I made it to the vinyl round of America’s Next Top DJ.
Anyone who worries about their hair is a doo fuss.
If someone cries ‘Fart!’ in a crowded theatre, everyone must exit in an odourly fashion.
Dear Pun Gents, I and 11 of my friends are running in a 178-mile relay race, the Reno Tahoe Odyssey. Most of us are structural engineers with a few other professions thrown in the mix (accountant, physical therapist, server etc). We ran this race last year under the name “Team Honey Badger: because we don’t give a sh!t.” however that name must go. We enjoy drinking, having a good time and running of course. Also, this year we have an international teammate coming in from New Zealand. ~Matthew, Nevada
AS THE PUN GENTS
- Busting out of the Joints
- Knee Joint Venture
- Kiwi to Win
I ate too much garlic pasta. Now I have Italitosis.
The trigonometrist needed a cosiner on his lease, because the terms were obtuse. He didn’t want to get cotan a technicality. He checked for an expert with the best online radians.
As a gift to his friend the exterminator, Picasso did a painting of a cockroach. Some consider it his pest de resistance.
AS THE PUN GENTS SEE IT:
- Scoring All Night
- Kicking Your Balls
- Out of Your League
- Don’t Touch Down There
- Clash of the Tight Ends
- Bringing Slotty Back
- Ballroom Blitz
- Say My Namath
- Ass Interference
Before the weatherman sneezed, he issued a nose squall warning.
I’m no-Z. Can you give me directions to the oo?