If attacked by a mob of clowns, go for the juggler.
I ran across this phrase while reading a recent news article:
A series of comments on a recent news article.
At one firm in the 1980s our group occupied cubicles in a row near some windows. I sat in the left end cubicle next to my log-time buddy, Art. A colleague named Big Bob inhabited a cubicle several cubes toward the building’s entrance door. One day one of my shoes squeaked as I walked.
Comment threads of news items can be pretty much echo chambers but every once in a while, someone posts a random comment that leads to a rich variety of punny responses. Witness this brilliant series:
Funny how the obverse [seeing an atheist sign on a car] is never taken into account – drive around my county in PA and count the number of Christian-message-exhorting signs, billboards, bumper stickers, fish symbols on businesses…you’ll get exhausted soon.
I was stunned, stunned! I tell you, when I noticed this in a recent market advertising circular ☞
Seems there was an orchestra, with a master Violinist in ﬁrst chair. In the midst of ﬁnal rehearsal for a grand exposition of powerful music, a bizarre dissonance was heard.
The following comment thread began in comments relating to a post about the hunk of junk Ken Ham calls a replica of Noah’s Ark.
I lurk on various news and special interest forums. Occasionally the commenters get carried away with cascading puns. For example: