Understanding quark flavours requires deep quantumplation.
Fondling your own clone is a perv version.
It’s rude to confront somebody about their body odour. Except a Costa Rican.
Before integration, amputee baseball players were only allowed in the Knee Grow Leagues.
Window shopping may be fun, but shopping for windows is panes taking work.
NED: I don’t take a lichen to flammable loam.
ED: What the hell are you talking about.
NED: Well – it just doesn’t pass the lit moss test!
ED: Stupidest pun ever.
NED: Was it too grass for you?
Pat’s 2007 Pun Off Punniest of Show Routine :: Puns about Puns
Most puns are just pointless yawn sequiturs. For example: tree puns are not very poplar. Gambling puns are real eye-rollers. Puns about radio frequencies should be band. Video games? No pun nintendo’d! Food puns are hard to take in ingest, and liver puns taste awful — who cares if they’re full of irony! Chicken puns are fowl, obviously, and puns about dismembered cows are absolutely a tear a bull. Islam puns are so offensive, they give me koranaries. So no mo’hammeding it up. And midget puns? Simply the lowest form of humour. The joke’s on me though: as a punster who is also Roman Catholic, I’m pretty much guaranteed never to have sects!
Hear about the Thanksgiving Movie? It was baste on a true story.
The two lawyers had a torted affair.
When the Europeans arrived, the Indians owned all the land in North America. Amass acre was inevitable.