laid out…
Yes very inter resting.
and the plot thickens….
Meanwhile at the yard sale…
I was dying to buy a still life, it was an Edward Weston piece. I gave them money but they were souled out. I was stiffed.