What Obama suffered from after the holidays: Presidential eggnog-urination.

New Puns on Demand filled today!
What Obama suffered from after the holidays: Presidential eggnog-urination.

New Puns on Demand filled today!
I wanted to go golfing but spent my day covered in dog vomit. I guess that’s barf for the curs.
Until you catch a whiff of your own farts, you will never have any scents of who you are.
I ate lots of beans. Now I’m like the Beach Boys, feeling the gut fibrations.
A lynch mob chased after a flatulent Thomas Hardy, an incident which inspired his great novel, Fart From the Madding Crowd.
There’s a new upscale periodical for fashionable, flatulent men. It’s called Ass choir Magazine.
If men and women use a bathroom, do hermaphrodites use a bothroom?
NED: I won’t tolerate potty talk.
ED: Why not?
NED: Because, it’s looed!
ED: You seem quite johndiced! You’re flush with rage.
NED: I have toilet you know this.
ED: Don’t be a pooer sport.
NED: Oh, now urine for it!
There are vast quantities of natural gas held in tense grip between warring Middle Eastern Cheeks. This has led to methane-ous crimes among the rival arsetalkocracies, including the recent assgassination of the Blue Angel, leader of the Qatar people — which puts all Fartsees under a cloud of suspicion. Once the flow of blood is stenched, the factions must put this behind them and shart a new course, toot suite.
Does the Journal of Incontinence Research utilize pee-er review?