Christmas pun

Jan 13, 2020

Why do puns in my brain insist on being told? Like this one?

There’s a condition called Witzelsucht, which I learned of here that might be a clue.

But I don’t think I’ve got it.

I don’t have to tell jokes all the time. But I do have to repeat a good pun, at least once before it lets me rest.

Like the one that follows.

I’m tired of fighting.

My Christmas gift

This year for Christmas, Bobbi gave me a bunch of pairs of socks.

I thought that was pretty odd. And then I remembered.

She’d asked me several months before, “What could I give you for Christmas?”

I answered her, but she must have misheard me and thought I’d said: “I’d like more socks.”

OK, that’s out of my system.

The whole story is made up—except for actually getting the socks.

Now, back to our regular programming.