The Return of the Pun-kin Patch

[Scooter]

Always best to duck that.
Rabbit from it.
Duck from it.
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He meant baseball!

But who's on first?

Betty expected a Harry Potter joke. What's all this concern over a gay mentor for a gorilla clay shaper? Or are you going to Snape at me for being a Dumbledoor and not knowing?

Careful, that might open a Chamber of Secrets.

[J. St.C. Patrick]

Always best to duck that.
Rabbit from it.
Duck from it.
Rabbit from it.
Duck from it.
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Rabbit from it.
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He meant baseball!

But will you Flea a fly ball?

But who's on first?

Well, they say that One Night in the Tropics a couple of Buck Privates were having The Time of Their Lives when they Hit the Ice and woke up In the Navy. They asked Who Done it and were told the Little Giant.

Betty expected a Harry Potter joke. What's all this concern over a gay mentor for a gorilla clay shaper? Or are you going to Snape at me for being a Dumbledoor and not knowing?

Careful, that might open a Chamber of Secrets.

That could precipitate a Series of Unfortunate Events

[Daniel Jess Gibson]

Always best to duck that.
Rabbit from it.
Duck from it.
Rabbit from it.
Duck from it.
Rabbit from it.
Duck from it.
Rabbit from it.
Duck from it.
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Duck from it.
Rabbit from it.
He meant baseball!

But will you Flea a fly ball?

I might go fishing with one, and wish for a flea ball for the people who go phishing.

But who's on first?

The Tenth Doctor. Isn't he running out of regenerations?

Well, they say that One Night in the Tropics a couple of Buck Privates were having The Time of Their Lives when they Hit the Ice and woke up In the Navy. They asked Who Done it and were told the Little Giant.

That's very nice, but it does tell us what's the name of the guy on second.

Betty expected a Harry Potter joke. What's all this concern over a gay mentor for a gorilla clay shaper? Or are you going to Snape at me for being a Dumbledoor and not knowing?

Careful, that might open a Chamber of Secrets.

That could precipitate a Series of Unfortunate Events

I always thought lemons were supposed to prevent snicketts. That's why they call British sailors Limeys (In the name of Her Majesty's Government I punish you! Think that's funny, ask the Argentines and the 1992 Iraqis). Why Limeys and not Lemonys? Because! He's on third, and I don't give a darn.
That certainly explains my socks. But does it explain the red socks?

[Scooter]

But who's on first?

The Tenth Doctor. Isn't he running out of regenerations?

Probably not. After all, he is scientist

That's very nice, but it does tell us what's the name of the guy on second.

Who did you say was on Second?

Why? Because! He's on third, and I don't give a darn.

Oh, that's our shortstop.

[J. St.C. Patrick]

But who's on first?

The Tenth Doctor. Isn't he running out of regenerations?

Probably not. After all, he is scientist

I thought he was Galifreian.

That's very nice, but it does tell us what's the name of the guy on second.

Who did you say was on Second?

What

That could precipitate a Series of Unfortunate Events

I always thought lemons were supposed to prevent snicketts. That's why they call British sailors Limeys (In the name of Her Majesty's Government I punish you! Think that's funny, ask the Argentines and the 1992 Iraqis). Why Limeys and not Lemonys? Because! He's on third, and I don't give a darn.
That certainly explains my socks. But does it explain the red socks?

Your putting Red Dye No.3 in the laundry explains that. Red 5 was Nigel but that's a different Formula.

[Daniel Jess Gibson]

But who's on first?

The Tenth Doctor. Isn't he running out of regenerations?

Probably not. After all, he is scientist

I thought he was Galifreian.

Gallifreyan, Galifreians are the cooks on oared sailing vessels. If owned by a mining company (like Micro$oft, mine! MINE! MINE!!) could say they're ored sailing vassals.

That's very nice, but it does tell us what's the name of the guy on second.

Who did you say was on Second?

What

Get the man a hearing aid and ask again. He's been listening to too many gold flutes.

