It was the Fred Schneider cut. Oops!
I gotta say, it really tied the room together...
So my dad and I went to a local crab shack. I got a crab that I couldn't actually open, so I was sitting there with the hammer just smacking it repeatedly. The waitress comes over and asks "Ya having a little trouble with that?"
Dad: "It seems he is. Luckily we aren't paying for the crabs by the pound."
So we gave him the nickname shack keyhole Neil
Hey all. I work at a place that sells medieval and Renaissance themed clothing, weapons, and armour. We are beginning to sell snacks in the breakroom for employees (sans vending machine) and I want to call the "shop" something silly/ridiculous. Ye Olde Snack Shack just won't cut it, I want a good pun in there. Don't hesitate to use fantasy inspired ideas either. I wanted to go with The Dragon's Hoard, but would rather have something funny as well!
Hello everyone, I'm planning on asking someone to prom for my first time and I don't have any unique puns. She's an Indian girl and I'm from Spain, she loves "KozyShack Rice Pudding" and "Halos Mandarins"
We come across a small shack with restrooms and my dad drops this gem: “Well it isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve seen all day, but it’s a solid number 2”
I can only aspire to be as good as him one day
A Christmas Poem
by Dad (1952–2009)
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the shack,
Not a creature was stirring, we was all in the sack;
Our mugs were placed on the mantle with cheer,
In hope that Saint Nick would bring us a beer;
And me I was tucked up all snug in my bed,
But strains of sweet music still danced through my head;
So I sprang from my bed with a crash and a clatter,
And off down the hall with bare feet did I patter;
There on the chair sat my musical pipe,
So I sat down to play without fanfare or hype;
Come Mozart, come Hayden, Stravinski and Strauss,
And write me some music to bring down the house;
When down from the chimney appeared with a crash,
A strange little man in the smoke and the ash;
He wiggled and jumped and got up like a shot,
Came over and said, "Man those cinders are hot!";
His stomach it shook like a bowl full of jelly,
For a moment I thought it was dear old aunt Nelly;
His nose like a cherry, his ears like two jugs,
I was worried that this guy just might be on drugs;
His language was foul, his jokes they were crass,
So I opened the door and threw him out on his ass;
But then as I turned, boy was I ever surprised;
I saw what he'd bought me, or so I surmised;
For there in the corner right under the tree,
Was some brand new sheet music and a case of O.V.;
I turned to say thank-you but found he had gone,
He was not in the garden and not on the lawn;
And just when I thought that he couldn't get far,
I realized the old goat had stolen the car;
Off in the distance he said with a wheeze,
"I hated to do it but you left me the keys!";
I smiled and laughed for this much I could savour,
For I'd just sold the car to my idiot neighbour;
And once more he called as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and don't drive when you're tight!"
Thank you for everything, Dad. We love and miss you.
It's a real Roar-Shack test.
Girl: So have you seen Pan yet? I heard it was good.
Me: No but the Pot is pretty great.
Girl: No I meant the new movie, the origin story of Peter Pan.
Me: Oh no, I haven't seen it. But I heard Sally Spatula was also a great story. It was a good flip ending.
Followed by twenty minutes of me giggling while she walked away shacking her head.
