Give her an inch and she’ll take a foot…
…and kick your ass to boot.
And to think that I had such high hopes for Unity.
No one wants to jam a toe, toe jam, or to step on anyone else’s toes.
I sense a punithon afoot…
Could be the result of foot-in-mouth disease.
How did Unity-? Where did Unity-? The world may never know…
Reminds me of a sculpt I did in High School. Title was, “Ask me about my operation!”
Right now, one the zombies is stumbling just a little more than usual and is wondering where he lost that part this time.
Yes, but the *sewing*…???
“Heel, Sweetheart.”
That was arch.
Perhaps she should just ankle this production.
I don’t think she’s going to turn heel.
Puns are professional. It’s not like she’s bouncing around spouting Limericks.
There once was a cyborg named Ace Woo-ed women at every base But once ladies glanced at His special enhancement They vanished with nary a trace
There once was a zombie girl’s head Who filled all her colleagues with dread Not to be outdone She mastered the pun And her friends all rapidly fled
With Unity, anything goes. Professionalism, who knows? But Sweetheart’s appeal Puts her on her heel. And keeping her up on her toes.
“I’m a dog, I walk digitigrade. I’m always on my toes.”
Just don’t tell her to heel.
Or to toe the line.
Bless my sole, no, though the ball would be in her court then, pinky swear.
The puns, they hurt. D;
Foot not appreciate pedepuns. Foot feel arch. Foot cramp at these spurious foot fetishes. Foot shall stomp out this wee wee wee silliness all the way home!
Give her an inch and she’ll take a foot…
…and kick your ass to boot.
And to think that I had such high hopes for Unity.
No one wants to jam a toe, toe jam, or to step on anyone else’s toes.
I sense a punithon afoot…
Could be the result of foot-in-mouth disease.
How did Unity-? Where did Unity-? The world may never know…
Reminds me of a sculpt I did in High School. Title was, “Ask me about my operation!”
Right now, one the zombies is stumbling just a little more than usual and is wondering where he lost that part this time.
Yes, but the *sewing*…???
“Heel, Sweetheart.”
That was arch.
Perhaps she should just ankle this production.
I don’t think she’s going to turn heel.
Puns are professional. It’s not like she’s bouncing around spouting Limericks.
There once was a cyborg named Ace
Woo-ed women at every base
But once ladies glanced at
His special enhancement
They vanished with nary a trace
There once was a zombie girl’s head
Who filled all her colleagues with dread
Not to be outdone
She mastered the pun
And her friends all rapidly fled
With Unity, anything goes.
Professionalism, who knows?
But Sweetheart’s appeal
Puts her on her heel.
And keeping her up on her toes.
“I’m a dog, I walk digitigrade. I’m always on my toes.”
Just don’t tell her to heel.
Or to toe the line.
Bless my sole, no, though the ball would be in her court then, pinky swear.
The puns, they hurt. D;
Foot not appreciate pedepuns. Foot feel arch. Foot cramp at these spurious foot fetishes. Foot shall stomp out this wee wee wee silliness all the way home!