So, I was debating this guy about world peace, and he argued that whirled peas sound disgusting!
I think that's called an ad homonym attack.
My mom refuses to make peas anymore with dinner
Every time she does my dad dumps a bunch on the table and says "oh no I've peed on the table!"
My husband got me with something so groanworthy that it physically hurt.
Husband: "Are you going to finish your peas?"
Me: "No, they're mushy. Eugh. Fine. I'll eat them."
Husband: "Thank you for giving peas a chance"
While blending home cooked baby food for my 5 month old this morning I turned to my wife and said,
“I’ve done it! I’ve accomplished whirled peas!”
And dad does it again
When cleaning up after dinner I'm putting the peas in a container and I hear:
Dad: You know what? You should put those in a blender. Me: Why? Dad: Because then we'd have a solution for whirled peas...
