A list of puns related to "Muffled"
... you might say it was exhausting π¨
You can always see right through them.
Trevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevorβs love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevorsβs degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevorβs front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasnβt keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
βWellβ said Jeff, βAs Iβm sure you know the convention comes to town laterβ.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
βYes of courseβ replied Trevor
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So I come home today after a hard days work to the sight of my dad cooking the dinner. I walk into the kitchen and ask
"How long is dinner going to be"
He suddenly stops cooking as I hear muffled sounds of laughter. Slowly turning around I can see tears of joy building up in his eyes as he extends his hands about 40cm apart and whispers
"About this long"
Dammit.
Told him "well, looks like any chances of you having a quiet, easy day have been muffled."
*muffled whines*
Real life transcript from a text message with my daughter...
Daughter: Dad do you think you can go get me an earwax removal thing from the drugstore? My one ear is plugged and I think it's from earwax
Dad: Sure
Daughter: Thanks
Dad: Are you in pain? Can you wait a little while?
Daughter: I can wait a little bit but it's just annoying because I can only hear out of one ear
Dad: What?
Daughter: I can't hear out of one ear
Dad: Huh?
Daughter: I can a little bit but it's really muffled
Dad: Can you speak up?
Daughter stops responding. When will she learn.
While chewing something particularly chewy I thought of something I needed to ask my wife. The following conversation ensued:
Me: Drrd ooo rmmbrr oo ak oww drr trrsh?
Wife: What the hell did you just say?
Me: Muffled sigh Chewing Chewing Chewing Hold up index finger to indicate almost done Chewing I said, 'Drrd ooo rmmbrr oo ak oww drr trrsh?'
Wife: Loses will to live.
We belong to a Hindu family.
Sister: Mom, I don't feel so good.
Mother: What's wrong?
Sister: I'm sick.
Father: No, you're Hindu. What is wrong with you?
Muffled laughter and audible groans were heard.
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