Postural Puns

I have a hunch it might be me.

It was just a hunch.

I talked to her about it, turns out I was wrong, and I stand corrected.

I’m really not sure what I was all bent out of shape about.

He said it felt really apalling

...but I stand corrected!

There had an abundance of Cairo-practors

But now I stand corrected

I've got a hunch it may be me

Because they always have a hunch.

She stood me up.

Everyone here is a stickler

(hand posture) you wanna pizza me?

Sit tight

I adoor your posture.

This is the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, after the story ends. After chopping down the beanstalk, Jack realizes that he’s actually pretty damn good with an axe, and casual vegetative vandalism really struck his fancy, so he began chopping down other trees for a living. He became a traveling woodsman, and he enjoyed many years of his simple life of manual labor.

One day, as he chops wood, he hears screams from a nearby cottage. Hurriedly breaking in (because recall: jack has no problem with entering houses uninvited), he sees a cross dressing lycanthrope attempting to devour a little girl dressed all in red and her little grandmother too. Wielding his trusty axe, Jack murdered yet another fantasy creature, and safely led Little Red all the way back home. Answering the door was a beautiful woman of around his age. After sending Little Red to bed, the two of them talked for hours.

One thing led to another, and a year later they were married with a child on the way. They had a beautiful little boy named Jack Junior who followed in his father’s steps to become a woodsman. This was fortunate, because as Junior grew up, Jack was feeling the pain of his previous adventures. An old back injury from jumping from the beanstalk was haunting him, and over time his posture grew more and more hunched. He had a tough time working, but at least Junior was becoming a strapping young man.

One day, Jack and Junior took the long road to the grandmothers place to bring her a meal, just like that fateful trio Red took so many years ago. When they arrived, the grandmother greeted them cheerily, welcoming them in and making conversation. “Oh Junior,” she said, “you’ve grown into such a handsome and strong young man. It’s so kind of you to handle all the work so your poor father, with his bad back and all, doesn’t have to. Why don’t you have a girlfriend yet?” Junior hesitated. “Well Grandma,” he replied. “It’s because... I’m gay”. The close-minded, set-in-her-ways grandma’s expression became stormy. She pulled poor hunched-over Jack into adjacent room, and whispered angrily: “Jack, your life is a mess! Your posture is terrible and your son isn’t giving me any grandsons!” Jack replied: “Ma, we’re happy, you can’t just-“ But she interrupted. “No excuses!” She snapped. “You need to straighten your lumbar, Jack!”

I have a hunch, it might be me.

I have a hunch that it might be me.

I have a hunch it might be me.

I have a hunch, it might be me.

But it's just a hunch.

I have a hunch, it might be me.

But it’s just a hunch.

I have a hunch it might be me.

I have a hunch it might be me.

I have a hunch it might be me.

I have a hunch it might be me.

I have a hunch it might be me.

I have a hunch it might be me.

I have a hunch.

But that's just a hunch

...that my posture is bad.

....do you stand corrected?

But I stand corrected.