Revolve Puns

so I guess that means I’m not actually their sun.

An eskimo

"...not our Sun."

I told her that hers does because he's her son and the world revolves around the son.

"This is going to revolutionize tables forever!"

I told her she’ll come around, eventually.

Eventually she came around.

I hear it’s cause they don’t want Covid going around....

I could finally say I have a magnum dong

Mary go round.

...that way, the door is always ajar.

You tell it that the world does not revolver- round you.

Because no one expects the Spanish ink precision!

But I was arrested for having a congealed weapon

But I gave it another shot and it blew me away

It just feels like I’m going in circles.

He pulls out his revolver and shouts "WHICH ONE OF YOU SLEPT WITH MY WIFE?!"

The Bartender laughs and says " You ain't got enough bullets mate."

They hold the bulb in the socket and wait for the world to revolve around them

Now I can see her coming around.

I said, “Don’t worry. You’ll come around eventually.”

They're revolutionary.

I think they’re still going round together.

She puts it in the socket and expects the world to revolve around her.

A penguin in a revolving door

It really makes my day.

I said, "He's in the Galley, Leo."

I swear, that guy struts around like all the planets revolve around him.

Me: Do you think the world just revolves around you?!

Son: Well I am a s(u)n...

Me: ...

Sun: ...

"The world dosen't REVOLVER-ound you."

Just one, he holds the bulb up and the world revolves around him

They both dedicated their life to convincing people the universe doesn’t revolve around them.

The plot revolves around an MD whose patients all have unusual symptoms and need to be seen by a specialist.

Working title: REFER MADNESS

When I play it, they are the Revolving Doors.

A Colt revolver!

Once upon a time there were three little pigs, Pork Chop, Hambone, and Bacon.

The boys lived at home with their mother. One day their mother said, “I no longer have enough food to feed you boys, you need to go out on your own and find your fortunes.”

Not wanting to upset their mother they left the house together to seek their fortunes.

Several miles into their journey Bacon, the little pig everyone liked best, said, “Let’s build our houses here! This seems like a great place to start making our fortunes.”

Pork Chop and Hambone agreed. So they all began building their houses.

Pork Chop, the laziest of the bunch, decided to build his house out of straw, which he apparently stole from a nearby field. It was not a very sturdy building material, but Pork Chop didn’t care. All he wanted to do was play all day, and he didn’t want to spend too much time building.

Hambone was willing to work a bit harder and he decided to build his house out of sticks which he procured by de-limbing every tree within a 300 meter radius of their homestead.

Hambone and Pork Chop were happy. Now all they had to do was to play and sleep the rest of the day.

Now Bacon was a hard worker. He knew that his brothers had used bad materials and shoddy construction methods and he wanted to build the best house he could. He found several tons of bricks stacked in neatly ordered pallets in the forest which he decided to use for his building material. It took him several days, but when he was done Bacon had the best house on the homestead.

The next day a wolf, Scott Howard, happened upon the pig brothers and their new homestead. He spied the straw house and smelled Pork Chop inside and began to think to himself that Pork Chop would make a mighty fine meal, so Scott went and knocked on the door.

Scott said, “Little Pig! Little Pig! Let me in!”

Pork Chop replied, “No way José! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!”

Scott, undeterred by the reply says, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your crappy straw house to the ground!”

Scott began to huff and puff. He was evidently having some sort of asthma attack, but after a few tugs from his handy dandy rescue inhaler, he was able to muster enough wind to blow Pork Chops straw house to the ground.

Pork Chop narrowly escaped Scott’s massive jaws. Scared, and now homeless, Pork Chop ran for the nearest shelter he could see. Hambone’s house.

Scott, undeterred, chased Pork Chop to his new hiding place. Scott was very pleas

For centuries, we've used our shop as a means of teaching the youngest of our lineage the importance of teamwork, the value of a dollar and, most importantly, the self-satisfaction felt in a job well-done.

In the past few weeks, it's been repeatedly brought to my attention that our youngest child, Sheeran, has been demonstrating particularly helpful and productive tendencies so, today, I felt it was finally time to experience the honor of rewarding his efforts, offering him the opportunity to join our workforce; to which he was nothing short of ecstatic!

I'll be honest, I initially withheld concerns that his excitement would subside once I explained the sorts of menial work I'd have to start him off on but, to my relief, he took no issue in hearing that his duties would mostly revolve around wiping our patrons' hair off of the chairs, and sweeping it up from the floor.

Sharing a moment of beautiful silence, exchanging our most heartfelt of smiles and basking in this pivotal moment of his development, I placed my hand on his shoulder and said, "Son...

You are really going to have your work cut out for you."

But I'm their sun

But I'm their son

Wife: "Why would you say that?"

Me: "She's our daughter; not our Sun."

But I'm their son

I guess that means I’m not actually their sun.

I guess that means I’m not actually their sun...

I said, “You’ll come around eventually.”

I told her, “You’ll come around eventually.”

Eventually she came around.

Eventually she came around.

Because he said the world revolves around him