Leek on a Quiche.
(I bet you thought I’d say Korn on the Cob).
They said they had a report that somebody named Miles Davis was being murdered in my house.
Sometimes I can’t help but kink shame
UCLA
The 911 operator says “Simple. Have a muted trumpet cover the part.”
I said, "Miles, Davis."
I think I’ve come down with some Mild Davis
He was Bjorn on a mountaintop.
Because she had Bette Davis eyes.
he gets a ball stuck in his throat.
He goes to the hospital and gasps to the nurse "Help please, I have a snooker ball stuck in my throat"
She replies "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to get to the end of the cue"
Oh sheet!
"Remember the a la mode!"
His right ear, his left ear, and his wild front ear.
"I can, sir...."
Wrong! Car accident.
because they keep calling him Kilometers Davis there
...I Kind of Blue it.
The bar gets angry. Crockett and the bar wrassle.
Alamode.
...but I heard he was unable to get the kinks out.
At first it was hard but eventually they worked out the kinks.
It didn't take long, but it went on for Miles and Miles.
Three, cause he was king of the wild front ear.
A left ear, a right ear and a wild fronti-ear!
Courtesy of my father
Kilometery Cyrus
The trumpet player Kilometer Davis
Chili Davis
He’s been Davy Jonesing
My favorite musicians so far are Derpy Hancock, Charles Dingus, and Smiles Davis.
Some background, I'm taking Listening to Jazz this semester to fill my arts credit. Last week the professor talked about musicians Miles Davis and John Coltrane, and their albums Kind of Blue and A Love Supreme.
During class he was trying to explain to us what the difference between different kinds of jazz were. So he pulled all the students wearing blue and asked each student he pulled to describe their shade of blue. I was picked and when it was my turn, I just looked at him and said "My shirt looks... Kind of Blue" referencing a Miles Davis' album. My professor double face palmed and was so disgusted by me I almost felt bad for laughing. He threatened to give me a 3 page essay on why that was the worst answer I could've given.
I have written this book to sweep away all misunderstandings about the crafty art of punnery and to convince you that the pun is well worth celebrating.... After all, the pun is mightier than the sword, and these days you are much more likely to run into a pun than into a sword. [A pun is a witticism involving the playful use of a word in different senses, or of words which differ in meaning but sound alike.]
Scoffing at puns seems to be a conditioned reflex, and through the centuries a steady barrage of libel and slander has been aimed at the practice of punning. Nearly three hundred years ago John Dennis sneered, “A pun is the lowest form of wit,” a charge that has been butted and rebutted by a mighty line of pundits and punheads.
Henry Erskine, for example, has protested that if a pun is the lowest form of wit, “It is, therefore, the foundation of all wit.” Oscar Levant has added a tag line: “A pun is the lowest form of humor—when you don’t think of it first.” John Crosbie and Bob Davies have responded to Dennis with hot, cross puns: “...If someone complains that punning is the lowest form of humor you can tell them that poetry is verse.”
Samuel Johnson, the eighteenth century self-appointed custodian of the English language, once thundered, “To trifle with the vocabulary which is the vehicle of social intercourse is to tamper with the currency of human intelligence. He who would violate the sanctities of his mother tongue would invade the recesses of the national till without remorse... ”
Joseph Addison pronounced that the seeds of punning are in the minds of all men, and tho’ they may be subdued by reason, reflection, and good sense, they will be very apt to shoot up in the greatest genius, that which is not broken and cultivated by the rules of art.
Far from being invertebrate, the inveterate punster is a brave entertainer. He or she loves to create a three-ring circus of words: words clowning, words teetering on tightropes, words swinging from tent tops, words thrusting their head into the mouths of lions. Punnery can be highly entertaining, but it is always a risky business. The humor can fall on its face, it can lose its balance and plunge into the sawdust, or it can be decapitated by the snapping shut of jaws. While circus performers often receive laughter or applause for their efforts, punsters often draw an obligatory groan for theirs. But the fact that most people groan at, rather than laugh at, puns doesn’t mean that the punnery isn’t fu
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Jonathan Davis brought the corn and Fred Durst made biscuits but they were a little too limp. Marshal Mathers wasn't prepared, so all he could provide was some M&M's. Neil Peart had to leave early because he was in a rush, and the meal was so bad that it disturbed David Draimen.
I asked my sister if she knew any jazz that I would like. She said "Miles Davis", and then her boyfriend said "Is there a Kilometers Davis?"
While watching said movie; one of the little people actors popped up on screen spurring a mid movie discussion.
Mom : wasn't he from willow?
Dad: nawh I think he died a few years ago.
Mom: he died young I guess. He was what, 18 in willow?
Me: yeah it's scientifically proven that they live shorter lives.
Then my dad let out the proudest smile I ever saw
Clarification: they're all fine. Warwick davis is alive and well. He is now 44 years old. And I'm 24
What do you call endless love?
Louis Armstrong and Miles Davis playing tennis.
So while preparing for a dinner party Miles Davis "My Funny Valentine" comes on the player. I have been slowly trying to thin out some of the unecessay tunes on our device. I don't really care much for jazz, but the wife likes it.
Me: So I assume you like this song?
Wife: Yeah
Me: I feel like I am at friend who enjoys torturous jazz's house.
Wife: It's not like it's free jazz.
Me: Free or not, it's taxing my ears!
Three. A left ear. A right ear. And a wild frontier.
Three. A left ear, a right ear, and a wild front ear
