Now, That’s Punney

I think almost everyone enjoys a good joke and a few of us even find some humor in bad ones.  I am no exception.  However, if I were to define the epitome of humor, I would have to vote for the common pun.  Yup, the clever little stories that take license with your intelligence and that are outwardly scorned by the listeners while inwardly savoring and laughing at them.

What I like about them is that, say whatever you may, they are clever.  They take a fertile (if not somewhat left of center) mind to create them.  Maybe my fondness for them stems from not being able to make them up myself.  All I know is, if there is one to be had, I will take it. 

For years, whenever I heard one, I would be the guy that would forward them via email to everyone I knew under the header of “another groaner”.  At least the reader had some idea what they were in for and, as it turned out, read them anyway.  I know this because I would receive complimentary reply’s like “I can’t believe you wasted my time with this” or “you need a hobby” or “please don’t feel obligated to send me these”.  I probably would have stopped sending them had it not been for these encouraging responses.

So, just in case you too enjoy a good pun, I am going to share a few with you.  Perhaps you will also be so enamored with them that you will feel the urge to send me your favorable comments.  Or not.

A cowboy walks into a bar and asks the bartender “where is everybody.  The bartender says “they’re all at the hanging”.  The cowboy asks “Who are they hanging?”  The bartender reply’s “Brown Paper Pete”.  “What kind of name is that” the cowboy asks.  “Well”, the bartender says, “he wears a brown paper hat, a brown paper shirt and trousers, and brown paper boots”.  The cowboy says “Weird guy.  What are they hanging him for?”  The bartender replies “Rustling”.

Had enough?  No?  OK.  Try this one.

There was a man who entered a local paper’s pun contest.  He sent in ten different puns, hoping that one of the puns would win but, unfortunately, no pun in ten did.

Man, I can hear the laughter and applause from here.  Alright, alright, just a couple more.  I have to save some for later.

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 can’t put it down.

I did a theatrical performance about puns.  It was a play on words.

I know a guy that is addicted to brake fluid.  He says he can stop any time.

I’ll stop there before you pee yourself laughing.


About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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9 Responses to Now, That’s Punney

  1. Gloria241 says:

    These puns are REALLY REALLY bad! LOL


  2. snoogiefisk says:

    Pardon me, I need to go get a glass of wine to got with all that cheese! Very punney!


  3. Theresa says:

    Cue the laughter and applause from Pennsylvania!!!


  4. laurie27wsmith says:

    Good one Bob, I love puns, really I do.


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