You don’t feel.
You’re right. You have to have a soul for that.
I live with you. Used to it.
Tempting, it really is. But nah, I gotta work. Which isn’t to say you can’t go ahead. I’ll have to save my puns for another day.
Well shoot, that’s easy enough to get over. Here’s what you do—you find yourself a real sweet lady dog, and you just bring her up to the fence now and again…
You know there are grocery stores in these parts.
Nahhh. I’ll just smoke a joint and call it even.
Hmmm…. I knew I kept you around for a reason. As for grocery stores…. where’s the fun man? Where’s the fun?
Don’t feel like it.
Then, I am not afraid to say, you’re gonna have headaches quite a bit.
They make my head hurt.
Get used to it.
I think I really am done. That’s all I got unless we start getting drunk and I have an excuse to say we’re three sheeps to the wind.
He’ll use it to make a Scare-ace. I’m sure of it.
I mean, I wasn’t planning on it tonight but if you reallllly wanna make that pun….
Or he gave it to the dog so it’d have my scent. Either way, it bodes badly for me. Can’t stop won’t stop though. I am not a giver upper
What can I say. I’m a sucker for sheep thrills myself.
Okay don’t count that one.
And do you still have your clothes, or did Mr. Macgregor hang them on a scarecrow? We can put you to bed with a dose of chamomile tea, if you need.
I am SO counting that one!
He does have one of my shirts but I have no idea what he did with it. All though that was LAST time I ventured over the barbed wire. Nah. Nah. He hasn’t scarred me yet.
You’re such a mutton for punishment, after all.
Okay okay, I’m done with the
ewephemismspuns. I am. Honest. How are you, rascal?
I’m good. Just got in from another adventure in the farmer’s garden.
The more ewe go, I’m sure you meant.
Of course. T’would be very baaaaaad of me to miss the obvious pun.