The girl at the coffee shop moved too quickly for me to bite her.
I get crazy mad because I don’t know what “the cloud” is.
I was under the delusion that I was a zombie. Turned out I was just not getting enough sun.
I thought biting was an acceptable form of currency.
I was under the impression that, after I bit him, he’d come up with a delightful pun on the word “byte”; instead, he called security.
When my blood sugar gets low, I buy computer software.
He told me that he hadn’t had a bite in two days and I hate that joke.
That pun about bytes would come in handy, here…
I’m terribly shy so I figured a good ice-breaker would be to tell him what he tasted like. FYI, it was “duck”.
Someone told me that biting was protected speech.
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
That was strange … like strange strange 🙂
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It was completely title-driven…
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Really. I am reading the best book ever at the moment its called the contrary tale of the butterfly girl. Now that is a great title 😁
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I literally felt my masculinity leave my body as I read that title…
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I’ve heard you had a biting wit… this could be proof.
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I’ve heard that my wit bites… is that the same thing?
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Close enough.
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I love a good pun – that made me laugh. My love of the pun is a clear indicator that I really enjoy dad jokes. Although your jokes are more like jokes from an X rated uncle 🙂
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I’m not quite sure how to react to that, Robyn…
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Compliment – as much as I like to know why you can’t hear a Pterodactyl going pee, I like a good masercot joke about looking for loose change in couch cushions 🙂
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