Wonder how many ear puns we can drum up.
Puns about ears don’t belong hear.
Woke up the other morning with a spoon in one ear and a teabag in the other. I think someone is treating me like a mug.
Hm. Any clues as to who? Perhaps you could narrow the field of suspects, and eventually, pinna him down.
We’ll have to ask the Auricle of Delphi.
Listen up. Hear’s the deal.
Hear, Hear.
Back in the old days, parents would box their children’s ears if the kids misbehaved. Poor kids were suffering from ear whacks.
Here’s a Q(uick)-tip for you, plant your corn early for bigger ears.
There’s a kernel of truth to that statement.
Yes, that’s a-maizing.
Aw shucks
At the risk of being corny, can we give peas a chance?
You’re saying that we should visualize whirled peas?
What is this, a pod cast?
Would you be interviewing a VI Pea?
I’m rooted in that decision.
And I’d like a glass of vine.
Sorry, vino haf vine.
Oh well. Que syrah syrah.