After ten plus years with Mr. B (unapologetically awful and relentless punster that he is), I've developed (or perhaps just honed) some formidable pun/wordplay defense. As in, puns often don't sink into my thick, thick skull. For hours, or even days.

My defenses are not impenetrable, and so I do eventually wind up holding my head in pain when I finally get it. And I've even on occasion been able to make B cringe, only because I've thought up puns so badass/stupid he's jealous he didn't think of them himself.

However, sometimes I really out-do myself. ( NPR )

( Was Not Was ) I fear myself.