Stalking Puns

I saw it through my telescope last night

I use Windows

One is innuendo the other is inyourwindow

The tennis player admitted, and they seem to be on track for a smooth resolution. Upon being interviewed, the coach said: “I would have escalated this further, but he's a valuable student with a great arm, and I trust that there is no need for a wrist training order.”

"What're you doing?" she asked.

"Hunting flies!" I responded.

"Oh, killing any?" she asked.

"Yep, three males, two females." I replied.

Laughing, yet intrigued, she asked, "How can you tell?"

I responded, "Three were on a beer can, two were on the phone."

I told her "you have nothing to worry, babe. I didn't see anyone"

He was a real crepe.

Nobodysaurus

...I'll get my coat (again)

It was earie.

Doctors are calling it Stalk Home syndrome.

I feel like I'm being stalked, It's eary.

Jack and the beans talk

Doctors are calling it stalk home syndrome.

Edit: You folks are way too generous. Thanks a lot.

She has a run in her stalkings.

It comes with a great celery

I asked her if she got a good deal on her new crop top, and she heard me from across the street. Her ears are brand new!

(This probably makes more sense if you're British.)

Doing his rounds one day and when he got to the bird enclosure he noticed a load of the birds had died. Unsure as to what he should do with the bodies he tossed them into the big cat exhibit.

The next day he was cleaning out the primates and noticed the lifeless figure of an ape laying on the floor... not wanting to perform a proper burial and besides- he wasn't earning much more than minimum wage anyway so he tossed it into the big cat enclosure.

On his third day the zookeeper came across his colleague who kept bees, it seems they'd got sick and a lot of the hive had perished. Not to worry, the zookeeper scooped them onto a shovel and tossed them into the big cat exhibit. It's the circle of life he thought to himself.

The next day there was a lot of excitement in the zoo. A new lioness had arrived. The lioness stalked out of the trailer...sniffed at the unfamiliar lion next to her...

"So, what's the food like in this place then?" She asked awkwardly.

"It's actually not that bad" replied the lion. "Over the past few days we've had Finch, chimps and mushy bees"

Badum tssss! ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Yeah, for any non brits that read all that: Fish, chips and mushy peas is a classic English dish. So...yeah...that's the joke.

The Stalk Market

My 7-year old daughter said this one tonight during dinner. I'm so proud.

With dinoculars.

I want to make a joke about a rich fruit, and so am need to choose a fruit best associated with wealth, riches having lots of money, etc..

Can any of you pun masters help me out?

I keep getting sent flowers with the heads cut off

“Sure, I’m all ears.”

I guess I'm suffering from 'stalk home' syndrome.

I felt like I was getting stalked.

It was earie.

I’m sure I’ll get an ear full for this corn-y joke.

Stocky

Back in the before times, when sit-down restaurants existed, I used to order boneless cheese sticks and would just throw the word "boneless" in front of any appetizer with 100% corniness. The purpose of this isn't to make a good joke. It's not a good joke. The purpose is to make my dining companions catch some cringe splash damage and want to crawl into a hole and die out of embarrassment for my being horribly corny.

But there is a real, deeper purpose that I've discovered entirely by accident. People, especially young people, are so self-conscious and worried about saying or doing something embarrassing that it taints a lot of social gatherings. They go to a restaurant and are afraid to speak up even when their order is blatantly wrong. They'll tip well even when the food took an hour to arrive and the server has disappeared into the corn stalks behind a baseball field. It takes 2 hours of hanging out together before some friends finally stop nitpicking themselves, uncomfortable in their own bodies and brains, feeling perpetually judged, and begin to relax. These are the kinds of people who go to sleep every night replaying cringey moments from high school. Their last thought of the day is when the Burger King girl said, "Enjoy your meal!" and they said, "Thanks, you too."

It takes 2 hours and/or a lot of booze before they're comfortable enough to take conversational risks and truly reveal themselves. But if I come right out of the gate with a really dumb joke, then we can cut to the chase. There's less danger because someone in the group already shot themselves in the foot, right off the bat. They pulled a pin on the cringe grenade and then jumped on it.

You cringe at my dumb joke and then we're over the hump. Someone has already done something pretty stupid, so go ahead and order the hubcap of nachos and a massive chocolate shake because nobody is going to judge you poorly while they're all judging me.

In terms of price negotiations (haggling), there is a psychological concept called "anchoring". You throw out the first number and all subsequent numbers are compared to that number. This is the same idea. We've already set the humor standard pretty low at "boneless cheese sticks", so you can say the dumbest shit you want and, as long as it's not worse than my cheesy joke, it won't matter.

This is why, when you were a teenager and your dad took you and some friends out, your dad made corny jokes. He knew they were corny jokes. You and your friends un

because it has been selectively bread.

Jack and the Bean stalk.

Needless to say I was starving, as fate would have it a ripe piece fell down right at my feet. Startled I called out “well I guess it’s on the house!” To my amazement the stalk came to life and said “Nonsense! It’s on the cob!”

I think I’m being stalked.

I think I’m being stalked.

It was a major stalk investment

A Christmas stalking.

I think they're stalking me

It seems he made a killing on the stalk market.

Had an earie feeling that I was being stalked the whole time.

A real laughing stalk.

The stalk market is very weak.

It was very earie.

Doctors are calling it the stalk home syndrome.

I think I’m being stalked.

I think I'm being stalked