Post your Twitfic Twabbles Here! (General Content)

[JarodKAnderson]

Captain's advice: A hook-hand is great for pirate cachet, but two sets of hook-hands and hook-feet sorta get in the way.

[Bejami]

I was excited to start working as a line cook until I realized that the restaurant's specialty was actually barbequeue.

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

I was excited to start working as a line cook until I realized that the restaurant's specialty was actually barbequeue.

That's a groaner.

Main dish is "Aw shish kabob"?

[unseentangerine]

Pun must be used very cautiously, because when they're good they're really good and when they're bad they're really bad. I'm not saying that I have any discrete control over my bad puns, I'm just saying that they're really bad.
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I twabble to and I twabble fro. Where I twabble I do not know. A well spun pun had won. But bad puns stun like a gun in the buns.

[Bejami]

I was excited to start working as a line cook until I realized that the restaurant's specialty was actually barbequeue.

That's a groaner.

Main dish is "Aw shish kabob"?

I believe their best seller is actually the Oh Geezburger

[JarodKAnderson]

Zub isn't the boss just because he sits on the great throne of skulls. When he took over we barely had an ottoman of skulls!

[J_Kyle]

Powdered bones and lichyard moss,
Embalming fluids, too.
Forget your little boys and girls,
I’m making something new.

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

Hmmm. Putting the romance in necromancer, eh?

She caught my eye and my throat
when she caught my fancy.
And then my soul she "underwrote",
my dread, sweet Necro-Nancy.

[J_Kyle]

Hmmm. Putting the romance in necromancer, eh?

She caught my eye and my throat
when she caught my fancy.
And then my soul she "underwrote",
my dread, sweet Necro-Nancy.

Are we going there? Because we can go there...

I thought I'd be in heaven when,
I saw her widening mouth,
A crunch, a blinding pain, and then-
She - calmly - spit "it" out.

Some loves die a painless death,
Other wounds need healing.
Ours died in an empty grave
With lots of blood and screaming.

(Two - count 'em - two twabbles!)

[strawman]

Powdered bones and lichyard moss,
Embalming fluids, too.
Forget your little boys and girls,
I’m making something new.

This is classic.
An actual good poem with a solid perverse twist.
My highest rating.

[ROU Killing Time]

Powdered bones and lichyard moss,
Embalming fluids, too.
Forget your little boys and girls,
I’m making something new.

This is classic.
An actual good poem with a solid perverse twist.
My highest rating.

Weekly winner here, I predict.

[J_Kyle]

This is classic.
An actual good poem with a solid perverse twist.
My highest rating.

Huzzah, I'm special!

[Ltalek1]

Collecting bugs at my porch light,
I look in at my night light in my
dark room and I reach for comfort.
ZAP, it is a bug light.

[unseentangerine]

I decided to make a happy twabble. And one with no puns!
Sometimes a tool for expression can be the most powerful thing you can receive. Especially in a child's eyes. I wish I had been nurtured when I was little, but then I started passing out kazoos to kids and then I felt better.

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In for the rain, a father gives his boy a gift, a guitar. Flash! He helped him fret a chord. His fingers came down—thunder!

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

Collecting bugs at my porch light,
I look in at my night light in my
dark room and I reach for comfort.
ZAP, it is a bug light.

Welcome aboard, Ltalek1!

[ROU Killing Time]

I decided to make a happy twabble. And one with no puns!
Sometimes a tool for expression can be the most powerful thing you can receive. Especially in a child's eyes. I wish I had been nurtured when I was little, but then I started passing out kazoos to kids and then I felt better.

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In for the rain, a father gives his boy a gift, a guitar. Flash! He helped him fret a chord. His fingers came down—thunder!

The question remains. Will he raise the boy to be a Gibson or a Fender man?

[eric_marsh]

It's bad enough coming home to blood and body parts laying around my house. But it's worse when they're stuck to the wall.

[JarodKAnderson]

When I began coughing up tiny pellets of fur and bone, my friends said, "that sounds awful." "No," I said, "It's owlful."

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

That's offal.

[unseentangerine]

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Already with an Emmy and a Grammy, York was beside himself when he won an Oscar. Two girls and a boy will make a fine family.