Summer Sunday Puns #28

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Summer Sunday Puns #28

 

Grills are a hot item.

It was so hot the other day that even the mosquitoes were dropping like flies.

Sitting in the sun last summer a lot of people became well-red.

 

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I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.

Did you hear about the guy who got hit in the head with a can of soda? He was lucky it was a soft drink.

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I needed a raise in my allowance. Mowing the grass all summer just wasn’t cutting it.

He drove his expensive car into a tree and found out how the Mercedes bends.

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I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It’s impossible to put down.

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Some people say I’m addicted to summersaults, but that’s just how I roll.

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She got fired from the hot dog stand for putting her hair in a bun.


Summer Sunday Puns #28

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At Long Last Summer

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F. Scott Fitzgerald

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott FitzgeraldThe Great Gatsby

Henry David Thoreau

“One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.”

― Henry David Thoreau

Maggie Stiefvater

“I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,
From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,
I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,
But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,
It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,
It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand
I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.”
― Maggie StiefvaterShiver
John Keats

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

― John KeatsBright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

Henry James

“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
― Henry James

John Steinbeck

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

At Long Last Summer