AND THE AWARD FOR HIGHEST RATIO OF BAD PUNS TO ACTUAL INFORMATION GOES TO...
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Isn't "bad pun" redundant?
Posted by: Ol' Chumbucket | February 25, 2009 at 03:39 PM
The Inquirer may be bankrupt, but they are still covering the big stories.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | February 25, 2009 at 03:42 PM
Mucha lobster?
Posted by: Siouxie | February 25, 2009 at 03:48 PM
Entrapment!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 25, 2009 at 03:51 PM
Know whats worse than lobsters on your piano? Crabs on your organ. Pun intended
Posted by: Dan | February 25, 2009 at 03:57 PM
He should be drawn and quartered.
Posted by: Sassy Sow | February 25, 2009 at 04:01 PM
Um, yeah.
Posted by: Cat R | February 25, 2009 at 04:01 PM
Peter Mucha? Isn't that Plenty O'Toole's kid?
Posted by: padraig | February 25, 2009 at 04:02 PM
I'd like to get my claws on him.
Posted by: Siouxie | February 25, 2009 at 04:03 PM
That just steams me.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | February 25, 2009 at 04:14 PM
Good thing they cracked this case wide open.
Posted by: Siouxie | February 25, 2009 at 04:15 PM
Mucha Peter? Nah. He's tryin' too hard.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 25, 2009 at 04:21 PM
that guy must be really redfaced that he got caught. i'd be steamed, too. now, pass that butter.
Posted by: queensbee | February 25, 2009 at 04:27 PM
reminds me of this gem:
A seafood restaurant had a sign in the window that read, "Big Lobster Tales, $5 each."
Amazed at the great value, a man stopped in and asked the waitress, "Five dollars each for lobster tails -- is that correct?"
"Yes," she said. "It's our special just for today."
"Well," he said, "they must be little lobster tails."
"No," she replied, "it's the really big lobster."
"Are you sure they aren't green lobster tails -- and a little bit tough?"
"No," she said, "it's the really big red lobster."
"Big red lobster tails, $5 each?" he said, amazed. "They must be old lobster tails!"
"No, they're definitely today's."
"Today's big red lobster tails -- $5 each?" he repeated, astounded.
"Yes," she insisted.
"Well, here's my five dollars," he said. "I'll take one."
She took the money and led him to a table where she invited him to sit down. She then sat down next to him, put her hand on his shoulder, leaned over close to him, and said, "Once upon a time there was a really big red lobster..."
Posted by: This Little Piggy | February 25, 2009 at 04:40 PM
Dear This little Piggy----Reminds me of this story:A man driving past a restaurant noticed a sign that said,'Lobster Tail and Beer'.He immediately pulled into the parking lot because these were his three favorite things in life.
Posted by: ron | February 25, 2009 at 06:09 PM
This writer should be sent to pasture to write for Boy Life, or The Hanah Montana show.
Posted by: MartiniShark | February 25, 2009 at 08:29 PM
I dunno - I thought it was Mucha doo about nuthin
Posted by: CoastRaven | February 25, 2009 at 09:12 PM
91 lobsters? What a shellfish bastard.
OK, now we're on a roll here.
Posted by: Ralph | February 25, 2009 at 11:54 PM
He's going to love his shell-mate in jail....
Posted by: PirateBoy | February 26, 2009 at 05:26 PM