Linda and I were eating breakfast the other day, when our fat cat came in and plopped a dead vole at our feet.
"Oh, my gosh! Look at that? Where did she find it?"
"I think she found it under the vole-canic rock out back."
"Really."
"Yeah, she vole-enteers to hunt the little varmints for us."
"She's really excited. She hasn't looked this pleased with herself in years."
"Well, you know. She just got charged up by some major vole-tage."
Anyway, we've had vole-umous puns over the last few days...
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Ha! That's re-vole-ting!
That one vole-ted to the top of the list!
It turned out to be an Italian-American vole from New Jersey and a big Dean Martin fan, so when it saw the cat it burst into song ...
"VOLE-ah-ray, oh oh,
E contare, oh oh oh oh,
Nel blu dipinto di blu,
E ci dice di stare lassu.
E volavo, volavo felice piu in alto del sole con coro piu su,
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiu,
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me ..."
... and at that point the cat decided to kill it.
(Sorry, couldn't help myself.)
Groan.........
You started it.
Once upon a time there was a rebellious young vole, who decided that the constant war between voles and cats was wrong.
He decided to find the wisest cat he could find, (who he thought would be fat and slow and oh, so kind...) and he would reason with it, vole to cat.
As he approached the fat cat, he had the inspiration to sing:
"You say you want a re-vole-ution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
You tell me that it's e-vole-ution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know that you can count me out
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right
You say you got a real solution
Well, you know
We'd all love to see -----"
Wait. What are you doing? Peace brother! ARGHHED. SCRETTCH. Noooo..............!
I'm sorry. Did I just turn down the vole-ume?
I can see most of you don't want to get in-vole-ved.
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