He and She were sitting together while the church choir was doing its thing …
He (whispering): “You’d think that a God who loved us would choose not to be visualized as a loan officer. Especially in this economy.”
She (ditto, with an effort): “Sweetheart, you can take God’s love to the bank, but how does that make God a loan officer?”
He: “Just listen to those folks up there. Over and over. Owe my God …”
She: “Oh my … well, love, it’s worse than that. You’re in debt to a pack of insects too. Take care lest they work a sting on you.”
She: “Owe bee quiet!“
LOL! I love your silliness…
.-= MelliÂ´s last blog ..Valentine Candy & A Little Devil =-.
Thanks, Melli. I thought that meant we were rich beyond measure, until I realized that the syli is no longer a recognized currency.
Never a dull moment with you two!
.-= Jenn@ You know… that blog?Â´s last blog ..25 things about â€œUsâ€ =-.
Stock tip, Jenn. Buy Brasso. 😉
LOL…even in church LOL
.-= ThomÂ´s last blog ..Scenic Sunday 83 =-.
Even in church, Thom? That’s an odd remark …
once a punster, always a punster… loved this!
.-= polonaÂ´s last blog ..for want of something warm =-.
Just taking advantage of happunstance, Polona. Thanks.
I owe, I owe
It’s off to work I go!
I owe, I owe, I owe, I owe
I owe, I owe, I owe, I owe
(whistles and thinks that word is spelled rather strangely…)
.-= kcinnovaÂ´s last blog ..Friday 5: Fat Tuesday edition =-.
Karen, the dwarfs needed a stronger union. You?
Kcinnova said what I wanted to say! So I’ll say ditto
I was going to ask when Amoeba would start writing these. Then I saw he wrote this one. 🙂
Good work, Amoeba.
Perhaps I should have said,
“Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to church I go.
I owe, I owe, I owe,”
.-= JimÂ´s last blog ..The Saint who went to Hell â€” Six Word Saturday â€” Oxymoron? =-.
Jim, most of these are co-productions. Not this one though, Quilly disavows all knowledge or responsibility. Probably afraid of lightning strikes.
Snicker, at You two
.-= BillÂ´s last blog ..A Wee Change =-.
Did you have those things in the freezer before you tossed them at us, Bill? [ducks] 😉
How close were the lightning strikes to you both?
.-= NessaÂ´s last blog ..Donâ€™t Wine About Snow =-.
Nessa, God missed.
All I keep hearing is “Send in the clowns”
.-= Granny AnnieÂ´s last blog ..ASK THE OTHER PARENT =-.
Don’t bother, Annie. They’re here. 😉
At least he whispers ! mine can’t whisper. Whispering is unknow in Italy even in a church, lol !
.-= GattinaÂ´s last blog .. =-.
Maybe that’s as well, Gattina. WHISPER, n. A sound that is inaudible and unintelligible to the person in the next chair to whom it is directed, but is clearly heard by persons on the other side of the room who are trying to listen to something else and are annoyed by the intrusion.
Pee–ew, what puns.
.-= Susan at Stony RiverÂ´s last blog ..Microfiction Monday #19 =-.
Someone’s gonna need to sit between you two if you don’t behave!
.-= Mocha with LindaÂ´s last blog ..TSMSS – Wonderful Grace of Jesus =-.
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