Yake, you're ILI. Can't you it? You've started to ter, but now you will fall. 'm surely not alone in this. Anyway, you're red from Alpha.
I sick of pulling my punches. I've got punache, guys. No more punsive behaviour. I'm not a punsioner! I've no reason to be punitant.
And Wero, you make me . My 's all d up in you. You're a real nd. Don't you know that I d you?
There's vampires on these forums, but let's make a deal. Let's go out and party all night, and bring it as close to dawn to as we can. You could say I'm raising the stakes. Who's game? I'm all hart!
And, speaking of stakes, what was with SubT's "Cows!" avatar? Was he trying to claim his steak in these forums? Whatever. It's a load of udder bull. Am I milking these cow puns too much? Tough. I'm gonna chew the cud a bit longer. I don't do these things by calves! But, really, at this stage, I can't decide leather or not to continue... I'm running out of material. I suppose you could say my grainpower is insufficient. But, now that I'm this far, the damage I've done behooves me to press onwards, ever onwards.
Just like Uther's sly tricks at Hornwall. Hmm, but perhaps these puns are dragon on? Perhaps you want to flame me? Maybe you should put this all on a scale... bring my tails back into perspective. I swear, it's all flametongue-in-cheek. Hmm, in the words of The Mask, "Smokin'!"
What more to say? I'm wearing a big green. I think I'm well and truly spent... that wasn't even a pun.