I’m sick of puns about the desert – they’re so overdune.
Kepler and Galileo were deadlocked in the finals of the Great Astronomy Puns Contest. So judge Spooner was called in to Brahe-cho the Ty.
The punster made a loaf of bread that had no crust. When asked if it was a joke, he said “Yes – it’s my rye-bald sense of humour!”
How do you hunt down a cunning linguist?
With a semioterotomatic rifle!
Why is this web site better than sex?
Because the pun is mightier than the ‘s’-word.
Did you hear the pun about the crotch?
It’s a real groiner.