Now you must know, at the dinner table my family members are a bunch of punsters. We throw attempted wittiness back and forth like a hot potatoe, every phrase uttered heard as intended and then heard again as a disjointed sequence of words to analyze and put back together with a different meaning, a process from which some sort of hilarity generally ensues. My father is king of this game, and has constructing “bad jokes” (which are really quite funny, which would make them good jokes, wouldn’t it) down to an art.

Sometimes puns are intentional, and sometimes we stumble upon them, the latter generally being the much funnier case.

One night, I brought up the subject of public pie-ings. Perhaps you remember a while back when Bill Gates had a cream pie thrown in his face, or perhaps you’ve even seen the video. Anyway we talked about that for a while, and then my middle brother, Aaron, said something to the effect of “I wonder if anyone’s ever tried to do a public pants-ing”. I immediately replied to this, without thinking, “that would be a bit harder to pull off”, and only then did I realize what I’d said, and of course so did everyone else, and there you have it.