Perhaps it was jus a bad dream.
So there we were, in a bar in Tulsa singing Carrie Underwood songs. You know, singing Carrie Okie? A good pun is like a slap in the brain that tickles, sort of. I saw a performance once where a guy sang songs composed of the names of hurricanes. Singing the blews I suppose. Hey, how was I to know it would blow? Concocting puns on the fly is always edgy. You’re bound to cross the line every now and then and for me that’s good since I usually spend my time on the side of the line frequented by bad... Sign in to see full entry.