Pun Friday
It’s time again for Friday Pun Time. It’s been a while since I last did a pun post, so it’s time to break out your wittiness and bring the punny funs. Excuse me. Funny puns.
I’ll kick things off:
Bob was not the only one arrested for growing marijuana when the cops found out that it was actually a joint venture.
AND
I don’t like hanging out at the pancake house, that place gives me the crepes!
Bring it on friends. Bring it on.
There’s nothing better than overcoming a blog-drought with a post about puns. I am, indeed, a blog master.
Pun Friday
The assumption that puns are per se contemptible betrayed by the habit of describing every pun not as a pun, but as a bad pun or a feeble pun, is a sign at once of sheepish docility and desire to seem superior. Puns are good, bad, and indifferent, and only those who lack the wit to make them are unaware of the fact. – H. W. Fowler (Modern English Usage)
I think it’s time for some levity around here. While that Clinton ad is certainly groan-inducing, let’s up the ante here at the ToddBlog. Bring me the funniest – i.e. groan-tasticist – puns you can find. Winner receives a special prize.
To get us started:
What do you call a chicken crossing the road?
Poultry in motion.
Think you can beat that? I hope so.
Happy Friday.
P.S. I apologize to all my non–Spring-Sing–Host readers – groan-inducing may come a little less naturally to you.
(h/t: CopyBlogger)