This just in from SonPalm. He definitely inherited my sense of humor.
When the moon hits your knees, then you mispronounce trees,
Sycamore
SpyNavy
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
Keep it up you two will be roommates @ the punitentiary.
He may have inherited your sense of humour, but it appears he’s also branching out.
That boy’s gonna go places!
That mispronunciation pun deserves to be in the Pun Hall of Fame.
BTW, do you know why I never took up stamp collecting?
Because philately will get you nowhere!