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Howdy, friendly reading person!Happy Friday, everybody! It’s time once again for Punchline Fever! For those of you who missed last week’s inaugural run, here are the rules of the game, as quoted from that post:
1) I’ll sit around, day and night, thinking of a short but flexible setup for a joke.
B) I’ll post the best setup I can think of, but with a blank where the punchline should go.
iii) Then it’s up to you to come up with your best line, and leave it in the comments, for all to snicker over.
I’ve also signed up to get the festivities started with a punchline of my own, just to grease your naughty little wheels. So without further ado, let’s get to this week’s festivities!
Punchline Fever #2:
‘Why yes, Mr. Finley, that is quite a rash you’ve got there. But frankly, you have to expect such things if you allow your wife to ___________________’
Oh my goodness, the fun we’ll have!
So dig in, folks. No lines, no waiting. And be sure to check out all the Fevers — currently only two, but there’ll be a new one every week! It’s never too late to chime in, you know. This is one fever that’s fun to catch! Woot!
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…feed you ‘chickenpox soup for the soul’.
Intern UNDER a presidential hopeful.
covet your neighbors house
Wear fiberglass gloves!
Have sex in the ivy patch!
sell her body for medical experiments and then find out that she’s actually just sleeping with the whole entire college football team and catching god knows what from those muscle-bound idiots … THAT WHORE!
sorry … where am i? i blacked out there for a sec.
put her mouth where my herpes are!
act as sex therapist at a veterinary clinic.
your money where her mouth is.
oops -that’s PUT your money where her mouth is.
explore the premise that A bird in the hand is as good as two in the BUSH.
go into the kitchen.
[ok, that was a little self-referential (see previous “punchline fever” if it doesn’t make sense)]
continue to have 3 ways with Rosie O’Donnell and her wife/husband thingy.
lick you after eating shellfish. you know you’re allergic!
cowbang a pile of pudsnugglers.
host the Moravian Soccer Team.
Eat peanuts under the covers.
Sit there all day!
buy a book titled How To Give Your Spouse a Nasty Rash When They Piss You Off.
take night classes in acupuncture.
eat hot wings in bed.
skip the rinse cycle. (I’m running out of steam here.)
own a flea circus.
suck on cough drops all day due to her horrendous ass-kicking cold and then ask for a hummer!