Susceptance Puns

Because so many of them are degenerative hipsters.

Irritable fowl syndrome. (courtesy of my 11yo)

travelled extensively and nearly always by walking, causing to develop thick callouses on his feet. He ate very meagerly, causing him to be susceptible to injury. He was well versed in Hindi mysticism and would use this knowledge to relate to fellow Indians on a spiritual level. Fasting, which Ghandi frequently did, can be a cause for an imbalance in the bioata of the mouth leading to bad breath, known medially as halitosis. In sum, Ghandi was a super calloused, fragile mystic plagued by halitosis.

Let me preface this with some info. Firstly, me and my father are idiots; our jokes can become insensitive if we aren't careful, as we have few filters. My parents live in a tiny town amidst a thousand other tiny towns. One of the tiny towns right beside us (let's call it Townsburg) has a lot of forest and extra land, so towards the end of the summer when it's still hot but the land is starting to dry out, it's rather susceptible to fires. The other day, Townsburg caught fire in a few different places. The town my parents live in (we'll call it Cityville) is the sausage capital of our state. Yep. Sausage capital. Like brisket and such. Our proudest export is meat. Meat is what we are most proud of. I don't live there anymore, thank the universe.

So I went by my parents house on the way home from work one day to check on my retired, sick father, and watch the news with him (something I try to do whenever I can). And what happened next, well, it all just happened so fast...

Me: "Whoa, Townsburg is on fire again. I guess Cityville isn't the barbecue capital anymore, AYO." Dad: "Nope. Looks like they're about to be the barbecued capital." Me: "...we may need to stop hanging out so much."