A list of puns related to "American Plan"
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but then they realized that they had already gotten a Buzz on.
He was finally doing the reading for his history class. "Did you know that Bin Laden was planning to blow up monuments in other American cities?"
"I bet St. Louis was next on his list," I nodded.
"How'd you know that, Dad?" he asked in surprise.
"Well, he was our arch-enemy."
This morning, a local radio station had trivia going on, in which the first correct caller would win a free dozen donuts at a local store.
Radio DJ: 20% of Americans have one of these in their home, and despite not working, have no plans of fixing them. First caller, you're up!
Dad: (without hesitation) Hello, I have the answer, I'm ready for the donuts!
Radio DJ: (laughs) What is the answer?
Dad: Teenagers!
Radio DJ: Next caller, you're up!
Years ago I used to use a LexisNexis database of companies that would give corporate information like name, address, and general business description. While most of them were pretty bland, there were a bunch of them with some really cheesy puns, and over a few years I built quite a collection.
Today I share with you "NEXIS IS RIDICULOUS.txt":
When asked if he had plans for Thanksgiving, he replied with "We're planning on having it on Thursday."
When asked if he had took American Express, he replied with "Yeah, but we don't keep it for long."
Chuck Fullmer, 38, yesterday became the first American to get to grips with the concept of sarcasm.
"It was weird" Fullmer said. "I was in London and like, talking to this guy and it was raining and he pulled a face and said, "Great weather eh?" and I thought - "Wait a minute, no way is it great weather".
Fullmer then realised that the other man's 'mistake' was in fact deliberate.
Fullmer, who is 39 next month and married with two children, aged 8 and 3, plans to use sarcasm himself in future. "I'm, like, using it all the time" he said. "Last weekend I was grilling steaks and I burned them and I said "Hey, great weather."
I just came back from a holiday back to the UK to visit friends and family (am an expat).
While we were there we went to a nice community festival, with some great beers. An American friend of a friend proudly proclaimed that heβd bought a pint of red stout.
Looking up at the board, and seeing the name of the beer, my eyes lit up: a golden opportunity had just presented itself.
βNah mate, thatβs not red stout, itβs called Red Stoat. You do know what a stoat is, right?
[confusion]
βWell, itβs a little rodent, a bit like a weasel. You know how you can tell the difference between a stoat and a weasel?β
βEr..β
βWellβ, I says, βa weasel is weasily identifiable, and a stoat is stoatally different.β
Cue a puzzled look on the guys face, and a momentβs silence, broken by me and my friend pissing ourselves laughing, not at the joke of course, but at his reaction.
So this was all very well and good, just another in the litany of bad jokes that floats in my wake, and I thought the story ended there.
Karma, however, had other plansβ¦
A few days later, weβre up in the Lake District, walking back to the hotel after a pub dinner. As weβre walking down the road, we see a small carnivorous rodent dragging the recently deceased body of a rabbit back to its home. It was either a stoat, or a weasel, but you know what? I honestly had no way to tell whichβ¦
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