Ohio
Within the next year I want to publish my first book on tape
If there's anything I'm terrible at, it's coming up with puns. Any help would be GREATLY appreciated!
“We use 3 cans of water to distract it.”
“What?”
“Ya it should lose focus soon enough.”
the eye rolls from my partner were fantastic.
This happened tonight. We were talking about “concentrate” because they read me silly jokes from their school milk cartons like “why does X stare at the can of OJ? Because it says ‘concentrate’.” So we were talking about what the word meant.
That’ll be the Peer review.
Just couldn't concentrate.
A concentration camp.
I'll see myself out.
They named it Don Quixote.
Pelikinesis is a real thing.
I need to concentrate.
But never says for how long.
Thyme is of the essence after all.
he said, "because it says 'concentrate' on the can."
WORKING ON A JOB
My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned I just couldn’t concentrate. . Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn’t hack it, so they gave me the axe. . After that I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn’t suited for it. The job was only so-so anyhow. . Next I tried working in a muffler factory, but that was exhausting. . I wanted to be a barber, but I just couldn’t cut it. . I attempted to be a deli worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn’t cut the mustard. . My best job was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasn’t note worthy. . I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didn’t have any patience. . Next was a job in a shoe factory; but it just wasn’t the right fit. . I became a professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldn’t live on my net income. . I thought about becoming a witch, so I tried that for a spell. . I managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just too draining. . After many years of trying to find steady work, I finally got a job as a historian, until I realized there was no future in it. . My last job was working at Starbucks, but I had to quit, because it was always the same old grind.
I just don't know who my target audience would be.
They call it a concentration camp
Concentration camps.
Laser-focused.
Os-Moses.
I guess that'll teach me for not paying attention.
Now they have to yell "Donald, duck!"
After decades of dedicated and concentrated practice, I finally achieved my goal.
I can play guitar very badly.
It looked concentrated
It lowers concentration.
I should have concentrated on the road.
Me: I think I measured wrong. The toggle bolts aren't lining up with the darned holes. Man, I really screwed this up.
Her: Did you........make a pun?
Me: concentrating on the task at hand Huh?
Her: Never mind.
Me: gets it Ha! No, but that's awesome! "Screwed" it up. Ha! You're a PunMaster!
Her: You're a dork.
"I couldn’t concentrate in the orange juice factory, wasn’t suited to be a tailor, the muffler factory was just exhausting, couldn’t cut it as barber, didn’t have the patience to be a doctor, didn’t fit in the shoe factory, pool maintenance was too draining and I just couldn’t see any future as a historian!"
I got fired because I couldn't concentrate...
Lack of concentration.
A concentration camp
I just couldn’t concentrate.
Lack of concentration.
I couldn’t concentrate in the orange juice factory; wasn’t suited to be a tailor; the muffler factory was just exhausting; couldn’t cut it as barber; didn’t have the patience to be a doctor; didn’t fit in the shoe factory; pool maintenance was too draining and I just couldn’t see any future as a historian. I'm going to look into becoming an optometrist. We'll see.
Lack of concentration.
I couldn't concentrate
Lack of concentration.
Lack of concentration.
