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Fantastic word game

Finishing first or second or anything else is not what we're all about here at band camp because, as everyone knows, it's the camraderie and participation that counts.

Because that's how we roll.
 
Participation that counts created a sense of camaraderie among the soldiers who repeatdly counted "Hut-two-three-four" as they marched but the soldiers still griped and grumbled about the length of the trail they were hiking on, and the Sergeant wisely informed them that if the trail was any shorter it wouldn't go all the way to where they wanted to go.

I believe the Sergeant's name was Carter. Goll-leee!"
 
Jessica Fletcher had 1000 business cards printed and distributed and after a few weeks she couldn't understand why so many bow-hunters started asking her to add extra feathers to their arrows.

Is this another sentence that's going to send everyone to the dictionary?
 
Arrows con pollo is a really bad Spanish/English translation of shooting a chicken with a bow.

As far as I'm concerned, the next guy can open with either 'bow' (noun) or 'bow' (verb,) though Your Moderator may disagree...
 
Bow hunters have to be careful that they don't accidentally shoot at and kill a knot.

I don't get the point of bow hunting. Bows, knots or even simple loops ... the meat is awfully stringy.
 
A knot appeared on top of LARR's head when he bent down to pick up a discarded pun but he slipped and a whole box of discarded puns fell on his head.
 
1928 was long before I was born but 2028 is when I will turn 62 and TFWG (TFWG as Miss Silkie knows I prefer and FWG as she weirdly prefers) will turn 22.
 
TFWG (TFWG as Miss Silkie knows I prefer and FWG as she weirdly prefers) will turn 22 in the year 2028 and I'm already planning to make a big cake and decorate it with puns, but I'm going to bake it for only 15 minutes instead of 30 because everyone says my puns are always half-baked anyway.
 
[bb]The building[/b] that houses LARR's and JeffM's discarded puns was deemed a safety and fire hazard by the local fire department so we've had the building cleaned up and sent LARR and Jeff to a small cave outside of town.
 
A small cave outside of town was the favorite secret rendezvous for Fred Flintstone and Betty Rubble.

Barney never caught on, the poor little sap...
 
Betty Rubble often griped at her husband Barney for tracking dirt onto her freshly swept floors, but he finally shut her up when he pointed out that the floors are nothing but dirt.

Which makes me wonder how she could tell if he was tracking more dirt in. :)
 
"Touch Me In The Morning" was a hit for Diana Ross and I remember an AM radio DJ in New York City years ago who once said he would as soon as she told him where her morning was.
 


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