A bar stockroom must have load beering walls.
I made a pass, and the woman at the bar threw her drink at me. That sent Chivas down my spine.
The marketer picked up women at the bar via direct male.
There’s a tavern where people write poems on blackboards, aka the Chalk-lit Bar.
The guy at the bar in charge of karaoke requests never picks me. I feel like I’m ode.
Dear Pun Gents, I’m writing a story about a castle that was converted into a tavern. I think it needs a punny name, don’t you? ~Hadley, Saskatoon, SK
AS THE PUN GENTS SEE IT:
- Sit Your Buttress Down
- Come Get Pilastered
- The Bar Bican
- The DramBridge
- Get Your Moater Running
- Redoubtful Renovation
- We’re All Out of Stockade
- Lunchin’ in a Dungeon