Rearrangements Puns

..he becomes very angry.

Dad: Easy! Whoever used to forget to feed the dog now has to forget to unload the dishwasher.

They get really upset

A very angry person

He gets really angry

Oh how the tables have turned

He was charged with dish-orderly conduct.

Haven’t confronted her yet but the thyme is cumin.

A: One angry letter carrier.

You get "man stop!"

They get really annoyed

But he keeps tripping over his words

I’ve been moving them around all day but they still say they are “Out of Order”

Rearrange the furniture.

It spelled Disaster.

They get extremely annoyed

User Interface is important to them.

That was wrong on so many levels.

But that might be too counter intuitive.

I said it is there next to the sage.

If you rearrange the letters of MAILMEN, they get really upset lol

I call them Pepper Pots and Tony Starch

WTF

You get "woman Hitler"

After we moved the easel between a cabinet and the arts and crafts table:

"That fit easel-y". Eye roll ensued.

"its because you're dyslexic son"

Me: Ugh, it's getting hot in here!

Mom: It's not hot in here, it's just all that manual labor!

Dad: Manual labor? Ah, the most famous man in Mexico!

Mom & I: reluctantly giggling

There was, for instance, the time he conducted a crew of new S.A.R.H. (Society for the Aesthetic Rearrangement of History -BJ) recruits – all from late twentieth-century Terra – on a training study of Carter’s World, a newly established agricultural colony attempting to support itself by the export of edible nuts. Barely into their second generation, and having yet to show a profit, the colonists were technologically backward. Nevertheless, they showed a surprising ingenuity in the use of their few advantages. It was this resourcefulness that Feghoot was demonstrating to his rookies.

“Look at the perfection with which these streets are graded”, exclaimed one student. “Earth-moving machinery on this scale is strictly high technology stuff. How can they do it?”

“A new alleyway is being constructed, nearby”, said Feghoot. “Let us walk that way while I explain.” As they strolled, he told his students that countless centuries before, the Carter’s World system had been inhabited by a now-vanished race of giants. This very planet had served them for a nursery, and among the many artifacts they had left were thousands of childrens blocks, immense and precision-cut. You simply jack one up onto logs, bring it where you want it, put collapsible jacks underneath, snake out the logs, spread soil more or less evenly beneath, and collapse the jacks.

“I see”, said the student. “It’s not graded road at all; its a simple hammered-earth base.”

“That’s right,” Feghoot went on smoothly. “You just hit the road jack and don’t come back no mo.”

His students registered dismay and anguish.

“Isn’t that right, old-timer?,” Feghoot demanded of an ancient Carterian standing by the mouth of the newly completed alley they had just reached.

“Ahm afraid not, suh”, said the senior citizen, and the students giggled at Feghoots discomfiture. “Oh, we used to do it that way, but it was far too much trouble. It’s the soil heah. You see, the very same soil which produced our famous cashews is so high in clay content that a child could roll out a road of it. Then, we simply use a system of lenses to bake it into hardness. Ahve just completed this alley mahself, and ahm just a retired professor of Sports History, much too old and feeble to handle hydraulic jacks.

“So you see,” he finished, eyes twinkling, “Mah hammered alley is really cashews clay.”

Howls of agony rose from the students, but Feghoot never hesitated. “And he”, he said, turning to his students, “is clearly the gradi

They get very angry.

They get really upset

You get them VERY ANGRY

They get really upset.

Their thyme is cumin

They get very angry

They get really pissed off.

You make them VERY ANGRY.

Really angry postmen!

... they become VERY ANGRY!

Because then they have to sort them again