She: “I’m fading. Can we call it a night?”
He: “What? No strawberries? Nights should come with strawberries. Especially yours. But they should also come with posts. I need a post for this weekend. Post haste.”
She: “Light post?”
He: “After yesterday’s, it probably should be. Hey, waitaminute …”
She: “Fence post?”
He: “That’s what I was afraid of. En garde!”
She: “Don’t you go postal on me!”
He: “How can I? I don’t have a post yet!”
She: “You don’t? What do you call this, then? Wrap it up and post it. It’s nighttime.”
He: “What? No strawberries?”
– O Ceallaigh
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O'Ceallaigh & The Quill 
What, no post script?
Thanks to you, Susan, there is now …
You got outpunned? Back on your feet, man!
Gotta hand it to her, Doug. This time, she was Top Pun.
I believe that should read, “Wrap it up and Post-it®, my love.
😉
Free advertising, Q? Tsk, tsk …
ROFL!!!!
I hope it’s carpeted, Jientje.
I am so glad you put this up. Had you not all these folks would have come by and tripped over the post hole.
Couldn’t have that, Q. Didn’t wish to have this post posted.
You two are destined for post-erity!
And let me guess. . . you eat Post Toasties for breakfst?!
Are you saying we need to be dieting, Mocha? No, wait, that would be posterior-ity, wouldn’t it. Sorry.