It took a long time, but she finally honed her Kraft.
He was baked.
Tell your sister it's pasta bed time.
I replied “It’s pastable”
It's pastaway
Idk honestly, but if they do, I think that would be a mac made in leaven.
Don’t worry, I’ve been around the block a few times in my day.
String cheese.
Here it is: http://imgur.com/i9QdQi6
Macaroni and Cheeks.
When Harry Met Salad
What About Ke-Bob
Cumin to America
Weekend at Bearneaise II
Steakin I, II, & III
A Few Good Salmon
You’ve Got Kale
Shawshank Re-Dim Sum
Romancing the Scone
An Éclair to Remember
Roman Hollandaise
Glazed and Confused
Bill & Ted’s Eggcellent Adventure
The Evil Bread
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Shrimp
Fondue the Right Thing
Ribeyes Wide Shut
Mignons
Plante of the Grapes
Spider Manchu
Sushis All That
A Wok to Remember
Marsala-la Land
Apocalypse Cow
Die Chard
Die Chard with a Vinaigrette
Hogan’s Gyros
The Sand Latkes
A League of their Macaroni
Revenge of the Curds
Rush S’More
Braising Arizona
Demolition Ham
10 Things I hate About Ewe
Saladin
Oliver and Com-penne
Dirty Rotten Chanterelles
Sex and the Satay
The Truth About Cats & Hotdogs
Morella Enchanted
Provolone Together
Clear and Pheasant Danger
The Big Chili
Lémon: The Professional
Ava-Tartare
Hocous Pocous
High Fi-Deli Meat
Madagascargot
The Fifth Elementos
Muensters Inc.
There’s Something About Rosemary
I Am Ham
Quiche Lorraine Man
Barley & Me
Lentil Giants
Peggy Soufflé Got Married
Face Stroganoff
Con Gruyére
Fast Times at Porridgemont High
Bok Choys in the Hood
Papillonion
Requinoa for a Dream
Serial Cardamom
I like my jokes just like my macaroni, overly cheesy
So the two girls get invited to a dance. The country girl thinks this might be too high brow for her, and tells her cousin, “Golly, them city fellers might think I’m just a dumb hick.” Her cousin says, “Don’t worry. Just do as I do and you’ll be fine.” After hours of dancing they got tired, so they sat down. Another guy comes and asks the city girl to dance. She smiles sweetly and says “I’m contemplating matrimony and I think I’d like to sit.” So when the next guy comes up to ask the country girl to dance she smiles confidently and says, “I’m constipated on macaroni and I think I’d like to shit.”
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).
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:
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Hardest
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Wordes (Words)
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Widest
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Uncondesionally (Unconditionally)
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DrivES
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Dessert
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Fades
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Des (This)
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Holidess (Happy Holidays!)
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Desperate
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Desision (Decision)
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Decades
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Desert
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Destination
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Dress (DrESs)
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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
For the record, my dad didn't say any of these. Also, they get kind of weird near the end.
My vacuum sucks, or, rather, doesn't suck.
That drawing looks sketchy. Something about it looks... shady.
Lightbulb is a smart guy. Some might even say he's bright.
"Mmm, cheesy" he says as he takes the macaroni out of the oven.
When entering a planetarium, my father mentioned how he'd like some cookies with his Milky Way.
Oreolas = cookie nipples (Couldn't really think of a way to set this one up that didn't make it even more awkward.)
"Underwear? Under there?" My dad mentioned as he put his pants away.
Edit: If you've any others, share them in the comments!
He was used to living the good life, and all the perks that go with it. His refined palette missed the fine dining, at five-star restaurants run by top chefs. Now reduced to eating macaroni and cheese with hotdogs, he looked down at his plate and contemplated suicide.
It was a wurst case scenario.
When my dad arrived, he said "this is for if you ever need a new one" and gave her a box of elbow macaroni noodles.
"Macaroni."
Groans all around.
