Six Puns Day Eight Hundred Seventy Nine: Chicle

It might be hard to choose a career, but just remember if you stick to what you like, you’ll be able to tap into something greater than yourself. Well, maybe not, but at the very least you won’t be flapping your gums, and you won’t feel brain drain. 

Six Puns: Writing chicle puns is a sneeze, I mean a breeze–a, a, a–chooo!

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Six Puns Day Eight Hundred Seventy Eight: Turpentine

“We thought there was no way we could stump the elephants, but we found a way to get them to pine for food by putting the smell of baked bread by their trunks.” said Zack, the zookeeper. “Baked bread? Isn’t that something elephants would not usually eat?” said Rita, the reporter. “Yes,” said Zack, “but frankly, that’s none of our beeswax.”

Six Puns: Writing turpentine puns? Paint what it used to be.

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Six Puns Day Eight Hundred Seventy Seven: Tar

Pete would have to stick to his practice, otherwise playing the violin would be the pits. He seemed to be stuck on the pizzicato notes, which, when incorrectly played with a bow, sounded like a baby seal.

Six Puns: Pesticides? Oh, please. Only things that are organic matter.

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Six Puns Day Eight Hundred Seventy Six: Asphalt

Interesting facts will surface today, as long as you put in those long hard hours. Like at the baseball game, where a pitch will look crude but will actually be how victory rode in.

Six Puns: From Greece to Turkey, to Hong Kong, Crete.

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Six Puns Day Eight Hundred Seventy Five: Shale

When you leave your flat and  go to the rock concert, make sure you eat some chips and drink plenty of quarts of beer during the break.

Six Puns: These puns are all yours, not mine.

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Six Puns Day Eight Hundred Seventy Four: Welding

Noah’s ark wasn’t exactly a gas, as there were frequent quarrels where sparks would fly. Noah’s pub, though, was a seriously fun joint where you could meet a new flame.

Six Puns: Coppery, silvery, and irony.

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Six Puns Day Eight Hundred Seventy Three: Prisms

“It’s about time you reflect on days of old, the various angles of debate, interspersed with light humor,” said the veteran lawyer to the graduates. “I peer amid this crowd and see many young faces who might try angles I would never even dream of.”

Six Puns: A sunny beauty (and a rain beau).

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