If you could find a Light in a shiny armor to illuminate the White House, instead of all the dim bulbs shading the Front Door, you might get out of the darkness. But, right now, many Americans can hardly accept to be recharged and shaken up by an original brassy Watt. Sorry to tell you that if you don’t recycle, you’ll burn to a crisp into the night.
I say that pun is a funny as a “fart in a phone booth”, but how many people under 40 know what a phone booth is (or was)?
Phone booth? It’s that smelly box over there…
Yeah, well, elevators smell different to a midget.
As regards this pun, I feel just like the lightening bug who was delighted no end.
Lightening?
It was on a weight-loss program.
Cheers
My Monday is a little bit brighter! Thanks.
Sadly, I had to read this one twice to get it. Once I did, I realized it’s one of the better ones recently.
Well, that only took a few times before I got it.
Claudia, HELP! Goddamit! HELP!!!
“De-Lighted” uh huh
Is that what they mean by a dark joke?
That is hardly illuminating!
Scottiebill, I’m not sure people want my help….
If you could find a Light in a shiny armor to illuminate the White House, instead of all the dim bulbs shading the Front Door, you might get out of the darkness. But, right now, many Americans can hardly accept to be recharged and shaken up by an original brassy Watt. Sorry to tell you that if you don’t recycle, you’ll burn to a crisp into the night.
Wonderful, wise Claudia has not deserted us after all. Thank you, my dear, for re-appearing to keep us from straying from the path of puns.