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Punny Sunday

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A friend of mine forwarded a WhatsApp message the other day. It did make me laugh. I love jokes that can really make me laugh even if they are the most basic sort, the pun-based ones. Puns are generally kiddish. But sometimes they can be super-intelligent too. Like some of the jokes forwarded by this friend. Taste a few:

I think I’m becoming a social vegan… I’m avoiding meets.

I married my wife for her looks. Just not the ones she’s been giving me of late.

What do you call a bedpan in Russia? A Poo-tin.

One of these punny funnies prompted me to make a micro-story from two points of view: the male and the female. Male chauvinist and feminist, right?

Story 1

My wife returned from a biblical convention. The first thing she did was to give me a sweet hug. Reason? The preacher had said, “You should embrace your mistakes.”

Story 2

My wife returned from a biblical convention. She decided to give me some good counsel. “You should embrace your mistakes,” she started. I gave her a sweet hug immediately.

By the way, Maggie has just returned from Sunday church. I had promised to take her for shopping today. So, bye.

I wanted to end this post with a selfie. My blue-eyed Dora and I. Dora is the new kitten given by Kingini. She’s nearly two months old now. There were two of them. A neighbour came to adopt them both. I refused to give both just because Kingini might go into fatal depression if I did that to her. She loved the kittens that much.  I let my neighbour choose any one. He chose the one which had patches of brown on the fur. He didn’t see the blue eyes of the other one who had only grey patches on her fur. That one has become my beloved Dora though the colour of her eyes is now changing to green. She doesn’t let me take a selfie, however. So let me end this post with an older pic of both the kittens together.


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Comments

  1. Yamini MacLeanOctober 6, 2024 at 1:34 PM

    Hari Om
    😀 Excellent puns! YAM xx

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  2. Pradeep NairOctober 6, 2024 at 11:59 PM

    There’s something so simple yet clever about a well-crafted pun! I love cats. Dora sounds adorable, and I can understand why you'd want to keep her close. It’s so heartwarming that you thought of Kingini’s feelings when deciding to keep one of the kittens.

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  3. Liz A.October 7, 2024 at 2:19 AM

    I hope you had a lovely shopping trip.

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  4. magiceyeOctober 7, 2024 at 6:52 AM

    Punnily phunny!

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  5. Durga Prasad DashOctober 7, 2024 at 4:16 PM

    Ha ha ha. I am back to blogging after a long gap. Nice to see old buddies still so active on blogosphere.

    ReplyDelete

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