A list of puns related to "Festival of Festivals"
She's really eiducated.
'Ricotta be kidding me!'
Her: "I remember hearing last year that the Corn Festival in Sun Prairie is pretty fun, want to go?"
Me: "I'm in but it'd better be aMAIZEing"
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It was a monumental undertaking.
I am Santa Claustrophobic
The doc nods his head, gives her some pills and tells her to come back in a week.
A week later, the old woman comes back and is very upset. "I'm still very gassy, but now my farts are really loud and smell like a porta-potty at a chili festival!"
The doc says "Well now that we've cleared up your hearing and sense of smell, we can do something about your gas!"
While walking through the art festival with the family, I was showing my kids how anything could be considered art when we came across plaster castings of animal head bones.
Without missing a beat, I pointed out: "I guess this would be called skulptures"
At least the artist laughed... when my youngest told me I wasn't funny
So we were at the local Renaissance festival on labor day and temps were getting up to the 90s. I see a guy carrying ice to one of the shops. Slyly I lean over to the wife and say: " Look honey, that guy has the coolest job."
Consider this one of my finest dad moment.
My friends and I just entered the ACL (Austin City Limits) festival, which it's basically a HUGE music festival. While we're walking, a stage is playing a song by the Beatles to which my girlfriend jokingly says, "Oh, I didn't know the Beatles were playing today!" I reply with, "It's part of their Lazarus Project!" Then a lady in front of us turns and says, "Niiiiice."
We're a thoroughly American family with German/Danish roots. For fun we went to a Greek culture festival as a different kind of Friday night. As soon as we're through the gate, he turns to my youngest brother and mutters:
"Everything seems so...foreign."
He was so pleased with himself that he repeated it to each one of us separately.
My brother and I were at a Spartan race this morning. After the race, we went to the festival area to check out the booths. One of them was a boot camp advertising with a 60 second challenge to win bragging rights. We weren't interested so we kept walking, but they hollered at us.
Girl 1: C'mon, it's only 60 seconds!
Girl 2: What's 60 seconds anyway?
Me: It's one minute!
They left us alone after that...
This Christmas, my dad, brother, and I went over to my grandfather's house to visit. My grandpa has a pool table, so we always play a couple games. Our teams were my dad and my brother against my grandpa and me. After his turn, my dad goes over to a piano in the corner of the room and starts playing Christmas tunes. His turn quickly comes up and he's still playing the festive tunes on the piano. My grandpa yells at him, "Hey! We're playing pool. Stop playing piano." My dad replies, "Fine! I'll play forte," and continued to play Jingle Bells, but very loudly.
Today she's being a rather well known blonde from "Frozen", working outside at a festival in the wind and rain. She sent me a picture of herself dressed up and looking a bit miserable, to which I replied:
"You look like you'd rather be somewhere.....ELSA"
My girlfriend and I were discussing beards at our college's Native American culture festival.
I said, "It's too bad I grow Apache beard."
One of the guards facepalmed.
My coworker got back from the Essence Festival in New Orleans today and was sharing about it in a group of 4 black people and myself (pretty white). Her: Bourbon st. is so overrated, we just went back to the apartment at 1:30 when some fools started shooting. Me: What? Why'd you leave just when the party started poppin'!?
Groans and laughs were had by all...
A group of friends and I have gone to Bonnaroo (a music festival, for those who aren't aware) the past two years. this year, my friends dad decided to tag along with us, and he is one of those dads who is chill as hell and doesn't really care about the obvious drug use that occurs at festivals. while we were all hanging out at our campsite, a guy approached our campground and asked "hey, do any of you guys want some mushrooms?" my friend's dad, who was fully aware what shrooms are, was the first to respond, saying "nah, mushrooms are my least favorite pizza topping." the guy just kind of blankly stared for a second, then walked away as we all laughed/groaned.
I just came back from a holiday back to the UK to visit friends and family (am an expat).
While we were there we went to a nice community festival, with some great beers. An American friend of a friend proudly proclaimed that heβd bought a pint of red stout.
Looking up at the board, and seeing the name of the beer, my eyes lit up: a golden opportunity had just presented itself.
βNah mate, thatβs not red stout, itβs called Red Stoat. You do know what a stoat is, right?
[confusion]
βWell, itβs a little rodent, a bit like a weasel. You know how you can tell the difference between a stoat and a weasel?β
βEr..β
βWellβ, I says, βa weasel is weasily identifiable, and a stoat is stoatally different.β
Cue a puzzled look on the guys face, and a momentβs silence, broken by me and my friend pissing ourselves laughing, not at the joke of course, but at his reaction.
So this was all very well and good, just another in the litany of bad jokes that floats in my wake, and I thought the story ended there.
Karma, however, had other plansβ¦
A few days later, weβre up in the Lake District, walking back to the hotel after a pub dinner. As weβre walking down the road, we see a small carnivorous rodent dragging the recently deceased body of a rabbit back to its home. It was either a stoat, or a weasel, but you know what? I honestly had no way to tell whichβ¦
it was at a festival.
Me: Are you going to try the curry?
Friend: Not sure.
Me: Ah, go on [goan].
Then later, we were talking abotuthe curries again at the end of the day.
Friend: What's this about the curry people?
Friend: Are they goan?
Me: No, I think they're here for the duration.
My Mom dropped a doozy! I had made my brother a wizard's staff as a gift, my Dad helped. My Mom said, "...[Dad] was his staff advisor." Festivities halted and we had a solid 5 minutes of laughter. It was a good Christmas.
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