Blame It Puns

My daughter had just vacated a chair, and my wife was trying to move it with her foot. She turns to me and asks, "Is your leg on the chair?" I said, "No." She asks, "Why can't I move it?" I jokingly replied, "Because you're weak?" And then, inspiration hit: "Don't blame it on me, blame it on mu." She just shook her head while I laughed.

It was a lie of emission.

So I was complaining about where I am in life and the path I have chosen she said

"Don't try to blame someone else for the road your on ....its your own asphalt"

I said “don’t fret”

Guess they're blaming it on the boogie.

Some blame it on Cole, but I believe it was Arsene.

I can’t blame him, it’s in the name.

It probably tastes funny.

Something my son actually asked and without thinking, I responded. I blame this sub.

"...did you hear my latest release?"

probably helps that he's a musician

I can't blame them; it was vitreous humour.

I could blame the oven but ultimately it’s salami.

The man never took it seriously at first, he figured he was just getting older and blamed it on age.

After a few weeks, the man has developed an incredible frequent and annoying cough.
His wife is annoyed and is constantly telling him to go the doctor, but the man kept refusing.

One day during an argument, his wife has had it with his coughing and hacking and tells him "Im making a bet, if this damn coughin kills you i'm writing ' I told you so' on your tombstone!"
The man laughs her off since they both have a twisted sense of humor, and tells her its a deal, if the coughin kills him she can carve that.
The man continues on for another week

One day the man is out going for a walk through his neighborhood, when a freak accident occurs between a truck carrying coffins and a car, which results in a coffin flying off the truck, tragically landing on the old man and kills him.

Later at his funeral, his wife makes a very odd request to have them carve "I told you so" on his headstone.

When the caretaker asks her why she wants to do this, she tells him about their dark humor, and fills him in on the bet they recently made.
The caretaker is touched by the story, and agrees to do it for her, because in the end,

It was that damn coffin that killed him

They blamed it on the cost of living.

They are blaming it on the cost of living.

Hey guys, this might sound too cheesy and I'm not sure if I'm posting on the right subreddit.

Every Saturday I give my SO a printed typography paper that I personally design with a pun of her name on it (her name is Des, I call her Mae so either is good).

Here's a sample of what I do.

Problem is, I can make the designs, but I'm running out of puns. Here's a list of what I've already done:

Des puns:

• Hardest

• Wordes (Words)

• Widest

• Uncondesionally (Unconditionally)

• DrivES

• Dessert

• Fades

• Des (This)

• Holidess (Happy Holidays!)

• Desperate

• Desision (Decision)

• Decades

• Desert

• Destination

• Dress (DrESs)

• Despresso (Espresso)

Mae puns:

• Maend (I hope you don't maend(mind)
• Maecadamia (Macadamia)
• Maengo (Mango)
• Maecaroni (Macaroni)
• Maeple (Maple)
• Lifetimae (Lifetime)
• Imaegine (Imagine)
• Chamaeleon (Chameleon)
• Caramael (Caramel)
• Achievemaent (Achievement)
• Gmaes (Games)
• Maek (Make)
• Drmae (Dream)
• Dramey (Dreamy)
• Maesure (Measure)
• Blmae (Blame)
• Maet (Mate)
• Climaet (Climate)
• Ultimaet (Ultimate)
• Maebe (Maybe)
• Mae (My one and only)
• Mae (Whatever May Happen)
• Maen (You mean everything to me)
• Maent (We're meant to be)
• Amaezing (Amazing)
• Maeutiful (Beautiful... I know)
• Maechiatto (Macchiato)

I'd really appreciate some help if you guys have any puns reserved. Anything will do, really.

Thanks!

EDIT: Formatting

Dad: "Was it ISIS? I thought it was just some gun-nut!"

Me googeling: "Wikipedia says that ISIS took the blame, but that the governemt isn't certain that they were responsible."

Dad: "Oh, so it was IS-ish."

