Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Okay. I'm not a pun person. Seriously, I don't really like them. I think most of them are over used and often stupid. I barely react to puns, even if they're good, just because I've been conditioned against them. A good outcome of that is most people stop trying to get me to laugh with puns after a few attempts. It takes a really good pun to make me laugh.

And it takes a really, really, really bad pun to made me cry with laughter and feel sorry for the guys who spent so much time trying to figure that pun out. I'm mean, really bad. Bad times ten with a pinch of horrible, a handful of horrific and a tablespoon of terrible. ((Avoid alterations, always =P))

It's like... I have no words to describe how awful this is. It's like... fingernails on chalk bored horrific. Like the "what's brown and sticky?" "a stick" joke and the "wanna hear a dirty joke?" "the white horse fell in the mud" horrific. And it's... be warned... I did not write this. I did not laugh at this. I just felt sorry for whomever created it.

"Mahatma Gandhi,  as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive  set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather  frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath.  This made  him (here it comes!) a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis." 


  1. My dad thinks that pun is the most hilarious thing ever. It's one of his favorite "jokes." =P

    My opinion: *facepalm*