A list of puns related to "Albers Schonberg Disease"
Literally. And figuratively.
My doctor says it’s terminal.
Ape will fu ills
Bartender: "Get your shots here !!"
....and it's sexually transmitted.
Desperate survivors are forced to live in a post-alpaca lip tick wasteland.
Yep, my belly dunlaps over my belt.
We're called "Gluten for Punishment."
Our first single is "Bread or Alive."
But one man, born with extra sensitive smelling, has been providing free exams to the public to eradicate this new threat. Dr. Theodore Nose of UCH Hospital has a long line of patients waiting every morning, wanting the incredible accuracy of this man.
And as his secretary says...
No one's nose knows noses like Nose's nose knows noses.
It's called Chirpies. It's a canarial disease. It's untweetable.
Me: "How rare?"
Doc: "You pick the name.
He gets a taste of his own medicine.
Twobearculousis
They were right. I should have waited until next week.
Arrrrrrrrthritis.
It runs in your jeans
I'm speechless.
Fouchy!
The doctor told me my symptoms are flaring up.
I’ve caught you bread handed
Hypothermia! It’s the coolest way to go.
The mortician asked the deceased’s wife how she would like the body dressed. He points out the man looks good in the black suit he’s already wearing. The widow however said she thought her husband always looked his best in blue, and she would really like him in a blue suit. She then hands the mortician a blank cheque and says “I don’t care how much it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.” The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe. Remarkably, the suit fit him perfectly. She says to the mortician, “whatever this costs I’m very satisfied, you did an excellent job and I’m incredibly grateful. How much did you spend?” To her astonishment the mortician presents her with her blank cheque, and he says “there’s no charge.” Shocked she replies “no really, I feel like i must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit.” “Honestly ma’am”, the mortician says, “it costs nothing, you see a diseased gentleman about your husbands size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday. He was wearing an attractive blue suit. So I asked his wife if she minded if her husband went to the grave wearing black. She had said it made no difference so long as he looked nice. So from that point on it was really just a matter of switching the heads.”
But how can they say that when it cures salmon?
A plague-an
He hasn’t responded yet, but when he does I’ll find out if he supports youth in Asia.
Me: Is it contagious?
Doctor: Is what contagious?
But it is GOUT
New cases have lately been on an uptick.
The doctor says it’s terminal
Herbies
It didn't go viral.
A lepercon
I said I can't help it doc, its a pun-creatic disease.
Because camping is in tents.
My doctor says it’s terminal
I think it may be terminal
My doctor says it terminal
My doctor says it’s terminal.
My doctor says it's terminal.
The doctor says it's terminal.
Barman: "Get your shots here."
my doctor says it's terminal
The doctor says it's terminal
Global chaos ensues.
The disease wipes out 99% of humanity, and the desperate survivors are forced to live in a post-alpaca lip tick wasteland.
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