I suggest a thread where nothing is sacred or taboo, and the post is judged solely on its pun value, not on snowflake factors.
Example:
I never understand puns about school shootings. I suppose they target a younger audience.
or...
Who are the fastest readers in history? The guys in the WTC, they got through 110 stories in a few minutes
Unappreciated puns
did you know that Michael Jackson, just before his untimely death, was to attend the Mayo Clinic to cure him of his 12 year old crack habit ?
Why did Fred & Rose West move house?
The kids were getting under their feet.
The kids were getting under their feet.
Meum est propositum in taberna mori,
ut sint Guinness proxima morientis ori.
tunc cantabunt letius angelorum chori:
"Sit Deus propitius huic potatori."
ut sint Guinness proxima morientis ori.
tunc cantabunt letius angelorum chori:
"Sit Deus propitius huic potatori."
A friend put me on to a book about ceramic magnets saying he was highly impressed with them. I on the other hand, just didn't get the attraction.
"Not my circus, not my monkeys" - KiR
Working at the JobCentre has to be a tense job. Knowing that if you get fired, you still have to come in the next day.
And one for LPB:
I lost a friend after we had an argument about the Doctor Who Tardis. I thought it was a little thing, but it seemed much bigger once we got into it.
And one for LPB:
I lost a friend after we had an argument about the Doctor Who Tardis. I thought it was a little thing, but it seemed much bigger once we got into it.
Meum est propositum in taberna mori,
ut sint Guinness proxima morientis ori.
tunc cantabunt letius angelorum chori:
"Sit Deus propitius huic potatori."
ut sint Guinness proxima morientis ori.
tunc cantabunt letius angelorum chori:
"Sit Deus propitius huic potatori."
Meum est propositum in taberna mori,
ut sint Guinness proxima morientis ori.
tunc cantabunt letius angelorum chori:
"Sit Deus propitius huic potatori."
ut sint Guinness proxima morientis ori.
tunc cantabunt letius angelorum chori:
"Sit Deus propitius huic potatori."
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"Master Blaster is the Biggest Pun-isher"
Master Blaster, more lustre than alabaster, and the Biggest Pun-is-sure, for sure! (Biggest Pea Niss, too...)
$3$4ME $TREET: How many cows can a crooked count count in ten tenths before the split second half flashes back ads for vitamin Supposi-Tory cheating at Big Sport again? Virtual virgins not so vestal, they're more into quick tricks with long slippery dicks. Travis Tumor and Large Pale Larva are back on the bus trafficking 2 more back-country schoolz.
In the sticks, the fix, no hurry or furry fury. Just Mistress Jess Amino Acid vs. Lil Lickety Splittle-Phenome the Genome the Third, and a Junior, too. How many pitch black atoms of carbon can a miser split before his nuclear family files for a less rough cut?
Signaling silent signs, her pretty fingertips clasp your bent member of The Club, staining a fresh envelope, a plum-hued blood full of spades and shades. Waiting to blow you down, huff and puff, prime pink little piggies scram in the buff.
...Miss Tick raised a tongue twister:
Neither hands nor feet are free to speak, her mystic eyes disclosed steamy streams of debauchery, 100 tons a trick. She wished and wished and nothing happened. They kept her licked up behind private bars for ten years.
(Bide your rhyme and hire the tide to roll over your debts: join the IMF dole and pray for ASEAN's inactive complicit hypocrisy, which always favors oligarchy, despotic nepotism and inside deals made in deep-dark secrecy. The general public need not learn the truth, preferably never and forever.)
...Oh let's yawn at the brawny brayers o' Derry. ...Why oh why oh why?
Master Blaster, more lustre than alabaster, and the Biggest Pun-is-sure, for sure! (Biggest Pea Niss, too...)
$3$4ME $TREET: How many cows can a crooked count count in ten tenths before the split second half flashes back ads for vitamin Supposi-Tory cheating at Big Sport again? Virtual virgins not so vestal, they're more into quick tricks with long slippery dicks. Travis Tumor and Large Pale Larva are back on the bus trafficking 2 more back-country schoolz.
In the sticks, the fix, no hurry or furry fury. Just Mistress Jess Amino Acid vs. Lil Lickety Splittle-Phenome the Genome the Third, and a Junior, too. How many pitch black atoms of carbon can a miser split before his nuclear family files for a less rough cut?
Signaling silent signs, her pretty fingertips clasp your bent member of The Club, staining a fresh envelope, a plum-hued blood full of spades and shades. Waiting to blow you down, huff and puff, prime pink little piggies scram in the buff.
...Miss Tick raised a tongue twister:
Neither hands nor feet are free to speak, her mystic eyes disclosed steamy streams of debauchery, 100 tons a trick. She wished and wished and nothing happened. They kept her licked up behind private bars for ten years.
(Bide your rhyme and hire the tide to roll over your debts: join the IMF dole and pray for ASEAN's inactive complicit hypocrisy, which always favors oligarchy, despotic nepotism and inside deals made in deep-dark secrecy. The general public need not learn the truth, preferably never and forever.)
...Oh let's yawn at the brawny brayers o' Derry. ...Why oh why oh why?
"Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it."
...Hannah Arendt
...Hannah Arendt