But no pun in ten did.
I used to be a film photographer but learned it was a negative hobby.
One that lens itself to bad puns.
The kind that make you shutter.
I have proof.
My best friend lives on the East Coast. Iโm on the West. He often streams his games over Skype so I can hang out and watch. He was playing the Witcher 3, and fighting the water monster men. I said โThey just want to know the shape of you,โ and he coincidentally died at that moment.
He got really, really mad. I always knew my puns annoyed him a little, but when I was sad, heโd tell dumb puns heโd google to cheer me up. But he just went into a tangent on how much puns annoy him and how he doesnโt get that I keep doing them over and over again every day whenever I talk with him. Trying to stop or cut back on puns would be pretty difficult and make me sad; I love witty wordplay and commentary, and bottling it up feels awful. But apparently it really, really annoys him.
What should I do?
My bad mushroom pun has been avenged.
I was having dinner with my mom tonight. Burritos. As soon as I picked mine up, it ripped apart and spewed its contents all over my plate, the table, and my lap.
After I finished swearing a blue streak and started cleaning up, she just casually said:
"Well it is wrapped in a tore-tilla..."
Amateur punner here! Unfortunately, my friends aren't fans... But I was a bit too chuffed to keep it to myself.