That could precipitate a Series of Unfortunate Events

I always thought lemons were supposed to prevent snicketts. That's why they call British sailors Limeys (In the name of Her Majesty's Government I punish you! Think that's funny, ask the Argentines and the 1992 Iraqis). Why Limeys and not Lemonys? Because! He's on third, and I don't give a darn.
That certainly explains my socks. But does it explain the red socks?

Your putting Red Dye No.3 in the laundry explains that. Red 5 was Nigel but that's a different Formula.

In days of Yore I might have done that, but not to day.
Grecian formula wasn't it? Or Roman.
Excuse me I have a

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[J. St.C. Patrick]

I thought he was Galifreian.

Gallifreyan, Galifreians are the cooks on oared sailing vessels.

And the Galifriars are the Abbots on board them. They tend to argue about which saint takes precedence, favouring Saint Louis. They believe that in heaven Lou's on first.

If owned by a mining company (like Micro$oft, mine! MINE! MINE!!) could say they're ored sailing vassals.

And when they get teredo worm, they're bored sailing vessels

That's very nice, but it does tell us what's the name of the guy on second.

Who did you say was on Second?

What

Get the man a hearing aid and ask again.

My aide has excellent hearing. He objects to your assertion that he's deaf.

He's been listening to too many gold flutes.

When you've got it, flaut it.

That certainly explains my socks. But does it explain the red socks?

Your putting Red Dye No.3 in the laundry explains that. Red 5 was Nigel but that's a different Formula.

In days of Yore I might have done that, but not to day.

See, it's the dye you used to use to dye not the dye you used today that's caused the problem.

Grecian formula wasn't it? Or Roman.

I was talking of Eccles' tone formula. Some say he's a goon but he wasn't.

Excuse me I have a

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A virus?

[Daniel Jess Gibson]

I thought he was Galifreian.

Gallifreyan, Galifreians are the cooks on oared sailing vessels.

And the Galifriars are the Abbots on board them. They tend to argue about which saint takes precedence, favouring Saint Louis. They believe that in heaven Lou's on first.

What? I've Hardy Stan for that, but if he earned his Laurels, it's Oliver but the screaming. Abbots, most would favor Saint Joe, partaking repeatedly during the day. Although St. Thomas comes close, reducing profanity and taking the Lord's name in vain ('Where the Hell are we?')

If owned by a mining company (like Micro$oft, mine! MINE! MINE!!) could say they're ored sailing vassals.

And when they get teredo worm, they're bored sailing vessels

So Soun makes money drilling boats? There's a very kinky Lemon in there somewhere, bit ooo! Splinters! Although if the boat is holey, they'd give it to `Saint Kasumi. Or as practice material for Akane the perfect.

That's very nice, but it does tell us what's the name of the guy on second.

Who did you say was on Second?

What

Get the man a hearing aid and ask again.

My aide has excellent hearing. He objects to your assertion that he's deaf.

What? I guess you got rid of the other one then. Especially if they follow you around, and introducing them, or even admitting you had them would have a devastating effect on your social life.

He's been listening to too many gold flutes.

When you've got it, flaut it.

Or cut back on the beans and cabbage.

That certainly explains my socks. But does it explain the red socks?

Your putting Red Dye No.3 in the laundry explains that. Red 5 was Nigel but that's a different Formula.

In days of Yore I might have done that, but not to day.

See, it's the dye you used to use to dye not the dye you used today that's caused the problem.

Carl Jung had the same problem, his family made dyes, like the Dewar dye. But he was a bad seed and had no skill, so he went into psychology, because only the good Jung dye.

Grecian formula wasn't it? Or Roman.

I was talking of Eccles' tone formula. Some say he's a goon but he wasn't.

The goons wouldn't put up with him. They'd pop him in the eye and give him to the Sea Hag.

Excuse me I have a

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A virus?

Strata of them, but they sound so good. It's becoming a cello cold, I don't like violins.

[J. St.C. Patrick]

What? I've Hardy Stan for that, but if he earned his Laurels, it's Oliver but the screaming. Abbots, most would favor Saint Joe, partaking repeatedly during the day. Although St. Thomas comes close, reducing profanity and taking the Lord's name in vain ('Where the Hell are we?')

