How about a laugh, (hopefully)

... thanks i was trying to figure out what you meant, and also my typo saying: chuckly - I think I invented a new word!

Valerie,

I really like "chuckly." Good invention! Language play is fun.

Kinda like the post about auto-correct and the "funnel" being "tomato."

Anne. your peach comments are just ... peachy. I once watched a TV episode in which a student actually sent a note to a prof using that Prufrock quote.

I wore the bottoms of my jeans rolled up for a long time, because they were too long, until I finally bought some with the right length. That quote is ... ageless.

Thank you to my great humanities professor, for highlighting the image "I have measured out my life in coffee spoons". Since then, I've always tried to avoid that kind feeling, which is why humor is so important. And I do happily brew and drink coffee.

There is a movie "Tom and Viv" about Eliot and his wife. It's interesting but not at all good for laughs.

Anne, the English teacher in you has revealed a fount of puns, double meanings. and humor. These are great groans and ha ha's,

My friend, Jack, can communicate with vegetables.

Jack and the beans talk.

I don't know if you all have See's candy stores in your area, but it's my fave. I love their lollipops that last a long time for few calories. If you buy 30, you get a discount so one day I decided to buy 30. The guy working there said, "Just so you know, the lollipops are only good for 4 months." I guess he thought I wouldn't eat them fast enough. I said, "Don't worry, they may be able to live for 4 months in the wild, but in captivity they don't live nearly that long."

Not many people know that Yoda had a last name. It was LayHeeHoo!

Where do bad rainbows go? Prism. It's a light sentence and gives them time to reflect.

I have a horse named Mayo. And sometimes Mayo neighs. (Sorry, couldn't resist stealing this from Louie Blue Coat.)

A cowboy, who just moved to Montana from Texas, walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud.
He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.
When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy,
"You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it.
It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers.
One is in Arizona, the other is in Colorado.
When we all left our home in Texas, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together.
So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way.
He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs.
All the regulars take notice and fall silent.
When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my
condolences on your loss."
The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.
"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains.
"It's just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking."
“It hasn't affected my brothers though."

Edgar Allen Poet is about to run into a tree. What do you yell at him?

Poetry!