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Sorry, guys, I gotta put a patch on this for now. I’ve got other tales to weave.
 
there's always a pattern to my shenanigans, a warp running through the weft, like something looming over you as you shuttle from side to side.
 
there's always a pattern to my shenanigans, a warp running through the weft, like something looming over you as you shuttle from side to side.
There you go again, making your silky puns with pinpoint accuracy, making everyone else's efforts look woolly.
 
Oh, my sweet summer child.
Hey, it's all very well for you, sat in your ivory tower. But even if you pretend that you don't give a dam', ask yourself whether punning ever made anyone truly happy. For example, it's never brought anyone any cash, mere groans and the occasional chuckle.
 
Hey, it's all very well for you, sat in your ivory tower. But even if you pretend that you don't give a dam', ask yourself whether punning ever made anyone truly happy. For example, it's never brought anyone any cash, mere groans and the occasional chuckle.
a well-executed pun gives me a glow for the rest of the day.

But then, I am terrible.
 
Hey, it's all very well for you, sat in your ivory tower. But even if you pretend that you don't give a dam', ask yourself whether punning ever made anyone truly happy. For example, it's never brought anyone any cash, mere groans and the occasional chuckle.
The puns here have left me in stitches...
 
I do not like sewing wordplay or puns,
I do not like them Mr StillStunned,
onehitwanda may stitch them galore,
but she’s knitting a Frankenstein – a patchwork of gore.

But scissor jokes are cutting-edge parody.
Knot to me – they’re part of the malady.
A Sword of Damocles now hangs by a thread;
when I close my eyes, puns will weave through my head.

Don’t you like them in this thread?
No. Fuck that shit, I’m going to bed.

Then cast-off this site, if you insist it’s bedtime,
and sweet-seams of words, find a last one that might… cohere.
 
I was about to post something here... oh, look, there's a butterfly at the window; my cat, CAT, is going insane. What were we talking about?
 
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