The last helps take a Llyod off St.Christopher.

And if Tom were helping St.Antony it'd cover "Where the hell is it?"

So Soun makes money drilling boats? There's a very kinky Lemon in there somewhere, bit ooo! Splinters!

Lemons are KelvinsChoice.

Although if the boat is holey, they'd give it to `Saint Kasumi. Or as practice material for Akane the perfect.

If the boat were wholey then you could give it to Nabiki to expand her domain until she gets tired of it. Mind you, there's a lemon in that, but that's Kelvin's Choice too.

My aide has excellent hearing. He objects to your assertion that he's deaf.

What? I guess you got rid of the other one then.

Yes, that aide de-camped.

He's been listening to too many gold flutes.

When you've got it, flaut it.

Or cut back on the beans and cabbage.

That's not quite a half baked idea. You may be on a roll.

See, it's the dye you used to use to dye not the dye you used today that's caused the problem.

Carl Jung had the same problem, his family made dyes, like the Dewar dye. But he was a bad seed and had no skill, so he went into psychology, because only the good Jung dye.

His family always wore special protective footwear when makeing dyes. It was always proudly said of them that they dyed with their boots on.

Grecian formula wasn't it? Or Roman.

I was talking of Eccles' tone formula. Some say he's a goon but he wasn't.

The goons wouldn't put up with him. They'd pop him in the eye and give him to the Sea Hag.

Jeep-ers, Eugene-uinely think so?

Excuse me I have a

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A virus?

Strata of them, but they sound so good. It's becoming a cello cold, I don't like violins.

While you are drumming up sympathy now, I'm sure you'll be able to orchestrate a recovery once you know the score. Then you can trumpet the good news.

[Daniel Jess Gibson]

What? I've Hardy Stan for that, but if he earned his Laurels, it's Oliver but the screaming. Abbots, most would favor Saint Joe, partaking repeatedly during the day. Although St. Thomas comes close, reducing profanity and taking the Lord's name in vain ('Where the Hell are we?')

The last helps take a Llyod off St.Christopher.

Yes, the premiums must have been astronomical.

And if Tom were helping St.Antony it'd cover "Where the hell is it?"

Mapping saints onto each other doesn't work, just ask the New Orleans football team.

So Soun makes money drilling boats? There's a very kinky Lemon in there somewhere, bit ooo! Splinters!

Lemons are KelvinsChoice.

Yes, from the Fahrenheits, down the centigrade, past the Rankine file, and locked away in a cold Celsius. Absolute Zero.

Although if the boat is holey, they'd give it to `Saint Kasumi. Or as practice material for Akane the perfect.

If the boat were wholey then you could give it to Nabiki to expand her domain until she gets tired of it. Mind you, there's a lemon in that, but that's Kelvin's Choice too.

You realize almost nobody understands that joke, but me.
You realize the Jedi can't use the Rakine or Kelvin scale, because only Sith deal in absolutes.

My aide has excellent hearing. He objects to your assertion that he's deaf.

What? I guess you got rid of the other one then.

Yes, that aide de-camped.

Playing that to the Hilton? No Parisian jokes for that pariah, or is it piranha?

He's been listening to too many gold flutes.

When you've got it, flaut it.

Or cut back on the beans and cabbage.

That's not quite a half baked idea. You may be on a roll.

Such a raw idea sounds fishy to me.

See, it's the dye you used to use to dye not the dye you used today that's caused the problem.

Carl Jung had the same problem, his family made dyes, like the Dewar dye. But he was a bad seed and had no skill, so he went into psychology, because only the good Jung dye.

His family always wore special protective footwear when makeing dyes. It was always proudly said of them that they dyed with their boots on.

The dyes also assisted their health, none of his sisters or cousins ever needed a mastectomy, so they dye with their . . . moving right along. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it wouldn't smell like fish.

Grecian formula wasn't it? Or Roman.

I was talking of Eccles' tone formula. Some say he's a goon but he wasn't.

