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20th Century
No More ®, The best style, nothing more
Get then and find: nothing compares to them
Ownered by No More
Submitted by: Piotr Pejter via Engrish Funny Submissions
From a label of a Polish denim pants company called NO MORE
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Wat
Dat
Rat?
Swat?
math?
twat!
shat!
oh STFU already
LOL, my own Engrish submission made it to the site. I feel that I have accomplished something in my life.
Very well done. Just don’t get too big for your britches.
Are you Pole, by the way? Just wondering- if you are, I was going to say I’ve been rooting for your fellow countryman, Robert Kubica, in Formula One racing… It would be nice to have a Polish World Champion for a change, though this year it looks like it’s going to be another Brit.
As much as I would like to have at least one Polish winner during this sport’s season, I seriously doubt that it’s gonna be Kubica. He’s like the Polish volleyball team – there are moments of glory, but they don’t last long enough…
well done.
32 inch pants around a 44 inch butt. Have mercy, please and every one else stand clear.
I undress myself and prohibit it.
That’s all there is, there ain’t no more.
There is always more and it always grows to exceed the limits.
We live in an inflationary universe.
The best style. Nothing more. No quality, no value, no fit, no color, no customers. No wonder the company is No More.
Don’t you like how this sounds arrogant as hell and modest at the same time. Engrish with (un-)intended sophistication.
It’s actually sorta zen in a way.
What is the sound of one jean walking?
What is the sound of Eugene walking?
I’m not sure about Eugene, but Eugenics hardly goes anywhere any more, thank God!
Depends if he’s carrying his axe.
Careful!
What is the sound of a recessive gene walking?
Recessive genes usually walk very quietly!
pwnrd
I saw colonel Mustard get ownered in the kitchen with the candle stick…
Quoth the trousers, “Nevermore!”
WIN.
WIN WIN
WIN WIN WIN
Clearly forgot the magic rule: Keep thighs in order when change the clothes.
I’ll take an order of thighs, with fries.
No tots.
What size thighs with those fries?
This is what happens when you get time fries. >.<
… and time fries when you’re having pun.
AAARGH! Off to Dreadful Pun Hell with you, where you can have your pun and heat it. Go on, you know the way.
Over the river and through the woods,
To Dreadful Pun Hell we go…
Do fries go with that shake?
I do so much like George “Dr. Funkenstein” Clinton!
Bow-wow-wow-yippy-yo-yippy-yay…..
for the love of god.. no more..!!
Thou knowest, of course, that thy protestations doth only dare us to pun on! Thigh will be done!
Puns dearth, and those even leaden.
Give us this day our daily jest
And forgive us our pun messes
As we forgive those who don’t do mess with us.
And lead us not to hesitation
But deliver us some revel
For thine is the wise-crack, the parody, the drollery…
Facetious
Aaaammmeeenn.
Amen, Brother Buck, and outstanding!!! It just needs some sort of pun-dulous title. The Lore Sprayer? The Bored Strayer? The Boards Play Her? A Board Stair? Or we could settle for the puns within, and just call it something like The Punster’s Petition…
Punster Noster.
Pun fodder, printed or spoken.
Profound or painfully lame.
The ignorant still come.
They will be punned on earth and throughout the InnerTubes.
Give us this day a phrase for lampooning
And forgive us for hitting the target, and harpooning the soul.
Lead us not to torture the undefended innocent.
And deliver us The response for the fully armed and deserving
For thine is the insight to the double entendre, poor phrase construction, bad translation,
Dangling modifiers without end.
Amen
I thought maybe “The Lol’s Prayer”….
Pun fodder, printed or spoken.
Profound or painfully lame.
Give us this day a phrase for lampooning
And forgive us for hitting the target, and harpooning the soul.
Lead us not to torture the undefended innocent.
And deliver us The response for the fully armed and deserving
For thine is the insight to the double entendre, the bad translation,
Dangling modifiers without end.
Amen
Your god might forgive. I don’t. *clonk*
It must be another of the Edgar Allan Poe range of Jeans – “Never More”
Or by someone tired of being embarrassed in public by their spouse’s farting…NO MORE!!!