A list of puns related to "Grinding"
It's for the grater good
A brrrrr grinder
I wonder what office they're running for.
It was grounds for divorce.
More importantly, did you hear about the guy who got his hand caught in one?
It really made quite the spectacle.
When someone said, "What the fuck are you doing with that skateboard?"
Improper lubrication
Self-raising flour.
stair lifts
An Axe to Grind
A boy begs his father to get him a Christmas tree this year.
Each year, the boy asks and the father tells him, "I don't
want to pay for it."
But the son kept begging. Unable to bear his son's whining,
he picks up his axe one day and heads out of the house.Β
Thirty minutes later he returns with a great big Christmas tree. "How did you cut it down so fast?" his son asks.
"I didn't cut it down," the father replies.Β
"I got it at a tree lot."
"Then why did you bring an axe?"
"Because I didn't want to pay."
Friction.
It gets mugged every single morning.
Due to extreme weather, this years coffee crop will be very difficult to grind. Experts fear there may be trouble brewing.
Gamers would never put up with the amount of grinding required.
I had an axe to grind
I told him he was grounded
Shifting them improperly.
Feefiphobia.
Worn out synchro rings in my manual gearbox.
Driving in first gear.
They both grind men's bones to make bread
But this year I made one mill.
WORKING ON A JOB
My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned I just couldnβt concentrate. . Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldnβt hack it, so they gave me the axe. . After that I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasnβt 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 couldnβt cut it. . I attempted to be a deli worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldnβt cut the mustard. . My best job was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasnβt note worthy. . I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didnβt have any patience. . Next was a job in a shoe factory; but it just wasnβt the right fit. . I became a professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldnβt 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.
"TheΒ earliest exampleΒ of a prosthesis ever discovered is not a leg, arm, or even a fake eye, itβs a toe. A big toe, belonging to a noblewoman, was found in Egypt and dated to between 950-710 B.C.E"
...the very, very first faux toe ;)
Non pun related, the egyptians were the first to grind lenses too, not used as glasses but instead inserted into statues for creepy eye effects
Roger Ebert gave it a skating review.
I replied βwhatβs wrong? you donβt like inside jokes?β
Grindr
Iβm building a website for a new cafe and Coworking space opening in the area. The owner loves humour and wants to reflect that in the site. Does anyone have any great puns or other humorous ideas to do with cafes or working spaces? Thanks a million!
Time will tell.
He had an ax to grind.
It got MUGGED
which was my 40th birthday. The BIG Four Oh! As in "Oh, you're 40 and not married? What's wrong with you?"
And my friends, as awesome as they are, kept setting me up on blind dates, but I never seemed to click with any of the women. Pretty women, short women, tall women, rough women, successful women, lazy women - I dated them all and more often than not, they just weren't interested in me.
I think I probably went on twenty or so dates that never resulted in a a single follow up date.
But two months before my birthday, I started dating two women and both fledgling relationships seemed like they were going somewhere as they were getting really, really serious. I couldn't choose one, but I didn't care. I just couldn't believe they were into me. Okay, maybe they weren't the best looking, but I was so desperate for a wife, and I'm definitely no prize myself.
With a few weeks to go before my birthday, I knew I had to act if I had any hope of being married. I bought two rings and proposed to them both (on separate nights, of course) and they both said no. In fact, though they never knew of each other, I went from two good things to both of them not returning my calls. I guess proposing in a mall food court (for Jenny) or down on my knees in front of the bathroom at a minor league baseball game (Susan) were not my best laid plans, doomed to fail. Or maybe I just reeked of desperation.
So the morning of my birthday, I was practically in tears, deep in depression as I knew I missed my deadline. But my friends came though, kind of. They took me out bar hopping and then we all went back to my place where they had a stripper waiting in my favorite chair. She got up, sat me down, and gave me a grinding lap dance. She said nothing, but after a minute, stopped, turned around, looked me in the eye and said "one." Then she started up again, stopped after a minute, turned around and said "two..."
This went on all night until she got to "forty."
It's been a few months now, and I'm not too sad. My friends really tried to get me married, and after two near mrs, I guess it was the thot that counts.
It gets mugged everyday
Poor lubrication
Clutch failure.
A blown clutch
A metal filer
No pushing in the clutch all the way.
An analog clock.
Rust.
They both grind menβs bones to make their bread.
An ungreased cog
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