I can deal with being thrown out of low-flying airplanes with my hands shackled.
I can kill someone five times before they hit the ground.
I know how to ask "Where is the ammunition store?" in thirteen different languages.
I can even feign interest when McGee goes on about his cows and their evening toilets.
But the one thing I could never do was come up with a decent pun.
And as a highly respected rescuer it was a constant source of embarrassment for me. After every mission, as we were heading back, someone always made a lame joke, preferably a pun. It was how we'd unwind. And as I was often leading these missions, I was looked upon to provide said pun. I'm ashamed to admit I reused several. Sometimes I hid in the bathroom when pun time started. Once I even feigned a seizure.
My worst one had to be the one about the nuclear winter... I'd rather not get into it.
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you ought to be punned to death! jk, they are a tricky thing. make one too many and you're corny, not often enough and its not funny... its all about the timing
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