This one is from Heironymus.
I remember one time at the newspaper where I worked, a lady came into the lobby with a couple dozen raw eggs, presumably to protest something. She threw all the eggs on the floor, then laid down and rolled in them. She got up, covered in eggs, then dumped a whole bag of white flour over herself. Just then the police showed up, handcuffed her and took her to the hospital for examination.
A couple days later we found out that she had…
Battered Woman’s Syndrome.
I used to work at Half Price Books in Milwaukee. One day a woman walked up to the desk and asked where the books on battered women were and I suggested that they might be found in the cooking section.
I think I can guess why you “used to work” there. But some ripostes are just impossible to pass up, right?
I guess the yolk was on her.
At the hospital they found there was MUFFIN wrong with her, SPONGEd her down told the officers that CHEESE was oCAKE and SWISS ROLLED her home.
DaveH…..you forgot , she was told she would not be able to have any children because somebody had poached her eggs!
Found out there were thousands of battered women in the world, and here I’d been eating them raw all this time.
Not sure I should egg you guys on, but the comments are so good I think we’ll all rise to the occasion.
Yeah, I was listening to a conversation and one of the people made the comment, “Everyone makes mistakes. Heck, my parents made lots of them.” And before I could stop myself, I interjected, “And you’re the living proof.” Got a very quizzical look from that person, while everyone else burst out laughing. I just couldn’t stop myself…
Some things just have to be said…
The guys beat me up on this one!
Come on Claudia you’re not going to let us POUND you down… even if your puns fall as flat as a PANCAKE we still FIG(roll)ure they’re better than ours.
Actually, the thread is a bit crumby, on very thin icing, and only half-baked so far. The yeast I can do, in this currant situation, is to get a slice of the action. Still butter not to raisin the standard and expect any dough for the best pun.
Crikey! I was scrolling down, thinking..”where is Claudia; hope she is OK”. And up she pops, a master wordsmith at work! The pun session, and its comments, restore my grasp on reality. Thank y’all.
Reminds me of the new shelter home in town,called Tempura House. It’s for lightly battered women.
Claudia, I bow to your superior punning and thank you for saving us all from the mediocrity of my efforts.