So, WINDCHILL like to hear my CURRENT CONDITIONS? You may recall, I HAIL from Kansas where I WEATHERED a TURBULENT childhood. I was hit in the head with a window and I'm still feeling that PANE. My house dropped on a witch but I wasn't arrested for HOME-ICIDE. Then I met some men with no brain, no heart, and no courage.typical! I'm sorry. I just dumped my conceited boyfriend. So, now I'm somewhere over my VAIN BEAU. But, this was like my third loser.so, it seems I've PICKED my HEELS three times!
I dated a hypnotist from ARID ZONA and there was no DROUGHT about it I was under his DRY SPELL. He treated me like a NIMBUS CELL. I hit a RECORD LOW and my dog was a TOTO basket case! When we broke up I said to my dog, "Toto, I have a feeling we are not in TRANCES anymore!"
I dated a weatherman named Barry Metric. He was good-looking, FAHRENHEIT but an ABSOLUTE ZERO. I PREDICTED a STORMY relationship with a 50% chance of ISOLATED PAIN. Our WHIRLWIND courtship ran HOT.COLD and he wanted to get CIRRUS. I could feel BARRY METRIC PRESSURE me to marry him but, he hung out in ISOBARS and drank so many WINES AND CIDERS AND BEERS, oh my! I said he had problems and he said DEWPOINT them out. I gave him the third degree which PRECIPITATED our break up.
Looking back, in RELATIVE HUMILITY, my life hasn't been a BREEZE! Maybe this was all a dream. You've been an OZsome crowd.I bid you all a DEW!
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If you had learnt French and its getting rusty
This was Tiff Wimberly's routine in the 25th Annual O.Henry Pun-Off World Championships, held in Austin, Texas on May 4th, 2002. She secured Second place, having tied with Jim Ertner on points, but then losing on the clap-off.