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THE WONDERFUL THING ABOUT TIGGERS ...




. . . is Tiggers don't tell any puns? šŸ˜ If my brother "T" was any fictional character, he'd definitely be Tigger. But whereas Tigger cracks us up with spoonerisms, "T" both entertains and tortures us with his puns. It's a good thing he isn't evil, or he'd probably end up as a James Bond villain. His wife thinks he's funny, but their daughters (ages five and three) tell him to stop. šŸ˜† After "T's" latest pun in our sibling Facebook Messenger threadā€”which, as usual, drew a bunch of šŸ¤¦šŸ»ā€ā™‚ļø emojis from my other brother, "Z"ā€”I started wondering what the deal is with puns. Why do they get such a bad rap? We seem to think they're clever in, say, Shakespeare. So why do we both laugh and groan at them now? So I did what any self-respecting Millennial would do. I Googled it. And I found this entertaining article. (I lost it when I got toĀ "(help)." Oh, gracious. šŸ¤£) Happy Friday! Write on, Candice P.S. Have you checked out my brand-new book yet? What do you think I should write next? Let me know in the comments. (Thanks to Rian Adi for sharing their work on Unsplash.)

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