The goons wouldn't put up with him. They'd pop him in the eye and give him to the Sea Hag.

Jeep-ers, Eugene-uinely think so?

They'd tie some Balestre to him and toss him overboard, with him yelling foca you they whole time.

Excuse me I have a

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A virus?

Strata of them, but they sound so good. It's becoming a cello cold, I don't like violins.

While you are drumming up sympathy now, I'm sure you'll be able to orchestrate a recovery once you know the score. Then you can trumpet the good news.

Viola, one tuba medicine on the timpani and the cold is gong.

[J. St.C. Patrick]

The last helps take a Llyod off St.Christopher.

Yes, the premiums must have been astronomical.

Indeed, about as much as a cup of coffee per day.

Lemons are KelvinsChoice.

Yes, from the Fahrenheits, down the centigrade, past the Rankine file, and locked away in a cold Celsius. Absolute Zero.

That's much ado about nothing.

If the boat were wholey then you could give it to Nabiki to expand her domain until she gets tired of it. Mind you, there's a lemon in that, but that's Kelvin's Choice too.

You realize almost nobody understands that joke, but me.

True, but at least you got it.

You realize the Jedi can't use the Rakine or Kelvin scale, because only Sith deal in absolutes.

The Sith have cornered the vodka market?

Yes, that aide de-camped.

Playing that to the Hilton? No Parisian jokes for that pariah, or is it piranha?

You may have Speared it but Inn jokes like that are Lohan on the totem pole.

That's not quite a half baked idea. You may be on a roll.

Such a raw idea sounds fishy to me.

That's Sashimi. We'll just let it go then.

His family always wore special protective footwear when makeing dyes. It was always proudly said of them that they dyed with their boots on.

The dyes also assisted their health, none of his sisters or cousins ever needed a mastectomy, so they dye with their . . . moving right along. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it wouldn't smell like fish.

It was Conched out before I got there. Mind you it was pining for the fiords of Detroit.

Jeep-ers, Eugene-uinely think so?

They'd tie some Balestre to him and toss him overboard, with him yelling foca you they whole time.

To feed him to the Fisa, hmm? They'd find him a tastey Mosley.

While you are drumming up sympathy now, I'm sure you'll be able to orchestrate a recovery once you know the score. Then you can trumpet the good news.

Viola, one tuba medicine on the timpani and the cold is gong.

You've got it Beethoven then?

[Daniel Jess Gibson]

The last helps take a Llyod off St.Christopher.

Yes, the premiums must have been astronomical.

Indeed, about as much as a cup of coffee per day.

That much? I'd Starbucking the trend and find an escape Hatch.

Lemons are KelvinsChoice.

Yes, from the Fahrenheits, down the centigrade, past the Rankine file, and locked away in a cold Celsius. Absolute Zero.

That's much ado about nothing.

Would that make it a lot of a don't about something? Adieu.

If the boat were wholey then you could give it to Nabiki to expand her domain until she gets tired of it. Mind you, there's a lemon in that, but that's Kelvin's Choice too.

You realize almost nobody understands that joke, but me.

True, but at least you got it.

True.

You realize the Jedi can't use the Rakine or Kelvin scale, because only Sith deal in absolutes.

The Sith have cornered the vodka market?

Don't tell Cheb. I thought vodka was around, but I am a bit of a square.

Yes, that aide de-camped.

Playing that to the Hilton? No Parisian jokes for that pariah, or is it piranha?

You may have Speared it but Inn jokes like that are Lohan on the totem pole.

Totem Pole, is that a new breed of dog that fits in a Versaci bag?

That's not quite a half baked idea. You may be on a roll.

Such a raw idea sounds fishy to me.

That's Sashimi. We'll just let it go then.

Bass'd idea yet, catch and release.

His family always wore special protective footwear when makeing dyes. It was always proudly said of them that they dyed with their boots on.

The dyes also assisted their health, none of his sisters or cousins ever needed a mastectomy, so they dye with their . . . moving right along. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it wouldn't smell like fish.

