Ok then...how about this...?

I think this is a bit obvious...so for shits and giggles I will leave out the punchline… for you to work out...

Also, I had to go quite far back to find one I hadn’t already done a pun for! (clue)

And, it’s also kind of related on subject matter to the last shit pun post I did on this current QotW…

Here goes - set your faces to 'Spang':

Maybe it's not his fault that Richard Branson is such an utter cock-head...

After another failed Ballooning attempt (This time to fly to Jupiter and back, and they made it as far as Norwich), Richard ‘Beardy Weirdy’ Branson and his Colleague Per Lindstrom decided to go to the pub and discuss why they insist on continuing pathetic publicity stunts and pointless acts of throwing flipping great wadges of cash at pointless exercises that always go tits up.

“I’ve got a theory” explained Per. “I think there is something biologically borked with us both”

“What do you mean?” Queried the richer-than-God-but-totally-useless spunk trumpet.

“Well, I’ve noticed it in my children” continued Per. “I have two kids, one of each. My daughter Rosemary keeps her feet firmly on the ground and hates being up in the air, But Alfonse, my son, is constantly trying to fly…to get higher and higher in the sky. I’ve done some research and discovered differences deep in their molecular structure”

“Well, fuck my arse with a B&Q Wheelbarrow” Quothe Branson “So you think that you and I have the same genetic make-up as your boy...and that’s why we’re constantly twunting about in hot air ballons?”

“That is EXACTLY what I fucking well think!” Replied Per. “And what’s more, some scientist friends of mine have done some tests on Rosemary and have isolated the unique code. We’ve called it the ‘Per’s-daughter-Rose ‘Low’ Gene. Of course, my lad’s condition is the exact polar opposite…I just don’t know what to call it…”

Branson piped up:”What about the…”


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Over to you…
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