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Write a story using puns.....
Here's mine:
We have a new neighbor named Margarine. She’s from Grease, butter husband (Oleo) isn’t. He comes from Mazola, Montana. They recently moved here from Land-o-Lakes for their Health. Smart! You Canola imagine my surprise when they introduced their kids, Lard and Pam. Pam is a light, airy spray of a child while Lard could use a little exercise. Actually, he is so heavy that their Valvolines to one side when he gets in. “Oil be working at the supermarket”, said Oleo. “My celery is tallow to support us, so Margarine will be bacon some pies to help with the Household Finances. Lard’s gonna help out at Parmesan’s place feeding the cows and Pam wants to Parkay her stock earnings into a Fortune. Magazine she reads clams it is possible….” Said Pam, “Aerosol my research”, revealing a spread sheet of Marie’s Callender of Top Ramen Catholic hollandaise. “Excel Lent isn’t it? I’ve taken a Wesson or two, but am still learning. I hope to find my pot at the end of this Rainbow. Bread is hard to make, but we all knead it”. “Splenda work, Pam. Looks like you’ll gopher in Life.” I said. Suddenly, her Brother lunged for the paper. “I wanna see it too!” Lard said with a Shout. “Keebler hands off of that!” Pam yelled as she Smucker punched him in the Lexus. He was in a jam. “I don’t like you anymore. I Wisk I had a Nutter Butter!” Gasping for Nair and feeling really Disney, Lard Weebled and wobbled for a second or two. Then Downy went on one knee, trying to focus on the distant Verizon. “Can you hear me now? Good” said Pam. “I Woolite you up if you doodad again.” “Now All My Children settle down!” ordered Margarine. “You cola hurt somebody.” “Sorry about that, they are both so Tempur-pedic. Spring Air I Guess, but it Serta makes me mad. They are both grounded, no Simmons in the pool for them today.” Margarine said. Slacker |
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