Ring Shaped Puns

They're calling it an express-o.

• Thanks to sourceshrek for inspiring this joke with his own: https://www.reddit.com/r/dadjokes/comments/qqf7i0/a_girl_i_once_dated_was_an_italian_pastry_chef/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

It was atoll...

I’ll call it my No Worries Atoll.

Nailed a few dad jokes today…

First my wife and I were icing sugar cookies. We had two Christmas trees and she was using red icing.

So I said, “use the red.” And she says, “Res trees?” To which I replied, “they’d be redwoods.” Wife eyerolled.

Second, we’re making chocolate thingys. Blob of chocolate with a circular pretzel inset. She was adding little Christmas tree shaped decorations to the top of each one. I said, “Do we call these tree rings?”

More groaning.

It’s good to be a dad.

Ok, so this one needs a bit of buildup.

At the time (a week or so ago) I was making a homebrew item for DnD (for the uninformed, Homebrew are custom made items/classes/spells to use in a DnD game at the discretion of the DM (Dungeon Master)).

I had shown this item (shameless plug) to my friend (who is also the DM of the campaign I'm in now) in the hopes of using it in the campaign. He had pointed out that the item was a bit OP for it's cost and that the homebrew page I had made for it was too long. We were discussing ways to improve both the item and the page, and then got on the topic of magic items in general.

It went something along the lines of this:

DM: ... you can't really destroy a magic item before removing the magic from it. Like, you could try to melt down a magic sword for example, but all that would really do is make it too hot to hold. You could even bend it, but not outright destroy it.

Me: That's gotta be one pissed off magic sword.

DM: I mean, yeah, if it's sentient.

Me: Maybe it got so angry at being bent, that it gains sentience just spite you or something.

DM: Well, yeah maybe.

And this, people of reddit, is when the PUN, popped into my head.

Me: *leans in* you could say that the sword gained sentience cuz it got... bent out of shape.

A second or two of silence, and I see the pun register in his head, and I fucking lost it.

I then laugh for a straight minute. After about ten secunds of me busting a gut, he said "Aight, Imma head out"

We're cool now, but he really didn't want to talk to me the next day.

His funeral is on Wednesday. I've made him a wreath in the shape of a throw ring. It's what he would have wanted.