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.
The bodybuilding punster pumped irony.
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?
Prison novels have their prose and cons.
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!
What do pickpockets and political writers have in common?
One is pursecuted, the other is prose-cuted.