That’s being a good sport, Beck!
Speaking of sports, my tennis opponent was not happy with my serve. He kept returning it.
Sort of a backhanded compliment, in a way.
Today a man knocked on my door and asked for a small donation toward the local swimming pool. I gave him a glass of water.
Stay glassy, Sam!
I see what you did there.
Just burned 2000 calories. That’s the last time I leave brownies in the oven while I nap.
Ceramics teachers aren’t allowed to bring their pets to work. One of 'em brought a cat who took a nap in a kiln. He got fired.
One time in art class I made a ceramic sculpture of Muhammed Ali but it exploded in the kiln.
Yes, it was a gaseous clay.
Did the resulting shards sting like a bee?
First they floated like a butterfly.
Heard a rumor of a giant butterfly in New York. Probably just an urban moth.
Maybe not, given that everybody’s cocooning at home.
I tried to find my way out of the forest by reading the moths on the trees but that didn’t help at all.
Despite the fact that there are a lot more folks who bird-watch than moth-watch, there’s no Birders’ Day, but there is a Mother’s Day.
I’ve heard that Thtirling Moth hath died.
I’d butter fly away from this thread before I make a bad pun.
Speaking of bad puns:
Q. What’s a cocoon?
A. A cocoon is a cocolored person.
If butterflies, then what does margarine do?
I’d tell you, but you might spread it.