Tag Archives: Puns

There’s A Colonel Of Truth Here…

In the civil war, a soldier fled

Across the Kentucky border,

Seeking to preserve his life

By disobeying his orders.

But when he crossed he found himself

On more unfriendly soil.

The deserter was taken hostage

And executed with boiling oil.

I don’t blame you if this story

Might make you quake or sicken,

But its moral is important:

How Kentucky fried the chicken.

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Oregon Agriculture

A cattle ranch was neighbors

With a marijuana farm.

They thought the two could coexist

And not cause any harm.

Now the cows are singing Green Day songs

And I can’t tell a lie:

I never dreamed proximity

Could make the steaks so high.

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That Birch!

I bought a leaf blower the other day

And my trees are so happy it’s crazy.

I asked one tree “Why do you smile at me?”

Tree said, “Well, my wife’s gotten lazy…”

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Goodness Me, Is That More Than 100 BPM My Good Sir?

When your heart beats really fast

That’s tachycardia

(Or so the doctors would have you believe).

But if your heart beats quickly

And you’re upper-middle class

It’s classycardia. (Ok, I’ll leave)

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This Is Why Horses Became Popular In The Wild West

When robbers hold their guns out

And bellow, “Stick ‘em up”

The whole ordeal is really rather crass.

But it gets even worse

When they try to rob the livestock

‘Cause then the robbers “Stick ‘em up” your ass.

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Pronunciation Matters

The church tells us

That prejudice is bad.

On the other hand, pre-Judas

Were the best years Jesus had.

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Move Over, Tae Kwon

In the distant German mountains

The cloistered monks abide,

Perfectly fermenting

The hidden power that’s inside.

They slice a cabbage handily

With their German ninja blade,

Discovering through discipline

How real strength is made.

They drink not wine but vinegar

As they battle high and low,

The secret monk practitioners

Of the great art: Sauer Do.

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Feeling Gassy?

“Can I be my own

“Anesthesiologist?”

“Sure, knock yourself out.”

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Adventures in Undead Education

Little Dracula was a fool.

Little Dracula didn’t go to school.

His one weakness he could not surmount:

Little Dracula could not count.

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Health Class Paid Off

Body builder said

“Feel my upper back”, but I

Knew it was a trap.

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