Two fonts walk into the bar, and the barman says, “Sorry lads, we don’t serve your type.”
That’s Arial painful pun. Good job!
I agree. It sure had an Impact.
You had to wrench that one loose, I see.
I was just monkeying around, Beck.
I love a crescent moon.
Socket to us with another!
I am glad you have an outlet for bad punning.
I’m glad I have an outlet too. This thread–it’s electric!
Well, I never…So shocking!
A superconductor walks into a bar. The bartender says, “Get out! We don’t serve your kind here.” The superconductor left without resistance.
Resistance is futile.
No trying to put in a new bathroom floor without enough materials is few tile.
I’m getting Borg with this.
I was working on updating my bathroom until I was just too pooped out.
Well, you’re pissing me off.
Better to be pissed off than pissed on.
Sigh. If you like bathroom humor, urine luck here.
I want to poo-poo that notion, right up front.
Poop is a crap palindrome.