My brown brother Eric leaves for a two year vacation of the suit and nametag wearing variety this exact week.
A few days ago he shot me a text, because he is great and knows how much I appreciate a good pun story:
"Laura. I thought of you today. I think i made a punny. My uncle said he would rather attend my farewell than go to a funeral he is attending. I said 'yeah it will be a little more lively.'"
And just like that, Eric San Diego will be getting a yummy package from me at ye olde Missionary Training Center.
I am not hard to please, people. Think simple thoughts.
And this one from another friend. I don't think either of us realized it was pun material at the time, but now I think it's just grand:
"I have to work out every day or I'll go crazy. I love the feeling of lifting--it just...pumps you up. You know?"
Why yes, I do now. Pump those muscles. Pump 'em good.