Those are some hard-boiled puns, no yolk. You sir are the master of puntiffication.

I shall now resign my self to a life of leisurely punting down the Thames, entertaining thoughts of giant bower bird-like dinosaurs and their anything-buy-puny nests.

So said the genuinely penny less orphaned numismatist pleading with capon Ryder, who doesn’t know the pathetic broken soul is actually his bastard son!

Chew on that for awhile! Then head out to Wrigley Field.

Tres dr^ole, mon ami. Had to work it for a half minute but, I can say without hedging, as funny as a Carson monologue item.

You are correct sir!