|Everyone needs a little humor in their lives and I am sure you will agree that much of what is here barely qualifies! My friends and I have enjoyed sending each other pain through the effective use of very bad puns. When life is starting to get too serious, stop by and read a few.|
|If you find one you like while reading at work and want to tell your family when you get home, be careful you don’t carry it too far. Those with shorter commutes should be okay
One day the husband called his wife to tell her he had tickets for the play. She said “Great, I will start getting ready” to which he replied, “That is good – the play starts next week”
It is tough to do inventories in Afghanistan because of the tally ban.
To avoid that run-down feeling, look both ways when crossing the street.
Last night I dreamed I ate a big marshmallow and woke up to found I had eaten my pillow. I have to say, I did feel a little down in the mouth.
Two fish are in a tank. One fish turns to the other and says, “Do you know how to drive this thing?”
Two atoms are walking down the street. One suddenly stops and is panicking.
One night out on the range, a coyboy told his friends around a campfire about an Indian he knew that never forgot anything. “The devil take my soul if I am wrong”, he said.
Sure enough, that evening satan arrived and took the cowboy to meet his Indian friend. The devil and the Indian looked at each other and satan said “Do you like eggs?”. Without saying another word satan returned the coyboy to his campground to live a long life.
Decades later the coyboy passed and satan payed the Indian a visit. By this time the Indian was a tribal elder and satan approached him with one hand raised in the traditional Indian greeting and said “how”. The Indian simply replied, “fried”.
SENIORS TEXTING CODE
Two boll weevils grew up in South Carolina. One went to Hollywood and became a famous actor. The other stayed behind in the cotton fields and never amounted to much.
The second one, naturally, became known as the lesser of two weevils.
A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He sidles up to the bar and announces:
“I’m looking for the man who shot my paw.”
A man was taking his wife, who was pregnant with twins, to the hospital when his car went out of control and crashed. Upon regaining consciousness, he saw his brother, a relentless world-class practical joker, sitting at his bed side. He asked his brother how his wife was and his brother replied, “Don’t worry, everybody is fine and you have a son and a daughter. But the hospital was in a real hurry to get the birth certificates filed and since both you and your wife were unconscious, I named them for you.” The husband was thinking to himself, “Oh no, what has he done now?” and said with trepidation, “Well what did you name them?” The brother replied, “I named the little girl Denise.” The husband, relieved, said, “That’s a very pretty name! What did you come up with for my son?” The brother replied, “Denephew.”
There was a man who entered a local paper’s pun contest. He sent in ten different puns, in the hope that at least one of the puns would win.
Unfortunately, no pun in ten did
Here are some from a great site full of awful puns:
Definitions you may not know:
Bridge to Hawaii
The biker pulled over and said, “Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.”
The Lord said, “Your request is materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.”
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, “Lord, I wish that I, and all men, could understand our wives. I want to know how she feels inside, what she’s thinking, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing’s wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy.”
The Lord replied, “You want 2 lanes or 4 on that bridge? ”
And now a word from our reporter in the street
Breaking News: The Pitty Train has just derailed at the intersection of Suck It Up and Move On, and crashed into We All Have Problems, before coming to a complete stop at Get The Heck Over It. Any complaints about how we operate can be forwarded to 1-800-waa-aaah with Dr. Sniffle Reporting LIVE from Quitcher Bitchin
What would have happened to our reporter in the street if they chose a busy street
“I am in the street for this urgent report” *HONK* “Aieeeeeeeee!” *thud*….
Groups of Americans were traveling by tour bus through Holland. As they stopped at a cheese farm, a young guide led them through the process of cheese making, explaining that goat’s milk was used. She showed the group a lovely hillside where many goats were grazing. ‘These’ she explained, ‘Are the older goats put out to pasture when they no longer produce.’ She then asked, ‘What do you do in America with your old goats?’
A spry old gentleman answered, ‘They send us on bus tours