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The Dawn Patrol: Comments |
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Are they kidding? That's NUMBER ONE for ANY year. And it has a special meaning for me, because it was the story of the genesis of that headline that caused me to check out the Dawn Patrol and become permanently hooked. |
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If a fisherman fell into the tank, you could change it to "Shark: The Harried Angler Swims." |
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The WAY, the LIFE and the the TOOTH. |
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Thanks for starting my day with a laugh, y'all. |
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LOL! Those are great! :-D |
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Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear |
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OMIGOSH! This is why I miss you so much, Dawn. Come back, please come back! Where else can I get puns, poetry (the great Judge never fails) and food for thought? I can't stand it any longer! |
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Thanks so much, Colleen! |
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This hat? |
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The shark pic needs a soundtrack. The MixMeister would suggest a blend of a contemporary carol and a movie theme: |
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C.J., LOL! |
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Is that you as Carmen Miranda, RA? |
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Quoth the prophet Jerry Seinfeld: "The best revenge is living well." |
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Is that you as Carmen Miranda, RA? |
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Raving Atheist, please don't direct my readers to photos of fruit. |
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Dawn, |
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Sorry, RA. I've often fallen victim to grape expectations. |
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Is that why you worship the King of the Juice? |
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Orange you two so clever. |
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RA, I believe the soul lives on after the body's berried. |
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Robert, |
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RA, to err is human, to forgive, sub-lime. |
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On the other hand, I'm glad to hear your spirit will be raisin from the dead. |
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Kumquat. |
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Dawn, RA, if either of you should go before me, before you get around to raisin your berried selves, I promise to visit your grave and reach out with my hand and touch your headstone. |
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I'm giving all three of you a raspberry, because you are driving me bananas. |
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Kate, |
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Somebody read this guy his Carmen Miranda rights. |
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If convicted, do those include the right to a peel? |
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Yes. All the way to the Supreme Core. |
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Dawn Patrollers may be saucy, but at least we're not tarts. Our hearts are pure-eh? |
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Woops, Avocado tell you, even moms can still be tomatoes. |
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Thanks, Mom, you're a peach. |
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whoooah there RR, you start transitioning into fruits passing as vegetables and we'll be here for a month. Once RA gets into his Idaho jokes, we're done for. |
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No, I will exercise my right to romaine silent. |
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RA, are you a freelance atheist, or do they have you on celery? |
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Lettuce quit before it's too late. |
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Peas? |
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I don't carrots too late to stop. |
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I make onion wages. |
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I mean it. We have to squash this now! |
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No, Robert . . . in fact, I'm going to turnip the heat. |
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Besides, what do you metropolitan types know about vegetables anyway? I had an aunt from Brooklyn who moved to the country and failed miserably at gardening. She tried to root-a-bagel. |
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Never a dill moment with you guys. |
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And if you can't take it, stay out of the kitchen and admit you're beet. |
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See? You wouldn't quit and now you've got Dawn in a pickle. |
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Robert, someone artichoke you for that root-a-bagel quip. |
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Well, I guess that gets us to the heart of the matter. |
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Btw, my aunt from Brooklyn had two boyfriends. They were both named Gus. I asked her why she had two boyfriends named Gus and she said, |
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Ouch. Too many puns at once. Please, proceed more gingerly. |
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OK. I'll take my thyme. |
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I'll be more sage. |
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I'm cumin to this discussion late! That's what I get for cleaning up the garden this afternoon. |
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Robert- Your grandma's problem was that you can never root-a-bagel next to an eggplant. The eggs will poach the bagels' sunlight, so the bagels don't grow, except on Yom Kippur at the break-fast. |
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Robert- Sorry. I got your aunt mixed up with your grandma, who was also beezy. |
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I wander away for a couple of hours and you guys can't keep this going without me? With Rachel Rose leaving the egg jokes WIDE OPEN? |
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Maybe everyone's brains are just scrambled. Wait until tomorrow-- Fried-y. |
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Omelette youse guys work this out yourselves. |
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Till Fried-y, then; keep the home fries burning! (That's the third time I've used that line at the Dawn Patrol. I hope that doesn't violate some obscure subsection of the Harris protocols, 'cause otherwise, I'm toast.) |
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I believe it would violate the Harris Protocols, for instance, if one were to tell one's cohorts to quiche off. |
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"Oh man, you'll rue the day you kept this thread going without me", she says as she capers off. |
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Did she say we'd roux the day? |
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This thread is a little nutty for me. |
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You do realize, of course, that the vegetable kingdom was represented at Bethlehem, along with the ox and the donkey and the sheep, etc? |
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Ah, yes, Jesus' salad days. |
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This is getting radicchiolus. |
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Yes, although I thought the fruits were cute, I find the vegetables cute-cumbersome. |
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This is hilarious. I can't wait to comment endive into the fray. |
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If I egg you on, would you roll this discussion into a breakfast mode? It could lead to a whole new cereal of postings -- unless, of course, you waffle on me. And you thought at this point, this thread was toast! Hah! Not scrambled, am I -- but eternally sunny side up! (And no, I have not been hitting the juice.) |
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CJ- Hush-puppy, I'm bacon you to stop, and I hope Dawn has the true grits to tell you. |
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Hominy of you think this thread will ever stop? |
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Robert, this thread wouldn't be sew bad if you didn't needle us. |
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Oh, you teas! |
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I'd pray for this to end, but I think only Pope Benedict can help us now. |
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Prussian Tiger, ouch! Don't worry, it's almost ova. |
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Well, I guess that goes to show there's no place like Rome for the hollondaise. |
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Julia Child, is this? |
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What Child is this |
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Lemon get this straight. You guys have egg-aggerated the art of punning to the point of grating on my nerves. |
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Oh, I forgot to sign in and now I am anonymous. |
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