Why do they say that puns are the lowest form of humor? I love puns. Here’s a typical conversation around our house.
Me: “Why did you throw out that sausage?”
My husband: “It was the wurst.”
Me: “Well, that really grinds me. I was going to put it in an omelet.”
My husband: “Sorry, that idea isn’t going to pan out.”
Me: “Oh, now you’re just egging me on.”
My husband: “Settle down. I’ll take you out for breakfast, but you’re going to have to scramble.”
At restaurant. Me: “What’s this white stuff on my eggs?”
My husband: “Sauce…age.”
(Okay, I guess it's not so funny. You had to be there.)
How about these?
How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.
I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.
I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can't put it down.
Broken pencils are pointless.
I used to work in a bank, but then I lost interest.
All the toilets in New York's police stations have been stolen. The police have nothing to go on.
I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.
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