You find truths in the strangest places. I am on the subreddit r/lolgrindr for some schadenfreude fun and come across three posts from the same person, TheSouthernBelle and his encounters in revealing his naughty bits.
“But Korra and Asami both dated Mako, they couldn’t be gay!!”
I don’t watch, but I can’t pass up a great pun
So last night a bunch of my friends and I went to Denny’s for some breakfast-for-dinner and I couldn’t decide on what I wanted, so I told the waiter “I want a lot of eggs.”
“How many eggs do you want?”
“How many can I get?”
“I mean if you get a Make Your Own Slam you can get up to 8..”
“I would like a questionable amount of eggs, please. Scrambled, so that I don’t know how many there are.”
And boy did he deliver.
The manager came out to present the eggs (because, as our waiter joked, this plate of eggs was too much of a health risk for anyone but the manager to be liable for serving me), and said “….who’s responsible for this?”
I started crying out of excitement/joy/fear (no lie. it was embarrassing)
Anyway, this heavenly plate of eggs filled the entire plate and was about an inch deep (there were 2 layers of eggs in it! with cheese in the middle!!)
The waiter kept joking “You’re not getting a box. You have to finish it! You chose this!” I tipped him 100% out of pure shame (plus he was a rad dude).
Thank you Denny’s. Thank you.
THIS IS AN EXCELLENT EGG ATTITUDE TO HAVE.
MORE LIKE EGGCELLENT!
This post is in response to the Daily Prompt[box type=”shadow”]Zacronym: (noun) A pun, or play on words, using the name Zac as substitution or a portmanteau.[/box]I love puns. I just do. Some say it is the lowest form of humor, while others disagree and say it takes real wit to create a this bit of humor. I am one of the latter, for every time I execute a pun I get a thrill of finding a new way…
This post is in response to the Daily Prompt
Zacronym: (noun) A pun, or play on words, using the name Zac as substitution or a portmanteau.
I love puns. I just do. Some say it is the lowest form of humor, while others disagree and say it takes real wit to create a this bit of humor. I am one of the latter, for every time I execute a pun I get a thrill of finding a new way to look at language. This fascination with the juxtaposition of words really started with my puberty. It was that time of my life when it was all about the hormones. I discovered the illicitness of a double entendre and the thrill in pointing out to everyone all the wickedness in everyday speech. It was a juvenile and base form of humor, but it was the foundation of my love of words. However at that age, I could not see past the banality of it, and reveled in it. I was quite inappropriate in my choice of words about my friends. In college, when I de-shackled from home, I easily managed to push people away because of my raucous humor.
Now that I am past my formative youth, the double entendre has not disappeared, but it certainly is not the cornerstone of my personality. I have learned moderation and diversity in words. And I am now channeling my efforts towards writing now. I sincerely hope my skill for clever words had translated well. Who knows what the future will bring?
When I’m having an officially bad day:
When I’m agreeing:
When someone get tired of the Zacronyms:
I ain’t no hollaZac gurl #Zacronym (Taken with Instagram)
I think I’ve listened to It’s All Coming Zac to Me Now from the Nationals episode half a dozen times already.