I’ll never use tik-tok.
I havn’t the time.
I’ll tick that off my list of what to tock about.
I used to have a friend who kept changing the sound that his alarm clock made. I wonder what he’s getting up to now?
I ate my alarm clock once, boy that was time consuming.
Great stuff, Intergalactic_Gladiator and Siam_Sam. We raise hour glasses in a toast.
I got my hour glass at a garage sale. Yep, it’s secondhand.
Be careful, Spoons, time flies.
I’d like to oblige, Beck, but that’s really difficult to do. Those little critters fly so fast.
I know. That really bugs me.
People who cannot distinguish between etymology and entomology bug me in ways I cannot put into words.
If an ant marries its aunt, is that insectuous?
I suppose it could be, relatively speaking.
Friend of mine failed his Wasp Identification Exam recently. He got a bee.
Oh, that stings.
Then there’s the one about the Cockney apiarist, who was always on his best beehive-iour.
That was a honey of a remark.
The worst part about getting stung by bees is that the following day you are going to have to take care of those hives.
That’s an awful lot of activity you have planned.
He’ll be as busy as a bee, I would imagine.
That’s true, honey.