The sun shone into my office through the lowered blinds all clumsy like, fumbling through the gaps between the venetian slats like a drunk fishing for loose change in his pockets; trying to see if he has money enough for one last drink or maybe the bus ride home.

The dame looked me up and down, clearly disappointed by what sat in front of her. I didn’t blame her. Three days of salt and pepper stubble clung to my my crude boxer’s jaw and the bags under my eyes were so big half the bums downtown could sleep in there and not even know anyone else was with 'em. That was ok. This broad wasn’t hiring me for my looks and I wasn’t looking to her for approval. We both knew what brought her in here, it was the name on the door.

Max Dad P.I. - that’s me. Private Investigator’s sure not the profession my mother would have picked out for me, but it keeps me in whisky and it keeps a roof over my head and that’ll do for now. The dame parted those cherry red lips of hers as she took another pull on that just-lit cigarette and nervously stubbed it out in the ashtray. My eyebrows knit together slightly. I hate seeing things go to waste.

“So as I was saying, Mr Dad,” she began.

“Please, call me Max”

“Alright, Max… well, as I was saying, my bag is missing. Stolen, I think. I urgently need it back. Shall I describe it to you?”

“No that’s alright miss. You got nothing to worry about,” I replied, sliding a bottle out of the desk drawer and pouring a big slug of scotch into to my morning coffee, “I’m sure it’ll be a brief case.”

My dance partner dislocated my arm. She told me that she was not going to shoulder all the blame and that it was a joint effort.

Long standing eye roll dad joke at my house. My son flipped it back on me.

Me: did you notice anything (pointing to my new hair cut)? Son (7 years old): You got a hair cut! Me: I got 'em all cut. Son (thoughtfully): What's a mall cut?

I guess I ran "'em all" together. I blame it on my Southern accent.

Courtney Love once asked Jon Bon Jovi to name her new band. Bon Jovi jokingly suggested 'Hole'.

Love though this was great - provocative and rude - so she went with it. Her ex, Corey Hart, of 'Sunglasses At Night' fame, did not approve. He sought to confront Bon Jovi on the night of Hole's first gig and, a little drunk, tried to climb the fence of Bon Jovi's LA estate.

Bon Jovi, thinking Hart an intruder, winged him with a gun belonging to Bono and The Edge's tour manager, who was dining there that night. The ensuing fracas was in all the papers, overshadowing Hole's debut, and angering Kurt Cobain, who was interested in Hole's lead singer.

Cobain sent Jon Bon Jovi a note, demanding he apologise, and Bon Jovi replied ...

"Shot Corey Hart, and U2 blamed. You give Love a band name."

He didn't believe me. Well I can't blame him, it WAS a bit of a stretch.

I'm blaming it on his dad because apparently he has a bad paw

Cause at least it wasn't asworstos.

Edit: credit to /u/BlameItOnBlue

I was holding my month-old son after dinner and he kept ripping ass (seriously, this kid farts so loudly I get blamed for it). My wife comes up behind me and asks, "so, are you surviving his... ass-ault?" and gives me this shit-eating grin. I groaned, the baby farted, I changed his diaper (as is my duty.. heh heh... duty).

Let's just say the taste and smell wasn't the best. My daughter (we can call her LD) was refusing to eat any more when my wife reminded her that she wouldn't get any dessert unless she ate a few more bites. I notice that LD was just barely eating two black beans off her spoon. I looked at BDH and LD and said "I don't blame you for only eating the beans. The rest is just fowl." It took a few seconds before hearing the groans we all love so much.

So I just got back from a run, and must have eaten something earlier, because as soon as I came inside, I ripped a really loud, nasty fart. I jokingly blamed it on her, and she laughed a bit until she smelled it. As she was busy plugging her nose I lay this on her.

Me: Well you know what they say, the one that smelt it is the one that dealt it. Her: That's not funny, I know it was you, that saying doesn't make any sense right now. Me: I think it makes a lot of scents. Wah-waaah..