And she’s done it again. You have to get up pretty early to beat Susan to any of her puns. She doesn’t loaf around. I think she’s sliced about all you can from this.
The kid isn’t bred for this kind of abuse. After awhile though the insults will grow stale. I know it’s kind of crumby, but hopefully the kid will learn to sandwich his emotions between two toasty outer shells. (I feel like a heel for mentioning the above.)
I don’t mind the “heel”. I use the bread ends to make grilled cheese sandwiches. The cheese goes on the crust sides and you can’t tell that the bread ends were used.
For these people, puns aren’t just a character trait — they’re a neurological disease called Witzelsucht.
Witzelsucht, as summarized by a team of Taiwanese researchers in a paper (pdf here) published in 2005, is marked by “a tendency to tell inappropriate and poor jokes.” Wikipedia, citing another study, notes that a Witzelsucht patient has an “uncontrollable tendency to pun,” finding the jokes “intensely amusing.” These tendencies are caused by an injury to the person’s brain, specifically in his or her right frontal lobe, often caused by stroke. One neurologist, who told MSNBC that he sees several Witzelsucht-afflicted patients each year, described a particularly “dramatic” case: “[He] appeared to be attracted to my reflex hammer. After I checked his deep tendon reflexes and put my hammer down, he picked up the hammer and started to check my reflexes, while giggling.” The humor, of course, was lost on the doctor — and would be to any outside observer as well.
Superfrog over 7 years ago
Time wounds all heels.
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 7 years ago
Aw… Dad is sweet..
He might look a bit crusty on the outside…. but he’s still tender inside, with a real soft spot for his kids.
He just got home from his Toastmaster’s meeting… bringing his wife some fresh flours, as he always does…
He knows he’ll have to rise early, too, but if his son kneads him, he’ll at yeast try to help.
This boy is the last child. They decided he’d be the end.
I think he’ll turn out just like his Dad… so I hope they threw away the mold.
jreckard over 7 years ago
And she’s done it again. You have to get up pretty early to beat Susan to any of her puns. She doesn’t loaf around. I think she’s sliced about all you can from this.
Jeff0811 over 7 years ago
The kid isn’t bred for this kind of abuse. After awhile though the insults will grow stale. I know it’s kind of crumby, but hopefully the kid will learn to sandwich his emotions between two toasty outer shells. (I feel like a heel for mentioning the above.)
sfreader1 over 7 years ago
I don’t mind the “heel”. I use the bread ends to make grilled cheese sandwiches. The cheese goes on the crust sides and you can’t tell that the bread ends were used.
Radish... over 7 years ago
For these people, puns aren’t just a character trait — they’re a neurological disease called Witzelsucht.
Witzelsucht, as summarized by a team of Taiwanese researchers in a paper (pdf here) published in 2005, is marked by “a tendency to tell inappropriate and poor jokes.” Wikipedia, citing another study, notes that a Witzelsucht patient has an “uncontrollable tendency to pun,” finding the jokes “intensely amusing.” These tendencies are caused by an injury to the person’s brain, specifically in his or her right frontal lobe, often caused by stroke. One neurologist, who told MSNBC that he sees several Witzelsucht-afflicted patients each year, described a particularly “dramatic” case: “[He] appeared to be attracted to my reflex hammer. After I checked his deep tendon reflexes and put my hammer down, he picked up the hammer and started to check my reflexes, while giggling.” The humor, of course, was lost on the doctor — and would be to any outside observer as well.
shipl14 over 7 years ago
Stale joke
sandflea over 7 years ago
It’s a “Wonder” he doesn’t have a “Bread” poster on the wall.
BaconBoyCamper over 7 years ago
We call the first end crust the “Laugh Crust” and the crust at the other end the “Cry Crust”…
rekam Premium Member over 7 years ago
Hubby and my brother would get going back and forth with puns until I had to tell them “Stop! That’s enough.”