Shades of Mary Poppins

I happen to like atrocious puns. In this regard, Bennet Cerf is my hero. Here is a pun from an unknown source which I liked in part because it reminded me of the last point in my personal blurb in the sidebar of this blog. Here goes...

"Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him (oh, man, this is so bad, it's good)... a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis."

Ba-da-boom! No complaints will be entertained.