I’m feeling puntastic
Last night, over dinner:
P, to R: How do you get unseeded watermelons?
Me: They get entered through wildcards.
Me, to R: The police investigating the Madeline McCann abduction released a man without charge.
Me: He was neutral!
R: I’m going upstairs. I’ll meet you up there?
Me: Wait. We should synchronise our watches.
I kill me.