Punning destroyed me
When I was a little Sinner, aged 11 at secondary school I managed to make myself a small group of friends - woohoo thinks I. Then however, I discovered the world of puns. I personally thought they were hilarious and being of above average intelligence, good at English, creative at thinking and very easily amused I took to them straight away. I found them absolutely hilarious.

The problem was, I became addicted, I had very little to add to my friends' conservations so they only time I spoke was to pun. Soon, I was left without friends, to try and survive secondary school alone.

When I arrived at college, I learnt to keep my puns in check, only letting them out if I felt they truly were hilarious works of genius.

My poor parents and boyfriend have to suffer puns when I see them, but that's only every few weeks (I'm away at uni and my boyfriend is at a different one).

On the phone to my boyfriend today:
me "I cut my thumb washing up, it's really deep and horrible"
him "you didn't cut anything important did you? Once my mum cut a nerve in her finger and had to go to hospital. I was surprised how calm she was"
me "I guess she didn't have the nerve to make a fuss"
(deadly_sinners, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 21:17, Reply)