It was Conched out before I got there. Mind you it was pining for the fiords of Detroit.

More Sashimi jokes? Just grouper them together or clam up. Besides they have more than fjords, they have chrysler clear rivers, and chevy chases.

Jeep-ers, Eugene-uinely think so?

They'd tie some Balestre to him and toss him overboard, with him yelling foca you they whole time.

To feed him to the Fisa, hmm? They'd find him a tastey Mosley.

Feed him to a Penski, and you'll find out why polar bears don't eat penguins.

While you are drumming up sympathy now, I'm sure you'll be able to orchestrate a recovery once you know the score. Then you can trumpet the good news.

Viola, one tuba medicine on the timpani and the cold is gong.

You've got it Beethoven then?

Yeah, but if I quit the treatment, it will be Rachmaninov. (C'mon, that would have been too easy).

[J. St.C. Patrick]

Indeed, about as much as a cup of coffee per day.

That much? I'd Starbucking the trend and find an escape Hatch.

Yes it's Ahab-it you should not start lest it become an obsession. It could have Galactica-n consequenses.

That's much ado about nothing.

Would that make it a lot of a don't about something? Adieu.

A deux? For two? 42 - Life, the universe and everything!

The Sith have cornered the vodka market?

Don't tell Cheb. I thought vodka was around, but I am a bit of a square.

Even so, I'm sure you have all the angles covered.

Playing that to the Hilton? No Parisian jokes for that pariah, or is it piranha?

You may have Speared it but Inn jokes like that are Lohan on the totem pole.

Totem Pole, is that a new breed of dog that fits in a Versaci bag?

Yes, similar to the Eye Chihuahua - the fashionable gucchi guide dog

That's Sashimi. We'll just let it go then.

Bass'd idea yet, catch and release.

It's less trebble that way.

It was Conched out before I got there. Mind you it was pining for the fiords of Detroit.

More Sashimi jokes? Just grouper them together or clam up. Besides they have more than fjords, they have chrysler clear rivers, and chevy chases.

But are their Saturday nights live-ly?

They'd tie some Balestre to him and toss him overboard, with him yelling foca you they whole time.

To feed him to the Fisa, hmm? They'd find him a tastey Mosley.

Feed him to a Penski, and you'll find out why polar bears don't eat penguins.

Sounds like an expedition that'd take me to opposite ends of the earth.

You've got it Beethoven then?

Yeah, but if I quit the treatment, it will be Rachmaninov.

Still, it sounds as if you've been under a lot of Strauss.

(C'mon, that would have been too easy).

It might have been too easy but you Handel-ed that very well.

[Daniel Jess Gibson]

Indeed, about as much as a cup of coffee per day.

That much? I'd Starbucking the trend and find an escape Hatch.

Yes it's Ahab-it you should not start lest it become an obsession. It could have Galactica-n consequenses.

That's why I drink tea. As an additional Tigh in, Athena tastes Adama sight better than coffee, and taste is a personal thing. I've tried those foam coffee drinks, and while better latte than never, I still choose never.

That's much ado about nothing.

Would that make it a lot of a don't about something? Adieu.

A deux? For two? 42 - Life, the universe and everything!

A little deux coupe, perhaps? That's supposedly the secret of life as well.

The Sith have cornered the vodka market?

Don't tell Cheb. I thought vodka was around, but I am a bit of a square.

Even so, I'm sure you have all the angles covered.

Except the angles that are just wrong for that, quick-acting tesseract-ine.

Playing that to the Hilton? No Parisian jokes for that pariah, or is it piranha?

You may have Speared it but Inn jokes like that are Lohan on the totem pole.

Totem Pole, is that a new breed of dog that fits in a Versaci bag?

Yes, similar to the Eye Chihuahua - the fashionable gucchi guide dog

I just wish it could be the Eye of Cthulhu . . . no, they'd probably enjoy all those tentacles.

That's Sashimi. We'll just let it go then.

Bass'd idea yet, catch and release.

It's less trebble that way.

