Punching People and Yards

RICHARD

Hey There Hi There Ho There Webnet Folks,

This week, I’m going to review what is by far the most overrated part of a single, detached house: The Yard. So many people think the yard is a pretty place where you plant flowers, put up a nice fence, and create an “inviting” atmosphere. Are they crazy? The yard is where killers, conmen and the postal service ply their wicked trade, threatening your very essence with every step they take towards your triple reinforced door. What’s that swaying out in the yard – is it the wispy branches of a willow tree or the leathery tendrils of Satan? I don’t know, but you can bet that I’m not going out there to evil’s incubator to find out. Two thumbs down!

Regards,

Richard

POON

Hello Webnet. Poon here. Let’s review punching.

While window-shopping for eyeglasses today, I dropped my week-old, chocolate donut. I became three shades of red and punched the air. Apparently I punched too close to a passerby, barely missing, but scaring the daylights out of someone’s five-year-old son. So his Mom punched me. And, she didn’t miss.

Punching hurts like ants at a barefoot picnic.

Do you get punched?

TTFN,

Poon

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