Let the Pun begin!

[Ozark Ridge Rider]

The local constabulary has had quite a summer busting pot growers. They finally got all the evidence processed and needed a way to get rid of it. It was decided to take it to a safe place and burn it.

Unfortunately, it is nearing fall migration time and a flock of common terns flew into the smoke, became confused, and started circling. This caused quite a row, and the Audubon Society got involved. But it was too late,










There was not one tern unstoned!

[Oldhiker]

for Retro Red

seems appropriate on his journey

What that up the road? Ahead?


I hope he smiled at this one

[morrison]

for Retro Red

seems appropriate on his journey

What that up the road? Ahead?


I hope he smiled at this one

That's a good turn.
Another malapropism from our fine Yankee's ball club catcher a few years ago said, "When you come to a fork in the road. . . . take it."

[McClef]

Then there was the Soviet weather forecaster whose wife questioned his Christmas weather forecast.

She thought it would snow instead but he disagreed by saying:

"Rudolf the Red knows rain dear!"

[Thunderbolt]

Do you know how to catch a Polar Bear?

You cut a hole in the ice, and lay some fresh peas around the hole.

Then, when the bear comes to take a pea, you kick him in the ice hole.

[Thunderbolt]

In a land far, far away, there lived the Twids. The Twids were a kind and gentle people, living simply and in harmony with nature.

Every day, the Twids would go work in their fields, tending their crops and animals. In doing so, the had to cross a bridge.

Everything was fine, until this one day, a troll took up residence under the bridge. Then, when the Twids tried to cross the bridge, the troll would jump up and kick them all off the bridge!

Confused as to what to do, the villagers went to their wise man, the Babbit.

The explained the problem and he said "I must see this for myself." So the villagers took the Babbit down to the bridge, where he found indeed, a troll living under the bridge.

So, as the villagers watched in anticipation, the Babbit walked across the bridge.

But the troll simply watched.

Then he walked back. But still, the troll just watched.

Finally, the Babbit, frustrated, asked the Troll "Why do you kick them off the bridge, but not me!??"

The troll replied......
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"Silly Babbit, kicks are for Twids!"