Years of pondering a funny thought can easily culminate in the form of a Facebook status, written in a 40-minute time span after looking up an alphabetized list of all the nations in the world.
God blessed us with the ability to recognize a pun and laugh at it. I like to count my blessings, but it seems the counting mechanism in my brain gets stuck on that one. I want to count it over and over again. I'll be pun-ished for such silly-loquys, someday.
Once upon a time, there was a Guinea pig named Jordan. He had Ghana way from his family to live a short walk off the Costa Rica. One day, as he was gnawing on a Cuba cheddar, a Guyana girl came by with lots of extra Chile.
The man stated, gasping for breath, "Iran from door to door distributing as much Chile as I could, and I was sure I had Guatemalalready when I saw you Perusing the shoreline. Tell me, do you want any Chile? Perhaps I could even Singapore Guinea pig a lullaby."
"Oh, I must apologize!" Jordan exclaimed. "I've Benin few situations worse than this: I thought I was Hungary, but then I ate so much Turkey that I couldn't even Finnish my Danish!"
"Uganda be kidding me," the man replied.
My dad's response to the narrative?
Oman, Bryce, Kenya stop Russian to Facebook to waste your time or Norway will you get good grades. I will be forced Togo kick your Butan bring you home where there will be much Wales and gnashing of teeth. You Zaire me?
Surprised, I had a lapse in creativity.
Don't worry: I'll write my teachers a Czech an Denmark will do my homework for me. Gosh... I've been to Afghanistan, I've been to Iran, and I've even been to Pakistan, but I cannotstan YOU.
Kuwait a moment; I'm Canada scared, now. You sound like a Syria killer, China kill me with a Poland Estonia.
Ever the more mature of the two of us, Dad decided to use his powers for good.
I Moldova what you wrote and think we Botswana stop this before Jamaica me late for work.
God blessed us with the ability to recognize a pun and laugh at it. I like to count my blessings, but it seems the counting mechanism in my brain gets stuck on that one. I want to count it over and over again. I'll be pun-ished for such silly-loquys, someday.
Once upon a time, there was a Guinea pig named Jordan. He had Ghana way from his family to live a short walk off the Costa Rica. One day, as he was gnawing on a Cuba cheddar, a Guyana girl came by with lots of extra Chile.
The man stated, gasping for breath, "Iran from door to door distributing as much Chile as I could, and I was sure I had Guatemalalready when I saw you Perusing the shoreline. Tell me, do you want any Chile? Perhaps I could even Singapore Guinea pig a lullaby."
"Oh, I must apologize!" Jordan exclaimed. "I've Benin few situations worse than this: I thought I was Hungary, but then I ate so much Turkey that I couldn't even Finnish my Danish!"
"Uganda be kidding me," the man replied.
My dad's response to the narrative?
Oman, Bryce, Kenya stop Russian to Facebook to waste your time or Norway will you get good grades. I will be forced Togo kick your Butan bring you home where there will be much Wales and gnashing of teeth. You Zaire me?
Surprised, I had a lapse in creativity.
Don't worry: I'll write my teachers a Czech an Denmark will do my homework for me. Gosh... I've been to Afghanistan, I've been to Iran, and I've even been to Pakistan, but I cannotstan YOU.
Kuwait a moment; I'm Canada scared, now. You sound like a Syria killer, China kill me with a Poland Estonia.
Ever the more mature of the two of us, Dad decided to use his powers for good.
I Moldova what you wrote and think we Botswana stop this before Jamaica me late for work.
This is amazing Bryce, it will forever make me grin. (I'm not even going to try to write in countries)
ReplyDeleteTaiwana thank you for your Swede comments and support! I Congo to sleep, soon! :D It may not be Christmas, but Belize Navidad!
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