Sounds like tre's trouble bruin.

Good one pixi. Maybe he will end up lobernating instead of hi.

At first there'll be one bearnating. But it might end up threebearnators by next spring.

Generally, the male bears do not stay with the female and her cubs. In actuality, the mother often has to protect the cubs from any male intruding into her territory.

You're right, vmarie. That's why she'd be one-bearnating in winter and in spring (supposing she had 2 cubs) threebearnating.

I was responding to the Parson's quip about "tossing and turning." Hugs.

Hugs to you vmarie. Have a very bearable day.

Now I'M em-BEAR-assed that I can't think of any more puns.

Paw you.

Wow. I didn't believe you really ran out of material. I thought maybe there would be an exclusion claws or something.
You know not every quip has to be a home run. Sometimes you need to pun-t.

I seldom run out of puns unless I am real tired, not just re-tired:

I tried to sign up to a new website the other day. For my password, I used the BEEFSTEW. They said it isn't stroganoff.

6:30 is the best time on a clock, hands-down.

I dropped my IPhone in the bathtub. Now it's syncing.

A conversdation between two melons went like this: Honeydew you want to get married. The reply was: I canteloupe.

I knew you just needed a bit of winding. You're off and running now--hands down terrific just like your clock! Funny how a digital clock lacks digits. Some day kids may not know how to tell time on a "convent-ional" clock. Nun of them will know how.
They will have been LED to believe it unnecessary.
Your puns remind me of the knock knock jokes.....Cantalope one anyway...Cantelope tonight 'cause my father's got the ladder was the answer.

A ladder would have been a great way to have rung in the new year.
I would have fingered they could have found a way to put them on digital clocks.
I noticed it got real quiet when the cannibal chef offered finger-foods at the party,

I heard he cooked a professor who was a-stewed...
pass me the belly button, please. He was an outie and it looks so cute floating around in the gravy. Sort of like a stuffed olive.
He'd hoped to leave behind a whole body of work (the professor that is) but I can safely say at least it will be fully ingested.

I find all that hard to swallow. Why didn't they donate his organs, and I don't mean to the diners. Better to be a donor than a diner at that meal.

Well these cannibals were enlightened enough to donate his brain to science. They never liked his views and didn't want to end up unduly influenced.
His heart, however, was considered worth the effort of preparation. All at the feast are hoping it will strengthen theirs to live a long life. (It was served with the finger food and vastly preferred. Apparently the professor was also a pick pocket and nobody wanted to end up that way.)
They could have had a huge haul of cash if they'd sold his body parts but opted for "spiritual" growth instead (tribal fashion of course. Not anything we could view as spiritual.)
I spent some years studying (on my own) the religion of the Borneo head hunters who were NOT cannibals, to try to understand how they came to such a strange religion. Never did find how it originated. The natives of the next big island, New Guinea, are. Didn't study them. Mad cow disease beccame an epidemic among the female cannibals--this is the truth. Apparently humans were consumed because of a shortage of other protein to be had. Only those who were ill were given to the females. Turns out the sick ones had died of mad cow disease and the eating of the brain passed it on to the women.
I guess I have strange appetites when it comes to brain food. I can blame it on my fourth grade teacher who did neat stuff like cut the heart from a living frog to show us how it would keep beating.
I'm sure in this day and age that would have done more than keep him from being rehired.

I saw a cartoon once of a cow on a couch and the psychiatrist telling the cow: "You're not mad. You just have issues." Yes, I know Mad Cow disease is no laughing matter.