Wienie less of this hotdogging, please! Get your buns outta here; brrr, it’s chili in here.
Thinking on the matter further, we can go one way oregano another.
It’s a cinnamon men to subject each other to all this herbal abuse. Propriety being the life of spice and all.
It was inevitable that this thread would devolve into food-related puns.
It’s the scientific rule of condimental drift.
Otherwise known a “plate tectonics.” 
I’m all for pun control, but if we outlaw puns…
Using puns does not equal personality. After all, if you use too many, some might find you to be a dill, whole.
And then wouldn’t you be in a pickle!
I’ll make you eat your words.
your humble TubaDiva
someone had to say it.
Don’t take a pizza my heart, though.
Fer the love of OG, people.
I feel like I’m on Death Row. Suffering from capital punnishment…
And soon you’ll be eating crow.*
*There! Effectively changing us over from food puns to bird puns.
Chicken! (Ha! Food and Bird!)
I think are a raven loon (HA!) to not like puns.
Sparrow us.
My tern: I’m robin a gas station, for a lark!
(it must have turned midnight very recently…)
This thread has taken a tern for the verse.
Quite a lisp you got there, little gull.
Gah. Nature’s Call beat me to the “tern” pun. Apparently toucan play this name.
Owl stay out of this finching match. It’s all parrot for the course.
Oh, wren will it ever end?