Tag Archives: Puns

‘90s Kids Won’t Get This Joke

Dr. Pepper was hit by an iron

He recently confessed.

When asked how he was feeling

He said “I’m soda pressed.”

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Typical Bird Answer…

A young male eagle was hunting

And swooped down on a dove.

He asked his girl, “What now?”

And his girl squawked, “Eat prey, love.”

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Do I *Detect* A Garment That Doesn’t Fit… That’s Unsuitable

Geico has a gecko,

Aflac has a duck,

But my insurance company

Has no such mascot luck,

So instead of selling policies

I’ll be a stock-market trader

With a well-dressed crocodile mascot

Called the Investi-Gator.

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When You Stretch For The Pun And Hurt Yourself

I want what a former president may do

Were he a bird who saw a speck

‘Cause I don’t like the words “and a.”

I want a Bush’ll peck.

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One Trapdoor Mishap Later…

I went through a stage when I was an actor.

I think the hole in the floor was a factor.

The said “Break a leg,” so I did obey.

Now I have my own cast I don’t have to pay!

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The Heroes We Need

The closest of friends

Were Buttock and Cheek.

One was quite hairy,

The other quite sleek.

Whenever the world

Seemed wrong for a bit

The two came together

And stopped all that shit!

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OI?

Someone told me

R*pe jokes aren’t funny.

I said, “You’re right, they’re knot.”

The time wasn’t ripe

To leave anyone hanging,

So I used a different * than they thought.

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Is This Too White, I Wonder ™?

Body and bread,

Sword and sheaf;

Stalk of muscle,

Blade of leaf;

Sweet or sour,

Baked or no;

It rises within us:

Tae Kwon Dough!

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Low Siento…

Somewhere, there’s a Mexican wizard

Who can’t hear what people say.

I’ve heard he’s a deaf supremacist

And a member of the “Que? Que? Que?”

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Kindness

I offered a homeless guy a place

To sleep under my roof.

He said to me, “I’m not a ceiling fan.”

Then to himself: “Lol, what a goof!”

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