Kim gives me lots of grief for my horrible puns: their obscurity, the fact that I have to explain them in order to get anyone to understand why I thought they were funny,

Sometimes, though, I break through the plexiglass ceiling like a lovelorn laser beam.

Witness my coining of the weekend, heading back to the car on the Pima Canyon trail with Chris, Dan, Skylar, and Kim:

Flock of Smeagols.

Heck yeah. . .

Tags: humor, puns
Mode: ribalder
Muse: Protect Ya Neck - Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)