This boastful pun game is so odd, I can’t even.

Thursday! Game day! My brother-in-law Bill Herreid came up with this game of boastful puns  or punful boasts. Either way, you’ve been warned.

Here are Bill’s punny boasts:

I’m so hip your grandfather broke me.
I’m so quality, I’m just an accident of something’s essence.
I’m so classy, half the freshmen dropped me.
I’m so out of sight Berkley thinks I don’t exist.
I excel so much, I have a spreadsheet of the birthmarks on my left big toe.
I’m so incredible, you can’t even believe this statement.
I’m so macho I’m covered in cheese.
I’m so complex Oedipus’ mom wants to marry me.

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My brother Joey:

I’m so strong, you can smell me from a mile away!

 I’m so mean, there are as many people meaner than me as there are people less mean than me!
 I’m so rich that if you ate me you’d get gout.
 I’m so fine I’d fall through a mosquito net.
I’m so fit I’ve got apoplexy!
I’m such a stud you’ll forget to find me when hanging a picture.
I’m so butch, I’ve got blood all over me and my hands smell like sausages.
I’m so tough that when people order me, they say “Well done.”

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Fr. Denis Lemieux (not technically a relative, to our sorrow):

I’m so dope I’m still illegal in Colorado.
I’m so ill I can’t get out of bed.
I’m so legit I am actually really, really boring.

 

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My sister Abby Tardiff:

I’m so articulate even my little toes have three joints.

 I’m so rad I have 101 ergs per gram.
I’ve got so much swag that I sleep until noon because the sun can’t shine through my windows.
I’m so smooth that physics textbooks use me when they want to ignore friction.***

My brother Izzy:

I’m so real I don’t include √(-1).
I’m so loaded I’m about to go off.
I’m so jacked I was reported by OSHA.
I’m so interesting the problem is compounding.
I’m so humorous they had to bleed me.
I’m so buff I shimmer.

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And my contributions:

I’m so cutting edge that, ever since we met, you’re better by half.

 I’m so fly, I’m being eaten by a spider as we speak.
I’m so random, lemur chandelier towards;
I’m so flush with cash, I found a dead goldfish in my wallet.
 I’m so sincere, you can’t hold a candle to me.
***In the words of Mark Shea: I’M NOT SORRY! I’M NOT SORRY!
All right, you terrible people who should be working.  Lay it on me. I’m soliciting your comments so shamelessly, I got picked up by the vice squad.
 Photo of Oedipus By Albert Greiner sr. & jr., CC BY-SA 3.0, 
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