Well, maybe if you copper-ated more.
You people are incorrigible punsters, and should not be incorriged to continue.
Which reminds me not at all of this joke I just now made up.
An auction house held four lots up for bid: a painting of lilies by a leading 19th century French impressionist; tickets to a major hip-hop revival based on the pioneering work of rappers Doug E. Fresh and Slick Rick; the entire discography of Bob Marley and the Wailers; and an all expense paid safari to a West African nation.
The auctioneers drew straws numbered from 1-4, which corresponded to the four winning blind bids, who excitedly claimed their prizes.
The first won for the Monet; Two for “The Show”; Three to get reggae, and Four Togo.
The Galveston County Sheriff’s Office was burning a load of siezed dope out on the west end of Galveston Island last week. They loaded up the incinerator with the pot and lit it off. About five minutes later, they noticed a large number of birds flying in and out of the smoke, who would then fly off on wobbly courses and crash into walls, phone poles, etc. By the time all the pot was burned up, there were no terns left unstoned.
:: walks in :: Aha! Punnery! I thought I smelted something smithy going on in here. And all the way from MPSIMS, too.