Tag Archives: puns

“Poe man out”

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March 8, 2026 · 11:24 pm

“Don’t know Dick?”

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Filed under 2023, humor, puns

“Bread line”

Bread line

Line up, single file. /

You have to cool off a while. /

A pan handler’s dream.

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#haiku #poem #poetry #bread #bananabread #pan #homemade #july #wednesday #2020 #baking #stormhaven #oldnorthknoxville #photooftheday #davidebooker #knoxville #tennessee #070120

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Sunday silliness: “Wipe”

“Crap, you’re old,” said the person who gave a shit.

I, though, felt no reason to dump on the birthday boy. I wiped my hands of the situation.

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Filed under 2022, Sunday silliness

Monday morning writing joke: “Water works”

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February 7, 2022 · 6:09 am

cARtOONSdAY: “aUTOcORRECT”

Writing the wrongs
Writing the wrongs

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Monday morning writing joke: “Forward leaning”

A handy reminder in case you forgot to spring them forward this past weekend.

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Monday (morning) writing joke: “Dueling puns, part 11: ‘Alaska'”

Two writers who didn’t like each other met in a bar, as such writers often do. Each claimed it was his favorite bar and each claimed he had found it first. After several months of glowering at each other and bad mouthing each other, they agree to settle the matter with a duel of puns.

Since the tall writer won the tenth round, the short writer was allowed to go first for round eleven. A set of cards was placed on the table between them, face down. On each card was a subject. The short writer flipped the card over and the subject was “Alaska.”

Props were allowed, and for each turn, each writer could make one phone call.

Each writer had to say his pun and the audience would get to pick which one they preferred. The bartender, a waiter, and a waitress would be the judges as to who got the loudest groan.

After thinking a moment, the short writer stood and took off his glasses, then put them back on, and then took them off again. As he did this, he said, “I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.”

This immediately drew a few laughs, and moan or two, and some applause.

The tall writer waited until things were quiet, then he asked for a match. He lit the match and as it burned, he said, “Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.”

By then the match had burned down to his fingers. He dropped it and quickly stepped on it. A spark flew up from his foot and caught a paper napkin on fire. He then tried to stomp that out, but more sparks flew and soon the entire bar was on fire.

The crowd hesitated, then groaned, and scrambled over each other and out the door.

As the ashes were sprayed one last time to make sure they were no longer hot, the soot covered bartender said both writers lost that round.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Adding up — the puns”

Just when you thought it was safe to square your Pi.

Just when you thought it was safe to square your Pi.

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Photo finish Friday: “Sheepish”

The baaaad are everywhere.

The baaaad are everywhere.

“Listen up, boys,” the head sheep said. “We have one chance to get this right. The sow keeps all her money at the Piggy Bank on the corner. We show a little backbone and knock it over and we’ll never have to cower again. You with me?”

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