<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954384335172625276</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:14:23.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's So Punny!</title><subtitle type='html'>Puns for the average guy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruce Kusch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731098814136131811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xDqkpbnjdw/TbF86tWRnbI/AAAAAAAAACw/TKlN9DWlCtA/s220/BK_pic.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954384335172625276.post-2164021905319249247</id><published>2009-06-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:31:48.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bread of Wife</title><content type='html'>Not long ago Alynda was scheduled to visit a Relief Society Home, Family, and Personal Enrichment meeting.  She was asked to speak on bread and how it related to spirituality.  She told me what she was planning, how yeast is vital to making good bread, etc.  Immediately, this thought came to mind, which I just had to share:  "inasmuch as you have done it to one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;yeast&lt;/span&gt; of these..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few others: &lt;br /&gt;"Dough your best to get a rise out of them"&lt;br /&gt;"I guess you'll be speaking to the rising generation"&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you can raise them to a higher level"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2954384335172625276-2164021905319249247?l=punsbybruce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/feeds/2164021905319249247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/06/bread-of-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/2164021905319249247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/2164021905319249247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/06/bread-of-wife.html' title='The Bread of Wife'/><author><name>Bruce Kusch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731098814136131811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xDqkpbnjdw/TbF86tWRnbI/AAAAAAAAACw/TKlN9DWlCtA/s220/BK_pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954384335172625276.post-5725257913036988490</id><published>2009-06-13T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:19:21.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was being so clever - guess not!</title><content type='html'>OK - so this afternoon Alynda and I made a quick trip to Porter's (craft store) so she could pick out some fabric for a very cool quilt she is making.  Alynda found what she needed and took a bolt of fabric to the counter so the piece she needed could be cut.  At the counter there were some little refrigerator magnets with sayings on them about quilters, like "Quilters really know how to cut corners."  I tried to add a few of my own, and finally came up with:  "Quilters - they are really on the cutting edge."  Now, I thought that was pretty good and so did my bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's one that didn't fly...we took the fabric to the front of the store to pay for it.  The total came to $5.01.  In my mind I'm thinking "501's - Levis!"  I cleverly say, "Hmmm, 501, I thought we were buying fabric, not jeans."  Alynda looked at me like, "What kind of a dumb thing is that to say!"  I had to explain, "you know, $5.01, 501, levis?"  She got it but still didn't think it was funny (me either, actually).  There were two 20-somethings at the cash register...they never got it.  One of them turned to the other and said, "I didn't get that."  Oh well, I guess every pun can't be brilliant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2954384335172625276-5725257913036988490?l=punsbybruce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/feeds/5725257913036988490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-i-was-being-so-clever-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/5725257913036988490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/5725257913036988490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-i-was-being-so-clever-guess.html' title='I thought I was being so clever - guess not!'/><author><name>Bruce Kusch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731098814136131811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xDqkpbnjdw/TbF86tWRnbI/AAAAAAAAACw/TKlN9DWlCtA/s220/BK_pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954384335172625276.post-4322160518956873390</id><published>2009-05-28T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:01:09.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Names at the ballet and reading my mind</title><content type='html'>We recently had the opportunity to attend Kennedy's (our granddaughter) ballet recital.  As we waited for things to begin I was perusing the program and taking note of interesting names.  One of the first names in particular caught my attention:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I turned to Alynda&lt;/span&gt; and said, "Look at this name...if this young lady had red hair, and ever got lost..." Before I could finish my sentence she said, "it would be the hunt for red October!"  I guess that is a sign of how long we've been married.  Alynda can figure out my sick humor before I even utter it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2954384335172625276-4322160518956873390?l=punsbybruce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/feeds/4322160518956873390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/05/names-at-ballet-and-reading-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/4322160518956873390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/4322160518956873390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/05/names-at-ballet-and-reading-my-mind.html' title='Names at the ballet and reading my mind'/><author><name>Bruce Kusch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731098814136131811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xDqkpbnjdw/TbF86tWRnbI/AAAAAAAAACw/TKlN9DWlCtA/s220/BK_pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954384335172625276.post-8853837664068310841</id><published>2009-05-10T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:06:14.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>So, I am Jen...Bruce's daughter. I told him he needed to make this blog so the rest of us could enjoy a chuckle or a groan on a regular basis, because let's face it...Dad is funny, or should I say "punny?" So, enjoy the musings of Bruce, and be sure and stop by often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2954384335172625276-8853837664068310841?l=punsbybruce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/feeds/8853837664068310841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/8853837664068310841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/8853837664068310841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Bruce Kusch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731098814136131811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xDqkpbnjdw/TbF86tWRnbI/AAAAAAAAACw/TKlN9DWlCtA/s220/BK_pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954384335172625276.post-7848467591304394592</id><published>2009-05-10T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:56:05.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Pun</title><content type='html'>You may have noticed that McDonald's is putting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McCafes&lt;/span&gt; in their restaurants - coffee bars selling drinks similar to Starbucks.  Mickey D's is attempting to compete with Starbucks in the coffee biz in a big way.  I have a little ABC News video clip I use in my business strategy class that prompts some interesting discussion on McDonalds' competitive efforts.  One of the questions I ask is, "OK, what should McDonald's do to make certain they are successful?"  In class, on the day we were discussing this one student said, "I think McDonald's should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acquire&lt;/span&gt; all of the other coffee companies, so there are no more competitors besides Starbucks."  I said, "So, if they really did that, would they be considered &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;McQuisitions&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2954384335172625276-7848467591304394592?l=punsbybruce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/feeds/7848467591304394592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/05/retro-pun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/7848467591304394592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/7848467591304394592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/05/retro-pun.html' title='Retro Pun'/><author><name>Bruce Kusch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731098814136131811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xDqkpbnjdw/TbF86tWRnbI/AAAAAAAAACw/TKlN9DWlCtA/s220/BK_pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954384335172625276.post-4321222095733162675</id><published>2009-05-10T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:44:02.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce's Pun O' The Day</title><content type='html'>Today I was visiting with my daughter and son-in-law and we were reminiscing about last week's pun.  My son-in-law mentioned that I should write a book about puns.  To which I replied, without hesitation, "We'll call it 'Once &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Upun &lt;/span&gt;a Time!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2954384335172625276-4321222095733162675?l=punsbybruce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/feeds/4321222095733162675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/05/bruces-pun-o-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/4321222095733162675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2954384335172625276/posts/default/4321222095733162675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punsbybruce.blogspot.com/2009/05/bruces-pun-o-day.html' title='Bruce&apos;s Pun O&apos; The Day'/><author><name>Bruce Kusch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731098814136131811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xDqkpbnjdw/TbF86tWRnbI/AAAAAAAAACw/TKlN9DWlCtA/s220/BK_pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
