I bet that last one really rattled your bones. By now most of the people got a bone to pick with me. I’ve got a skele-ton of them, but tibia honest, I don’t know where to put them any more. My pun vault has gone bone-dry. Anyway, I’m gonna leave now, I think I came down with a femur and my mom doesn’t appreciate my skullduggery on the blog, so bye, and keep an eye socket out for more humerus blogs from me. (I’m not sorry)