Everyone hates them. I mean, they’re like squirrels. Seeing one every now and then is fine, but after that, they start biting and you get rabies. I should stop, even though I always say I’ll stop and I never do. Puns, and stupid things that don’t mean anything. Maybe I’ll just talk less. Nope, that’s no good either, then I fade into obscurity like Eiffel 65 after “Blue - da ba dee.”

But puns are right out!