Puns

Saud dust

I call it baguetti

An and of Drews.

Sorry, but my coworkers and I decided this yesterday when three of us Andrews showed up together.

Too bad talking heads don't embody the spirit of seeing eye to eye and hearing what people have to say, no matter the footing that they are on. They should grow a spine and put their foot down and reach out and give people a hand and not toe the line. The nerve. Figures. So stiff-necked. They keep shooting from the lip, though that is better than shooting from the hip. There's a knee for decent news and we shouldn't have to shoulder the load of verifying everything when getting a leg up on things. Just getting to the heart of the matter. No, it's not a knee jerk reaction and I am not trying to mouth off and get anyone's hair in a dander. No need to elbow me in the ribs, though I suspect tongues will be wagging and someone will try to strong arm me into taking the meat out of the body of this post. Hopefully I have your ear in this matter. Hats off to everyone who gets what is humorous in this. Time to head out and go roll some bones. A thumbs up to those able to stand on their own two feet.

Cleanup was a downer.

is its own reword.

Because proper tea is theft!