A Sucker for Little Square Puns

When I was in high school, my friend Dave and I wiled away the hours by making puns and putting them in fictitious dictionaries.

Wasted youth, I know.

I’m afraid that in some ways, apples and trees stay pretty close together. My post yesterday about Krystal coming to town spawned this dialog between me (R) and my sons Seth (S) and Matthew (M).

My apologies to all who know them, especially their long-suffering wives. And deepest sympathy to the poor woman who has lived with me for thirty plus years.

S: While the image was loading I wondered why. Then it became Krystal clear.

R: I was pretty steamed that it wasn’t a White Castle.

S: You sure are in a pickle, aren’t you?

R: Yes… but I’ve mustard up the resolve to confront the reality.

S: Good thing it was only a tiny little problem.

R: It’s all squared away now.

M: Holy cow, you guys have really ground this one to death.

R: So, what’s your beef?

M: I’m trying to ketchup with you guys but my brain is already fried. I’m going to have to chew on that for a while.

S: Sounds like we’ve got a whole bag full of problems!

There are only three people in the world who find any of this funny.