Longeing Puns

The father is showing his son how to prepare the fishing rod, how to set the line, and how to affix the bait. Father: "Now son, you can use many different kinds of bait. This worm, for example." The father says as he weaves the worm onto the hook and casts the line. Son: "What happens next dad?" As if on cue, the father pulls against the line, calling forth a panicked fish from the water. The son exclaims in amazement, as the father prepares the line for his next cast. He reaches into the tackle box, and beings to attach something to the hook. Son: "Dad, what kind of bait is that?" Father: "This is clickbait son." Son: "What happens next dad?" Father: "What happens next will shock you."

When I worked for a design agency, I had two adamant higher-ups. There was a brand identity project for a new company, and I was in charge of typography, but those two disagreed with my choice of font.

The first one was this stony-looking Peruvian-American man named Esteban Ferrero, but since that's Spanish for Steven Smith, and our company had a rule that everyone has to call each other using nicknames instead of last names, everyone, including himself, just called him Steve. The second one was a Dutch woman with a sharp glare named Evelien van der Berg. She was famous for giving designers a hard time convincing her that their design choices work better than hers. In accordance with the company rules, we called her Eve.

Anyway, I showed Steve my first draft, and he wasn't convinced that I chose LinoLetter as the main font, and told me that I should use a sans-serif font. But I stood by my position that serifs add legibility to printed and digital material, that it fits the company's identity as an organic store, and that it is hard to stand out with a sans-serif. It took a lot of debate, but in the end, Steve was convinced that LinoLetter was acceptable.

A few days later, I showed Eve a more elaborated version, as for the sizes and styles of the font, and the pairing of LinoLetter with Century as the headline font. She insisted that I should have used a sans-serif font for the headline. I expressed my view that LinoLetter is a font with composed and legible shape, and Century, while it is also legible, has flair at larger sizes. She kept disagreeing with me, saying I should use something bolder and more contrasting, like Tungsten. It felt like hours had passed before the conversation went anywhere, so I had to give up and look for a sans-serif font that goes with LinoLetter.

So it goes to show that the one who gave me a hard time was adamant Eve, not adamant Steve.

In the tarot bowl. A threatening bovine on one of these cards is the terror bull. The cards are made out of paper, so they're tearable. When you take the cards out of the bowl, the bowl is now tare-able. But truth be told, this long pun is terrible.

He reaches into his bag and takes out a bunch of regular dinner table forks and a roll of duct tape.

He tapes several forks together to make a bridge and lays it down, allowing the two of them to get across.

When they get back to Yoda’s hovel, they find that some creature has chewed a hole in the fence around Yoda’s garden.

“Something I have for this.” Yoda says again. Once again, he takes a bunch of forks out of his bag and, using duct tape, tapes them in to patch the hole.

Yoda and Luke return to Yoda’s home, where Yoda looks through his bag. He’s used all his forks but one, he discovers.

“That’s ok Master." Luke says, wanting to be helpful. “I’ll write us a note reminding us to buy more.”

So he writes the note and uses the very last fork to pin it to the bulletin board.

He looks down at Yoda expecting pride, but instead finds a look of horror.

“Master Yoda!” he asks. “What did I do wrong?”

Yoda replies sagely, “A Jedi uses the forks for no ledge and the fence. Never for a tack!”

He's a π thon

For context: we have a vegetable garden and a dog named Max

During dinner, my mom remarked how her stir fry was made almost entirely out of vegetables from our garden except the eggs, to which my dad said “well then we’ll just have to raise some chickens.”

I reply, “well what about Max?”, implying that he might attack the chickens.

And without hesitation my dad replies, “well he can’t lay eggs”

It’s my dream job.

a punsexual

My response: "144? That's a gross"

Because they cantaloupe.

He only has small arms

"Inch high knees!" I replied.

您的膝盖骨高2.54厘米

No seriously, it is

They were Stalin.

Me why?

Because they always bring their trunks.

So I sent him a ‘Get Well Soon!’ card.

It's because they hate E.

but it really grew on me.

he had ... a reptile dysfunction

Cliff Hanger... Or Mr Hanger if your being formal.

Turns out that thyme doesn’t heal all wounds.

It's just a waist of time

Because then it would be a foot

I guess it just runs in the jeans

"Was it called "In Honor of Elizabeth Reed" back then?

