What is it about fatherhood that transforms a man from a normal human being into a compulsive, shameless, lethal pun machine?

It must be genetic, as it seems to be passed down from generation to generation - a disease that lies dormant until offspring have been sprung, then rears its ugly head to the detriment of those within earshot.

Case in point:

“I need bins. We have all this stuff just thrown in the closet. I need bins to put it in.”

“Well, you can’t get too many.”

“Why not?”

“It wouldn’t be patriotic.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, if we have too many bins, then that makes us bin laden.”

(blink, blink)

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