Oops..Pardon the Pun..or Not...

The PUNdits thought I was all too much for their tastes.

 

Aww, you don't need their approval. A pun is its own reword.

 

.... and all I can utter is:

gotta love this thread!

 

Whew. We'd hate to get "in Dutch" with you, Mike.

Tho, on a serious note, it speaks volumes as to your fluidity with English.

 

Thanks!

Seriously.

 

Someone once defined a pun as "getting an edge in, wordwise".

 

Well, I'm reading a new book on anti-gravity technology. It's almost impossible to put down.

 

I recently tried skinny jeans, but they were really hard to pull off.

 

I'm trying not to think about skinny jeans on a penguin. The notion really ruffles my feathers.

 

To say nothing of the chafing!

 

With jeans you should always consider the bottom line.

 

Otherwise, you get hemmed in by your bills.

 

Ya know, the Parisians that jump off bridges are really in Seine

 

Just kick the invoice to avoid footing the bill.

 

Eiffel in love in Paris (with MdC, perhaps jeraldgordon will too!)

 

Cross-posted from How's your Day....

It's a little known fact that Julius Caesar did NOT die from stab wounds by
Brutus... but rather he was poisoned.

At the huge banquet on that fateful Ides of March, Brutus slipped some poisonous
hemlock leaves onto Julius's salad. (This was the world's first Caesar's salad!)

When Julius slumped over into his salad, Brutus feigned concern and asked: "My
dear friend Julius, how many hemlock leaves have you eaten?"

To which Julius gasped in reply: "Ate two, Brutus."

 

When Brutus was young, didn't his momma ever tell him not to run with Caesars?

 

The humor on that one is cutting edge..and it rules...

 

Did ya hear the one about the Buddhist monk who refused Novocain during a root canal?

He wanted to transcend dental medication.