I fell in love with a saint. It was like, “You had me at halo.”
My sister is marrying an organ thief. She says she wants a man after her own heart, someone who can de-liver her from her troubles, and who’ll take care of her two little kidneys after she’s gone.
As for me, I married a woman who had her face surgically removed. For love no nose limits.
Compared to a pig, falling in love with a rodent is nothing. Especially when it’s the pork you pine.
Want to marry a river horse? I won’t hippos you. Or a horned ungulate? Sure, love has neither rhino reason.
When you go on a date with an eros pace engineer, you have to take it slow.
What did the deer say to the sheep? “I’m very faun of ewe.“
Arguments about love tend to be amorphuss.
Dear Pun Gents, I want a nice pun to put in my cousin’s guest book at her wedding. ~Ellen, Ballycastle, N. Ireland
AS THE PUN GENTS SEE IT:
- This evening: open bar. Tonight: open bra!
- I guess it was the law of cousin affect.
- You really vowed the crowd.
- Set the lovin to high.