A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend when my roommate Joseph barged into the porch out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph THAT well, don't even remember where he was from, but let' just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.

Joseph had gotten big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend

Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together , left me behind without as much as a note. I tried to track them down, but never could.

In conclusion, if it hadn't been for cotton eye Joe, I'd have been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, cotton eye Joe?

"Same as usual," I replied. "About five foot ten."

I'm going vegan today.

Friend 2: So far, so good

They were releaved.

...never a crossword...

but he just keeps saying "me ow"

The cowch.

It feels like ancient history.

Me: "wow ... that's a very long name, hungryAndDon'tSayHiHungryI'mDad"

Or does it take time to develop?

Sorry, wrong scrub.

European

They were Wright.

Pasta you pervert

On the day my daughter was born Nurse: We're gonna have to give her a few shots in her heel. Me: Her heel?! She's not going to be able to walk for months!

She said “well just paint it, Red”.

I didn’t like it at first but it grew on me

"woof" guy replies

Spine

Me: Well, it’s ......a long story.

Someone who stays up all night wondering whether or not there's a dog

Ankle!

That would have been real crumby.

Edit: thanks for the gifts! I’ve never felt so kneaded.

I said: You know the rules, and so do I.

It’s my longest running joke of the year so far...

"This is a stick up!"

So, to all in tents and porpoises, it's free!

Eclipse it.

Yes it is.

I asked, 'Which is?'

'Exactly', he replied.

Punintended consequences

We broke up because she couldn’t stomach my cheesy jokes.

My wife is pregnant with our first child so I'm stepping up my joke game to reach dad level.

Mother's day was not so long ago, and since she isn't a mother yet but only a future mother, I didn't get her flowers I only got her seeds, which are future flowers.

At least I found it hilarious and so did she. Hope you guys enjoy this!

"I really missed him."

They would’ve been lunatics.

Son: Dad, there's a girl I like. She's so beautiful. I want to go out with her.

Dad: Who?

Son: The girl across our street, Taylor.

Dad: Oh no, you can't! Don't tell Mom, but she's your sister.

The son was furious, but a week passed and he fell in love again.

Son: Dad, I think I'm in love. She's even prettier than the last.

Dad: who?

Son: She lives next door; her name's Ariana.

Dad: Oh son, I'm sorry to tell you this but you can't date her either. She's your sister too! I'm sorry but it happened more than once.

The son was furious and decided to tell his mother.

Son: Mom, I hate Dad! I can't date the 2 girls I'm in love with just because they're Dad's daughters from different women.

Mom: Oh, don't mind what your father said. You can date whoever you want… he's not your father!

It was a booby trap.

Stewardess: "The entire time, usually it flies the whole way."

So I picked Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

I must have bought the right clothes, even my tracksuit pants.

Looks like someone fell asleep at the Switch.

Tuna half minutes!

For the first time in my life, everything is falling into place.

“The whole time.”

So i packed up my stuff and right

I smelt that sh!t a mile away!

A panda walks into a bar one day. He casually walks to the bar and sits on a bar stool.

The bartender thinks this is a bit odd, a panda walking into a bar isn’t something that normally happens to him.

He approaches the panda regardless and asks, “What can I get you?”

The panda grabs a menu off the bar, opens it and points to a cheeseburger.

The bartender is very impressed by this and so he decides to go ahead and make the cheeseburger for the panda.

The panda gets his cheeseburger, devours it, savoring every last bit. He then wipes its mouth with a napkin, impressing the bartender even more.

But then suddenly the panda pulls out a gun and shoots everyone in the bar, except for the bartender.

The bartender stands there in total shock, soaked in blood, and can only ask the panda, “Why?”

The panda pulls a dictionary from his fur coat and turns to the bartender. He flips the book to the P section, places it on the bar, and points to his picture. Then he turns and walks out the door without looking back.

The bartender leans down and reads the entry next to Panda. It says…

“Panda: A wild animal that eats, shoots and leaves.”

I think I won.

A πthon

BECAUSE THEN IT WOULD BE A FOOT!

Because then it'd be a foot

Then it would be a foot.

Because then it'd be a foot!

got it ? :D

Because then it would be a foot."

Because then it would be a foot.