Libs Puns

His friends described him as a round and pulpy man who loved his wife and penguins. He will be deeply pooped.

"Adjective?"

"Abstract."

"Verb ending with -ing?"

"Bring."

"Food, plural?"

"Soup."

(Glares, writes "soups.") "Adverb?"

"Very."

"Noun?"

"Noun."

"Yes, a noun."

"Noun."

"THAT'S NOT A NOUN."

"Yes, it is!"

"Okay, fine ... Part of the body?"

"The."

"Noun?"

"Verb."

"DAAAAAADDDDYYYYYYY"

Now he flies commercial.

You know what they say though, "Punny doesn't grow on trees..."

"Did you hear my joke about the Indian chief's wives?"

The first wife lived in a hut made of deer hide, and bore him one son.

The second wife lived in a hut made of bear hide, and bore him one son.

The third wife lived in a hut of hippopotamus skin and bore him twin sons.

"Thus the squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the sum of the squaws of two hides!"

A fucking mad lib on the Pythagorean theorem. I'm pissed. He's so happy. Love you dad.