A list of puns related to "Bashing"
A deodor-rant
Spent two hours at the grocery store getting a ton of food so she didn't have to make the trip. What do I get in return?
Text from GF: "This bread sticks to my teeth a lot"
My response: "DOUGH!"
GF: "Ha...... Ha...."
me: "I was hoping you'd LOAF that"
GF: "Where's the cheese emoticon?"
me: "WHEAT a second, I'll try & find one"
GF: "I'm rolling my eyes and shaking my head"
me: "No cheese emoticon... CHIBATTA call Apple & tell em to get on that".
me: "Will butter do instead? Cuz I'm on a ROLL"
No further response... will update if saga continues.
Is that a fret?
The most important Dad at the annual neighborhood end of Summer barbeque bash!
... and now Pluto.
A man and a woman were on their first date.
βSo, I hear you hunt deer,β the woman said.
The man looked away and turned red.
βWhatβs wrong?β asked the woman.
The man bashfully replied, βIβm not used to someone calling me βdearβ on the first date.β
The Indy 500 is a boring event.
Your pupils, they dilate.
He got out and said "I'm not happy"
I said "Well which one are you then ?"
"Everyone's freaking out that Matt Damon is bourne again, who cares what his religion is. He's just an actor."
She followed me out to the deck, and I confessed to her that I have been smoking grass.
We want his name to be a part of it, his name is baumwirst. We came up with the baumwirst bash but we think there's something better. Any help?
A guy visiting Australia gets hit by a car and is taken to the ER unconscious. When he comes to, lying on a stretcher, he asks the porter, "Was I brought here to die?".
The porter replies, "No, mate, you were brought here yesterday."
My son was a councilor at a summer camp for kids.
One day he came home from work and told me that he heard me come out of his mouth twice in one day.
Whenever we drove somewhere with the kids, the answer to the inevitable question, "how much longer till we get there", was 20 minutes, whether it was 5 minutes or 5 hours.
So, they were taking a bus load of kids to the baseball stadium and one kid asked, "how much longer till we get there", and my son almost bit his own tongue off when he heard himself say , "20 minutes".
While they were waiting on line to enter the stadium, another kid asked, "How long do we have to wait?" My son answered, "four minutes and 60 seconds." This elicited the response, "That's too long," to which he replied, "well how about five minutes".
He tried to bash his own head against the rocks.
I'm so proud. :-)
Recently, Joe has been under the slight suspicion that his wife is cheating on him. So, one day he comes home early from work, to his crap-shoot apartment on the eighth floor, and hears her scurrying around when he enters. Almost as if there's another person in the house. When he calls out her name she hollers back that she just ran into the shower. So he investigates the bedroom and encounters a shocking surprise... a pair of hands dangling from the other side of the window sill! Those of a grown man, hanging on for dear life. Infuriated at the sight of the man who's sleeping with his wife, Joe takes the bedside lamp and starts bashing the guy's fingers until he falls eight stories onto the sidewalk. Only he's still alive, writhing and broken. So Joe hauls the refrigerator from the kitchen out the window, sending it down onto the poor sucker, killing him instantly. Now the hysteria of the moment induces a fatal heart attack and Joe himself, dies. So now, as he's up at the pearly gates, St. Peter is telling all the incoming souls that in order to gain access into heaven, they need to provide a solid account of how they died. After hearing Joe's story, St. Peter allows him in. The next man in line says that he was tanning in the sun, drunk, on the roof of his apartment building when he fell off, only to catch hold of a window sill that could have saved his life, until a crazed bastard beat his fingers and threw a refrigerator onto him. St. peter tells him that he's a shoe-in. And when he asks the next guy in line how he ended up deceased, the guy replies, "...So I'm naked in a refrigerator, right?"
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