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A pastor, rabbit, and a priest
walked into a burger joint
that they might have a lunchtime feast,
but bunny said, “Oh, what’s the point?”
and then wrinkled up his nose
at the smell of sizzle-grease.
He went on, “Well, I suppose
that I will just have lettuce, please.”
The clerics were ashamed, aghast
that they had not quite thought things through,
and so decided their repast
would be a dish of lettuce, too,
and green tomatoes on the side,
Crisco-doused and deeply fried.
A pasta, a rabbit and a pre-steamed chicken walk into a restaurant. The maitre D’ tells the chef “Your food delivery arrived”. The chef takes a look and says “Holy Cow!”
A pastor, rabbit, and a priest
walked into a burger joint
that they might have a lunchtime feast,
but bunny said, “Oh, what’s the point?”
and then wrinkled up his nose
at the smell of sizzle-grease.
He went on, “Well, I suppose
that I will just have lettuce, please.”
The clerics were ashamed, aghast
that they had not quite thought things through,
and so decided their repast
would be a dish of lettuce, too,
and green tomatoes on the side,
Crisco-doused and deeply fried.
Poor rabbit! Yesterday I was editing. Best line. “Summer finally arrived on Fart Island.” A/o who needs vowels. lol
Hahaha!
The rabbit was not a typo. Autocorrect was on. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Special thanks to my editor and beta readers, though.
Confession: I sat here and pondered this for a good ninety seconds before . . . “Aahhh, okay. I get it now.”
A pasta, a rabbit and a pre-steamed chicken walk into a restaurant. The maitre D’ tells the chef “Your food delivery arrived”. The chef takes a look and says “Holy Cow!”
Hey, I just woke up.