[Yes, time again for our monthly truly memorable puns and word plays]
I couldn’t afford to buy cotton so I decided to be abrasive and steel wool.
I burned my tongue eating gourmet food, but it was labeled haute cuisine.
Our local bailiff moonlights as a bartender. Heard he serves subpoena
coladas.
I passed the driving test even though I had to park on a hill. Glad I made
the grade.
In a liquor warehouse in Jamaica, all of the workers speak in poetic verse.
Seems that rhymes fly when you’re heaving rum.
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Dr Bob Griffin
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