Daniel made up this pun and sent it to me.
Joe and Mary are starving and have been reduced to eating whatever they can get their hands on. (Thanks Obummer economy! – GOC) One day Joe brings in a plateful of dead flies. Mary is repulsed. “You’ve got to be kidding!”
Joe tells her “This is gonna help you stomach the flies” and brings out a packet of Tums.
“Tums will help?” asks Mary incredulously.
“Of course!” Joe says. “Everyone know that…”
“Tums fine when you’re having flies.”
Don’t they help with butterflies too?
Maegots that is bad
If this were a “gay pun” it with read: “Tums and four-fingers are fine when you’re having twinkie’s flies”
Come on, Claudia. Surely you can top these guys.
I think that Denny just o-pun a can of worms here. Okay, if it’s a drosophile race, I mite fly in: One…Two…Flea…GO! The dead flies meal was a Boo-Bee trap. I heard them still beezzing about. Although the fruit flies might have been anteable and the butter-flies, good on toasts. But I wouldn’t trust droning bees in my soup. And mosquitoes skin-diving my stomach. This was a dross of all day as far as I’m concerned. It’s fly-past-flea here. Tum to go.
Thanks, Claudia! You are still the Punning Champ. And ToeJam still runs a more or less close second.
All hail Claudia, Queen of Puns!