Heard the one about the broken pencil? No? Well, I'd tell you, but it's really pointless.
Yes. This is a post about puns. They're horrible. They cause us pain. They make us groan. And we love them anyway. At least I do. So here are a few delightfully painful puns:
Mahatma Gandhi was a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed with halitosis.*
Did you hear about the glassblower who inhaled? He got a pane in his stomach.
I was wondering why the baseball was getting bigger, but then it hit me.
Why did the cat walk into the well? Well, it just didn't see that well.
I know a man who made a pretty penny painting coins purple.
A real post will be posted tomorrow. Probably. And it will involve BUNNIES! And be EPIC! We hope!
Yes. This is a post about puns. They're horrible. They cause us pain. They make us groan. And we love them anyway. At least I do. So here are a few delightfully painful puns:
Mahatma Gandhi was a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed with halitosis.*
Did you hear about the glassblower who inhaled? He got a pane in his stomach.
I was wondering why the baseball was getting bigger, but then it hit me.
Why did the cat walk into the well? Well, it just didn't see that well.
I know a man who made a pretty penny painting coins purple.
A real post will be posted tomorrow. Probably. And it will involve BUNNIES! And be EPIC! We hope!
Footnotes:
*Now don't I sound precocious?
This is an awesome post. I love puns, they make me happy.
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