Went back in the pun files and found this one from Richard.
Dodge City was a rough town. Nevertheless, it had an excellent theatre group. One time it planned to perform the Swan Lake Ballet.
On the day of dress rehearsal, it was discovered that moths had gotten into the tutus. Everything was ruined. The producer placed a call to the Acme Costume Company in Wichita and learned they had plenty of tutus. The proprietor promised to ship the much needed garments over on a special train. They should arrive in plenty of time for the opening.
Back at Dodge, everyone was in a big hurry. Someone needed to go down to the depot and fetch the tutus. Butch, the biggest, toughest guy in town offered to do it. So he went to the station and sat down. When the station master saw Butch, he went over and asked if he might be of help. Butch replied, “Thanks, but I’m just waiting for the tutu train.”
ugh. I’m glad I wasn’t standing on the crossing because I didn’t see that one coming.
That one is way off-track.
But I laughed.
TuTu?
Isn’t he that ugly, asshole minister from South Africa?
Claudia?
Sorry but I ran out of steam on Pun night. Just derailed and couldn’t catch the right tract of mind to avoid a crash. After all, I’m not a Twain. I don’t have to be on this thread with a runaway line at every station. Bet you if it had been about tit-tit instead of tutu, a thousand guy would have bought a ticket and sit with Butch to wait for the show train.
Add a S to “guys” of course….they would never have been solo for the demonstration of a Boobage Ballet, tutu or not.