The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for October 28, 2020

And the lesser known A Man Called Hoarse.

I’ve heard of the hoarse whisperer, but this is ridiculous.

This is the Trojan Pony…or “little hoarse”, if you will…

he tried to get the boys to pony up for the ENT, but they told him if he needed cash he should try the ponies…

Actually, they sent the one guy with covid.

Just take some Ajax, and we’ll bury you in the morning!

…… and all those soldiers inside him…….

Well, that’s a hoarse of a different dolor…

Tis pity he’s hoarse.

He’s known as the Hoarse Whisperer.

‘A hoarse is a hoarse, of course, of course’ ..

“Let me in.. I’ve been through the desert on a hoarse with no name..’

“Ok, we need to get this man to a hospital, right away!” “Hospital, what is it?”“Tall building with windows, but that’s not important right now”

Stand right there. I hear that boiling oil is really good for that.

Use the back door….

No horse, just a frog in his throat.

Fool me once, shame on you, now go away and stop hoarsing around.

Bada bing……

Also as useless as the failed Trojan Land Shark: “Candy Gram:…

The guard laughed so hard he was speechless.

They did manage to sneak in a bunch of guys in a funeral van – The Trojan Hearse.

The castle was designed by Hoarse Walpole. (That may be a little too esoteric for this crowd – or not).

Well, that’s just hoarse sense…

Thanks for the giggles, everyone. Speaking of horses, one of my favorite book titles is “Shoot Low, Boys—They’re Ridin’ Shetland Ponies,” by Lewis Grizzard.

Quick, load the trebuchet with lozenges.

Scott Hilburn . . . I appreciate your wit.