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Read-to-groan lagtime: 7 seconds. Bravo!
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.
frozen in time
grooooooooooooan
no one will notice that I changed this
Why the groans? Aren't groans for bad things?
I see the Awesomeness.
Puns are a capital offense around these parts.
Fight smart, not fair.
...where's the pun? I don't get it. (Sorry, English isn't my native language. Unless it's that obvious.)
Oh, and personally, puns are awesome. No idea why people dislike them.
Eye'm the cutest!
Fair Herdsmen of the Acropolis.
Bah. Looking at it, it was kind of obvious.
The Puzzler
Well that was Baaaaaaaad! 
Remarkably Unremarkable
Trans Siberian Anarchestra (it/they)
Harkinian & The Bois
THE PUN
IT BUUURNS
You can't even write racist abuse in excrement on somebody's car without the politically correct brigade jumping down your throat!
A Mediocre Khan
You win. I hope you don't mind me emailing this to my dad. He loves bad puns.
https://www.facebook.com/emileunmedicatedanduncut
I don't get iiiit! Someone explaaaaaaain!
If you worry about killing the joke, PM me! And Dealan.
It can be our little secret.
edited 10th Jan '11 2:18:47 PM by Fawriel
Apparently, the pun was not what I thought it was
English pronunciation is stupid.
Wow. Wasn't expecting so many people to respond to this!
^^^ No problem. Email away.
^^ I'd explain, but then it would be less funny.
Codswallop. Explain.
This is still a signature.
Street Writing Man
That's enough punishment for me...I encourage the OP to stop puntificating. It isn't much pun for us readers.
If I were to write some of the strange things that come under my eyes they would not be believed. ~Cora M. Strayer~
The inspiration struck, and I had to write it. Enjoy.
Ah Greece, that great and ancient land of heroes and thinkers, that dynamo of Western civilization! Many have dreamed of partaking of the delightful fruits of the orchards that grow along its sea breeze-swept mountainsides, and of the exotic and beautiful maidens that spring from that noble nation as if from the soil itself. Indeed, the land has from time immemorial blessed the Earth with brave and beautiful sons and daughters, and it is of these that I wish to write.
Many years had passed since the days of Alexander and his mighty empire. The last traces of that era were the crumbling marble edifices of temples long-abandoned, which, though subject to the slow and constant buffetings of Mother Nature and Father Time, still retained something of the grandeur imbued in them by their builders. However, the gods which men said once dwelled in these monuments had long since vanished. In their stead shepherds kept watch among the ruins as their flocks pastured among the broken vestibules and fallen altars.
One such group of stalwart men had founded their Arcadia in the city of Athens itself, among the ruins of the venerable Acropolis. Young men they were, and handsome, too, with golden locks that billowed in the wind as they kept watch from the steps of the Parthenon. Naturally the eyes of many travelers had settled upon these sons of Adonis with favor, leaving an indelible mark on their impressionable minds as they partook of the sweeping vista. A curious sightseer might inquire of his guide, saying, "And who, pray tell, are those men which make such striking silhouettes against the setting sun?"
To which his host, with all the charm and panache typical of this land, would reply, "Good sir, those gentlemen — they who tend their flocks among the ruins in this city — they are, indeed, the Fair Herdsmen of the Acropolis."
Yeah, yeah, I know, puns are the lowest form of wit and all that. Still, I had fun writing it (perhaps too much). The Purple Prose is deliberate.