We all love puns

[BoSoxGal]

Who is the smartest pig in the world?













Einswine!

[Econoline]

I'll just leave this here...

[BoSoxGal]

[Bicycle Bill]

Why does the Norwegian military have bar codes on the side of their ships?
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So that when they come back to port, they can Scandinavian.

-"BB"-

[Econoline]

[Scooter]

[Econoline]

Credit SF author Adam-Troy Castro, on Facebook:

• Some people believe that the Clanton gang won the gunfight in Tombstone that day. In fact, they believe that the Clantons prevailed by running over the Marshall with a steam roller.
  
  Adherents of this theory are members of the Flat Earp Society.

[Joe Guy]

The idea is not as far-fetched as you might think. Wyatt was under a lot of pressure that day.

[dales]

We all love puns...

I donut.

[Joe Guy]

We all love puns...

I donut.

Why? Do they make your eyes glaze over?

[ex-khobar Andy]

There's nothing cruller than a bad pun.

[dales]

Baker's dozen matter.

[Scooter]

A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

A question mark walks into a bar?

A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."

A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

A synonym strolls into a tavern.

At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

A dyslexic walks into a bra.

A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television getting drunk and smoking cigars.

A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.

[Joe Guy]

A dash jolts into a bar - and immediately spots a good-looking hyphen.

[ex-khobar Andy]

A split infinitive and a metaphor walk into a bar to really get hammered.

[RayThom]

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[Joe Guy]

RayThom is going through a brevity period.

[dales]

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[Joe Guy]

Dales will stop at nothing to make a point.

[Scooter]