A list of puns related to "Conventionalism"
It was as big as the last two combined!
That has left scientists scratching their heads.
I hear they've got the keynote speaker locked up.
I got caught up in the thrill of a lava fair.
Because that work is habit forming.
And boy my arms are tires.
..... I was the captain's log
A meat and greet
It was a Spanish ink-wiz-isition.
It was a blast!
They told him that he was missing attire
It's a conundrum!
They had a few keynote speakers
Turns out they're mediums.
The security guard suspected I was not the Real McCoy.
I think it was "Much UwU About Nothing"
Linkin Park's "Breaking the Habit."
Because nun of them are in it for the money.
Due to unforeseen circumstances
I told them “Nein, out of tin.” Dentists agreed.
They call it the Enter prize
She said she would not tolerate such nun scents.
It’s rather too conventional for me...
Times Square!
A SIMPosium!
(Not here to hate on simps just a pun i thought of)
They were the wurst people.
But they can’t do it without your con scent
The quality is excellent, but the serving size is only 0.2 grams
My dad used to tell me this one growing up:
>Native American child is with his father. He looks up at him and says "Dad, how did you figure out what to name us when we were born?"
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>The dad responds "Son, it's easy: I just looked around nature and what I saw is what I named you. Your sister, Flying-Eagle, for instance, was born while an eagle flew overhead. Your brother was named Roaming-Buffalo for a similar reason. Why do you ask, Two-Dogs-Fucking?"
He was the Key Note speaker!
“So you haven’t tried turning on a light then?”
That left scientists scratching their heads.
To get a tight seal
It's my exposition exposition ex-position.
I might go if I've got nothing on.
Over 2,000 gingers showed up and there wasn't a sole to be seen.
No fence. Nun taken.
Trevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevor’s love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevors’s degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevor’s front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasn’t keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
“Well” said Jeff, “As I’m sure you know the convention comes to town later”.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
“Yes of course” replied Trevor
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It has left scientists scratching their heads.
That has left scientists scratching their heads.
And boy are my arms tires
This has left scientists scratching their heads.
Security soon twigged I wasn't the real McCoy
That has left scientists scratching their heads.
And boy are my arms tires.
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