Last night I fell asleep on the sofa downstairs.
I don’t remember much of my dream, but it ended with the words “When she’s on a roll, I let her talk. When I’m on a roll, the seat of my pants is covered in bread.”
I’m not particularly upset that my subconscious minds makes lame puns considering that it’s actually the kind of thing I would say when wide awake.
The most amusing thing about puns is that, outside of my immediate family where everybody joins in, no matter how good the pun is or how bad, there is always someone who looks at me and says something to the effect of “you’re a horrible person.”