Buccaneer
Only a...buck an ear?
A Uni-Corn.
A unicorn
A punicorn
Me; "What are you wearing??" Dad; "its my crop top"
They were really corny
It was promoted to kernel!
I said "at least it wasn't a General of Corn". No one laughed except me.
It was a-maize-ing.
It was some unique corn.
After we were done, he gave the cobs to our two dogs as a treat. For the rest of the night, my dad referred to them as his "corndogs".
A nightmare
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
... keep reading on reddit ➡So I went to the farmers market the other day and I saw pirate selling whole corn on the cob... I asked him “how much is your corn?”
He replied “A buccaneer!”
A horse that wears corn on cob on its head in order to blend in with the other magical horses.
He got caught sleeping on the cob.
Needless to say I was starving, as fate would have it a ripe piece fell down right at my feet. Startled I called out “well I guess it’s on the house!” To my amazement the stalk came to life and said “Nonsense! It’s on the cob!”
Unicorn on the cob web
http://i.imgur.com/LT5FoFE.png
Groans all round.
It was interested in the ma-cob.
He had a cob on
Dad: a cob salad!
Son: dad, quit it with the corny jokes.
There were costumed food characters on stage in a cooking demonstration at the fair we were at (ice cream, churro, orange, and really round corn on the cob).
As the corn character was introduced, I turned to my girlfriend and said, "Aww shucks, that corn is a little husky."
The immediate look of disdain and the eye roll from her is my reason for living.
Cob, eh.
Corn on the cob-web
We were having dinner and my mom was commenting on how my dad doesn't eat his corn on the cob fully and to the cob. His reply:
Dad: I have summer teeth! Some are there, some are not.
We were wrapping corn in the morning. There were dozens of cobs on the table. I Said. "No one make any corny jokes."
We had corn on the cob for dinner tonight. My mom: "The corn was off the chain tonight!" Me: "No, the corn is off the cob."
Which went largely ignored as i chuckled to myself about it.
Corn on the cob
