My dad is one to pun. To a crippling, nauseating, excessive extent, he can turn the most basic, boring conversation into an opportunity to make a horrible pun. As a young kid, when I would ask him if he would please make me a grilled cheese sandwich, he would say, “Poof! You’re a grilled cheese sandwich.” At that point I would either throw something at him or leave the room. There are too many opportunities within the English language for predatory punsters. When I hear the words Continue reading →