Inca Puns

Daughter: Dad, did you know that the Inca didn't have a writing system? Instead, they used a system of knotted strings to communicate?

Me: So the Inca could (k)not read?

D: I said they could read!

Me: No, you said that they could knot read! Make up your mind!

They were Inca hoots.

I reckon they are all Inca hoots.

I think they were Inca Hoots!

They're Inca pens.

On Sundays, my parents and I usually go to a different restaurant with a few friends. So today, we went to this amazing Hispanic family-type chain restaurant called "La Granja".

There, they have some amazing imported sodas, the favorite of mine being a Peruvian soda called "Inca Cola". I can't stress how fantastic it is. After downing my first can, I'm itching for a new one, but I didn't bring my wallet.

Me: "Dad, could I get another can of Inca Cola, you know, for the road?"

Dad: "Well, sure, but why would you get one for the road? I mean, it doesn't need it. Get one for yourself instead."

What a dad joke.

They were Inca Hoots.

My friend proudly told me how he got his daughter with this one.

Context: Conversation between Friend 1 and Friend 2 about Friend 1's Pontiac Aztek

F1: "Hey, my car doesn't have a flippy gas cover thing, is it supposed to have one?"

F2: "I don't know actually, I'm not an expert on Aztecs, I'm more of an Inca kinda guy."