Showing posts with label jokes. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 16, 2018
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Sample Sunday: "FEEDWAY" from "PUN-ishing Tales: The Stuff That Groans Are Made On" by Barry Ergang
For a number of Sundays now, I have inflicted upon you samples from my own books. As I said last week, enough is enough of that. It isn't like I have 12 books out and can rotate a ton of samples at you. So, I am opening up things starting this Sunday with other stuff.
Today, Barry gets a turn and offered the below sample with this intro: "No, it's not about BDSM, S&M, or anything kinky. PUN-ishing Tales: The Stuff That Groans Are Made On is a book of groaners, humorous short stories (some very short) that are sometimes peppered with puns throughout but which always end with them. If you enjoy word play, or just enjoy something to groan about, you'll have fun with this collection."
PUN-ishing
Tales: The Stuff That Groans Are Made On is one of a number of Barry
Ergang's e-books available at Amazon
and Smashwords.
Today, Barry gets a turn and offered the below sample with this intro: "No, it's not about BDSM, S&M, or anything kinky. PUN-ishing Tales: The Stuff That Groans Are Made On is a book of groaners, humorous short stories (some very short) that are sometimes peppered with puns throughout but which always end with them. If you enjoy word play, or just enjoy something to groan about, you'll have fun with this collection."
FEEDWAY
by Barry
Ergang
“What’re you thinking?” the resort owner demanded. “I ask for a
first-class chef and you hire a race-car
driver.”
“Retired race-car driver,” his president of operations said,
“who’s studied at some of the world’s
finest culinary institutes.”
The owner snorted. “Yeah— he’ll give the customers gas,
right?”
“The customers’ll be revved. Racing’s popular all over the world. Drivers
are superstars— including our boy. The novelty’s a great
shift for us because we can
advertise a five-star restaurant featuring a
dual-celebrity chef.” He snapped his fingers. “We could rename the restaurant Grand
Prix!”
“Which of you do I spin out of here first?”
“Neither. At least, not till you’ve lapped the fare. You don’t know
heaven till you’ve tasted his Lamb
Borghini.”
Barry Ergang © 2013
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