A list of puns related to "Narcissistic rage and narcissistic injury"
None; they all use gaslighting.
A condescending
Con descending
All they do is talk about their own problems
That Garfield needs to learn how to think about more than just himself and his next plate of lasagna.
"The world dosen't REVOLVER-ound you."
But Iβm pretty sure she was hitting on me
They're on the same "I" level!
I am way better than that
I'm pretty sure they were talking about me.
All it ever types about is I
Shellfish
"I'm kinda a big meal"
He orders " Juan" ton soup.
Apparently, nature vacuums an ab whore.
He'll be doing the self checkout.
Architect. Because they'll forever be making entrances and drawing stairs.
Cashiers are always checking me out.
Every time I go there they make me check myself out.
I said no, Im better than that
I thought "How dairy!"
People say heβs in da Nile
Be positive!
My deaf friend: heard immunity
Thus began the Zeus Toot Riots.
Itβs non friction.
βAre ya whining, son?β
A moment later her butler, Waddle, walks into the bathroom and hands her a bottle of water.
The Queen is shocked. 'How dare you walk in here while I am having a bath?!' she rages.
'I apologise ma'am,' says the butler, 'but I could have sworn I heard you say "what about a water bottle Waddle'
He asks the assistant βDo you have βEuropean Vespidae Acoustics Volume 2? I believe it was released this week.β
βCertainly,β replies the assistant. βWould you like to listen before you buy it?β
"That would be wonderful," says the expert, and puts on a pair of headphones.
He listens for a few moments and says to the assistant, βI'm terribly sorry, but I am the world's leading expert on European wasps and this is not accurate at all. I don't recognize any of those sounds. Are you sure this is the correct recording?β
The assistant checks the turntable, and replies that it is indeed European Vespidae Acoustics Volume 2. The assistant apologizes and lifts the needle onto the next track.
Again the expert listens for a few moments and then says to the assistant, "No, this just can't be right! I've been an expert in this field for 43 years and I still don't recognize any of these sounds."
The assistant apologizes again and lifts the needle to the next track.
The expert throws off the headphones as soon as it starts playing and is fuming with rage.
"This is outrageous false advertising! I am the world's leading expert on European wasps and no European wasp has ever made a sound like the ones on this record!"
The manager of the shop overhears the commotion and walks over.
"What seems to be the problem, sir?"
"This is an outrage! I am the world's leading expert on European wasps. Nobody knows more about them than I do. There is no way in hell that the sounds on that record were made by European wasps!"
The manager glances down and notices the problem instantly.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir. It appears we've been playing you the bee side."
Smacking into the mirror
I couldn't find my voice, I stuttered, " I, I-i, IβI, I'L" I was at a loss for words
A narcissis-stick?
Adult leader training with the boy scouts this weekend was a goldmine
Nemo 3: The last straw
Such a practice sounds barbarous to me.
A dyslexic narcissist
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 Trevorβs 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.
Trevorsβs 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 Trevorβs 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 wasnβt 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.
βWellβ said Jeff, βAs Iβm sure you know the convention comes to town laterβ.
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.
βYes of courseβ replied Trevor
... keep reading on reddit β‘Dad pointed to a red area near the top of my knee that was obviously the injury and said βwhere does it hurt? Is it your high knee, (then he points much lower) or your low knee?β
I respond, βitβs my high knee.β
Dad says, βitβs your heinie??! I thought you hurt your knee!β
I remember being furious. I have now pulled this one on my five year old, and I canβt wait until my one year old is old enough to be on the receiving end of it as well.
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?
One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me and my brother who is four years older than I am. I was maybe 1 and a half years old and had just recovered from an accident in which my arm had been broken among other injuries.
Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news and my brother was playing nearby in the living room when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home. My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!!' My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up, then says, 'Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get water is the toilet??'
A condescending con descending.
A condescending con descending.
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