Measure Cup Puns

Desperate thymes call for disparate measurers.

A young man decides he wants to take his girlfriend to prom.

Now, prom is a BIG DEAL in this little town. Think the end of Footloose. That big.

First off, he has to buy the tickets. After class gets out for the day, he heads down to the quad and gets in line to buy tickets with legitimately about half of the school.

So he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And eventually he gets to the front of the line. He asks politely for two tickets to prom, buys them, and heads off.

Now, this young man decides that if he's going to do this, he wants to do it right and lull out all the stops. So he heads to the local florist to buy a corsage.

Again, it's a small town, and wouldn't you know it but the only florist is swamped with a line out the door.

So he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And eventually makes it up to the counter. He orders a corsage, tiger lilies, her favorite, and ensures it will be available the day of prom. Headed out the door with his receipt, he walks down the block to the only tailor/tux rental shop in two counties.

And wouldn't you know it but a big group if his fellow romantic young bucks decided to get dressed to the nines as well, and a line has formed wrapping around the building.

So he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

Until eventually he gets in, takes his place on the podium, and gets measured up. He takes his receipt to the counter, confirms there will be a tuxedo in his size available the morning of prom, and there will also be staff on hand to assist him with the proper wear and how to move in the suit.

Last but not least, he heads to the local car and limo rental, hoping to put that final flourish on the evening and ride up to the big night in style.

And wouldn't it just figure that the rental shop would be just as busy and twice as slow, with a line of increasingly ticked off customers waiting down the block. Not to be deterred, our intrepid young beau takes his place at the back of the line.

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits some more...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And he waits...

And just as the shop is about to close he make sit to the desk, managing to snag the last limo available for the night.

Everything in place, he heads home to wait for the big day.

Before you know it, it's prom night. He picks up his tux, and it fits perfectly

What kind of beans do you find in a measuring cup?
Pint-o beans!

"Hey, barkeep!" he says, struggling to keep control of his quarry. "Any room for me and my friends?"

The bartender smiles and sets down some plastic cups. The man plops his friends inside, but the cups are too small.

"Um...barkeep?" the man says, pulling them out again. The bartender reaches for some larger mugs, but as he places them next to the cups, it becomes obvious that even these will be too small for the pigs.

Seeing the man struggle to continue holding them, the bartender runs to the kitchen for help.

A cook emerges, holding several large measuring cups. "Sorry, I just used these to make a batch of cheese dip, but they're all yours!"

The man carefully plops each pig into its respective gooey yellow cup.

Arms exhausted, breathing heavily, he drops into a stool at the end of the bar, between his tiny friends and a beautiful girl.

He glances her way, gasping coyly. "Hey...I'm...Tom."

She smiles, having watched the whole ordeal. "Hi Tom, I'm Liz. And if you don't mind me asking..." she laughs, looking over his shoulder, "what was that all about?"

He glances back at the bar. "Yeah...sorry," he pants. "I wanted...to impress you, but...it turned out to be...a pretty cheesy...pig-cup line."