The only thing I trebble before is the IRS man, and the fact he may be doing my healthcare if the Demos get their way. 'You haven't gotten your pap smear, we'll have to send you to prison.' 'But I'm a guy!' 'Ignorance of the law is no excuse.'

It was Conched out before I got there. Mind you it was pining for the fiords of Detroit.

More Sashimi jokes? Just grouper them together or clam up. Besides they have more than fjords, they have chrysler clear rivers, and chevy chases.

But are their Saturday nights live-ly?

No, I would like to register a complaint, they're definitely a Second-City team.

They'd tie some Balestre to him and toss him overboard, with him yelling foca you they whole time.

To feed him to the Fisa, hmm? They'd find him a tastey Mosley.

Feed him to a Penski, and you'll find out why polar bears don't eat penguins.

Sounds like an expedition that'd take me to opposite ends of the earth.

They call that a burial. Unless you're shaving tomatoes, then it's a berry awl.

You've got it Beethoven then?

Yeah, but if I quit the treatment, it will be Rachmaninov.

Still, it sounds as if you've been under a lot of Strauss.

I've been painting to relax, water-filled ditches mostly, you know Mozart.

(C'mon, that would have been too easy).

It might have been too easy but you Handel-ed that very well.

I'd agree but I want to be Mussorgsky about it.

[J. St.C. Patrick]

That much? I'd Starbucking the trend and find an escape Hatch.

Yes it's Ahab-it you should not start lest it become an obsession. It could have Galactica-n consequenses.

That's why I drink tea. As an additional Tigh in, Athena tastes Adama sight better than coffee, and taste is a personal thing. I've tried those foam coffee drinks, and while better latte than never, I still choose never.

Do you get your tea from Cylon? or do you go for Greene tea?

That's much ado about nothing.

Would that make it a lot of a don't about something? Adieu.

A deux? For two? 42 - Life, the universe and everything!

A little deux coupe, perhaps? That's supposedly the secret of life as well.

You call D cups, little? !!

The Sith have cornered the vodka market?

Don't tell Cheb. I thought vodka was around, but I am a bit of a square.

Even so, I'm sure you have all the angles covered.

Except the angles that are just wrong for that, quick-acting tesseract-ine.

Perhaps you need some intersecticide.

Yes, similar to the Eye Chihuahua - the fashionable gucchi guide dog

I just wish it could be the Eye of Cthulhu . . . no, they'd probably enjoy all those tentacles.

As Calamari or Takoyaki? or would they find it tactile yucky? (though it would explain why they've been caught going commando)

Bass'd idea yet, catch and release.

It's less trebble that way.

The only thing I trebble before is the IRS man, and the fact he may be doing my healthcare if the Demos get their way. 'You haven't gotten your pap smear, we'll have to send you to prison.' 'But I'm a guy!' 'Ignorance of the law is no excuse.'

Demos? sounds like you have a Phobos there. Have they done something that Mars your outlook? You're usually not so Saturn-ine.

It was Conched out before I got there. Mind you it was pining for the fiords of Detroit.

More Sashimi jokes? Just grouper them together or clam up. Besides they have more than fjords, they have chrysler clear rivers, and chevy chases.

But are their Saturday nights live-ly?

No, I would like to register a complaint, they're definitely a Second-City team.

So they don't stand up well? Sounds like they are sketchy types.

Feed him to a Penski, and you'll find out why polar bears don't eat penguins.

Sounds like an expedition that'd take me to opposite ends of the earth.

They call that a burial. Unless you're shaving tomatoes, then it's a berry awl.

And if it's a small sailing vessel, with two masts, stripped clean it's a bare yawl.

You've got it Beethoven then?

Yeah, but if I quit the treatment, it will be Rachmaninov.

Still, it sounds as if you've been under a lot of Strauss.

I've been painting to relax, water-filled ditches mostly, you know Mozart.

If you conduct yourself well, you'll be Fiedler-ing better in no time.

(C'mon, that would have been too easy).

It might have been too easy but you Handel-ed that very well.

I'd agree but I want to be Mussorgsky about it.

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