California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo Puns

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Edit: Thanks for the Platinum stranger! Wow!

Good thing I’m using it in Missouri.

At one UCLA and the other one UC-Berkeley.

Califlower.

So far for States I have: Catifornia North and South Catolina Oklahomeow Oregato Furorida Mew York, Jersey, Hampshire, Mexico Connectikitty ​

For cities I have: Mew York Kitty Felinedelphia San Digato Mewmphis Chigato San Furanciso Indianapawlis Clawmbus​

My great uncle just passed on Sunday. The family had known for a few days it was near the end. His family gathered around him on his death bed, with some flying in from other states to say their goodbyes.

"Dad," says his daughter, "[Grandson] flew in from San Francisco just to see you."

My great uncle woke up for moment and said, "Boy, his arms must be tired."

Those were his last words.

I'm running a booth at an orientation fair at a major university in the south. New out of state student and his dad come up and introduce themselves.

Me: "So, how did you end up in the south?"

Dad: "We drove."

Me: "No, I mean what brought you down here?"

Straight-faced dad: "The car."

• Alaska girl out when the times right
• Arkansas right? (Ar Can Saw right?)
• I’ll California
• He’s gonna Florida car!
• Iowa lot of money right now
• He was in a state of Missouri for the past few days
• He’s the Maine character of the book
• Mind Washington dishes tonight?
• Can I get a Minnesota with my burger?

I was making whipped creams tonight. Since we make our own, we have these little CO2 cartridges that we use to “charge" the whipped cream. These are conveniently called chargers.

I was looking for these charges, even I asked my shift, “Where'd we put the freaking chargers?!" To which he replies, “In a San Diego."

For context, the Chargers are an American football team located in San Diego, California.

I went and saw author Bill Bryson speak last night and he told us how his dad used to make the most wonderful puns. I'll paraphrase best I can:

They had traveled from Iowa to California on vacation, and they were driving along the coast. They stopped at an informational plaque at the San Andreas Fault, and his dad walked straight up to the huge crack in the ground and threw a quarter in. When the kids asked why he did that, he simply responded "I've always wanted to be generous to a fault."

One of the managers is Jose and I asked him, "Did you know there is a whole city in California where no one is named Jose?" "Really, where?" "San Jose! Huehuehue"

Groans all around

Backstory: We live near a place that makes amazing pulled pork sandwiches. In addition, to having an amazing sandwiches they have a really cool cashier named Diego who we built up a friendly relationship with. Unfortunately, we haven't gone to this sandwich place a while and during this lull Diego left his job.

Me: We really need to get a pulled pork sandwich one of these days.

Fiancee: I don't know. I just wouldn't be the same without Diego there.

Me: So what you're saying is you wouldn't go... Sans Diego?

We don't live in San Diego or anything but we do live in Southern California and I thought it was hilarious.

Back in the late 80's, my dad had a joke he loved to tell everyone he met. It went something like this:

I was driving down the road and ended up behind this ambulance with its rear door open. I tried honking and flashing my lights to get their attention about it, but they didn't seem to notice. As they turned the corner away from us, a small cooler fell out. I pulled over to rescue the cooler, and when I opened it, I found a human toe, on ice.

At this point, the victim of the joke is supposed to ask what he did with the toe. He responds with "I called the Tow Truck!" and hearty laughter.

Being the 1980's, e-mail wasn't prevalent, and calling long distance could get expensive, so he communicated with his out of state family primarily through mailed letters. He wrote this joke (sans punchline) in a letter to his mom. Not knowing it was a joke, she told the story to her friends and family. My aunt heard this story, and told it to her classes (she's a teacher) and one of her students actually got in a fight with his mom who said that could never happen.

A month or two later, we were getting together for a holiday and the toe story came up in conversation. My dad replied that he called the tow truck, and his laughter was met with horrified stares. By this time, nearly everyone in the small town was enthralled with this amazing story that my grandma had told about her son who lived in the city. She was imagining all of the people she had to contact to tell the real story to. Many took it in stride, but others were quite annoyed. Especially my aunt, who had to apologize to every one of her classes at school.

TLDR: A dad joke with no punch line doesn't belong in a letter.

A high school science teacher in California was teaching his kids about the three states: solid, liquid, gas.

After he is finished, he lifted up his tea and said, "What state is this in?"

One student raises her hand and says, "Liquid!"

Which the teacher replies, "No, silly. It's in California!"

Edit: I'm not dad! I'm potatoe.

This happened earlier today. The class was on the topic of crash costs and financial responsibilities.

Teacher: If a crash is determined to be your fault, then you are responsible for paying for injuries sustained by others, and damage to property. But there are some places that have an exception, like in the state of Florida, it's considered a "no fault state".

Me: Couldn't you consider California a pretty faulty state?

Whole classroom: -laudable groans-

Heard someone yell out at someone (jokingly) " It's all your fault." I walk up nonchalantly and seriously state. " You know who I usually find the biggest fault with?" Pause for looks of attention. "San Andreas." Turn around and walk away.

So I must start with stating that my friend is not a father (and does not want to ever be one). However that does not stop him from making dad type jokes. He is usually quick witted and this was the conversation that ensued.

Him - Telling my friend to fill in his tattoo space in comic sans writing. Overall just poking fun at how everyone hates that writing style.

Me - Stating "Well comic sans does have a point."

Him - replying "No comic sans doesn't have a point, it is round."

Edit - Thanks Diablo.

Let me preface this with some info. Firstly, me and my father are idiots; our jokes can become insensitive if we aren't careful, as we have few filters. My parents live in a tiny town amidst a thousand other tiny towns. One of the tiny towns right beside us (let's call it Townsburg) has a lot of forest and extra land, so towards the end of the summer when it's still hot but the land is starting to dry out, it's rather susceptible to fires. The other day, Townsburg caught fire in a few different places. The town my parents live in (we'll call it Cityville) is the sausage capital of our state. Yep. Sausage capital. Like brisket and such. Our proudest export is meat. Meat is what we are most proud of. I don't live there anymore, thank the universe.

So I went by my parents house on the way home from work one day to check on my retired, sick father, and watch the news with him (something I try to do whenever I can). And what happened next, well, it all just happened so fast...

Me: "Whoa, Townsburg is on fire again. I guess Cityville isn't the barbecue capital anymore, AYO." Dad: "Nope. Looks like they're about to be the barbecued capital." Me: "...we may need to stop hanging out so much."

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