Pun Intended is Over

Hi, this is Bamboo Forest.

Me and FlyingLlamaFish are 2,000 feet below the earth’s crust in a secret installation.

We’re hiding. From what, I shall never say.

By this time tomorrow, you’ll land on Pun Intended and all you’ll see are ads for used shoes.

In other words, Pun Intended is over.

I want to thank all 26,000 subscribers who’ve stuck by us since day one.

We thank you.

But alas, all good things must come to an end. Excuse me… all GREAT things must come to an end, and Pun Intended’s no exception.

We’re moving onto bigger and better things.

To where and why, my brother will explain.

Flying LlamaFish, the mic is yours:

A wise man once said, “They don’t play Alf reruns in Hell.”

That man was me.

Now, onto the issue at hand…

After much deliberation, Bamboo and I have decided to join a cult. I’m bound to secrecy, but the cult leader, let’s call him Ezekiel, has promised us an eternity of bliss.

In just a few hours, we shall depart for the Himalayas in our Lear jet. From there, we’ll gloriously ride on a comet into the sunset. We’ll zoom past Neptune and skate on Saturn’s rings.

Sigh… Our bodies may crumble but our souls shall conquer.

Fear not my fans… for I shall live on in your souls. Anytime you put on a finger trap, I’ll be there. Anytime you eat your goat cheese lasagna with a spork, I’ll be there. Anytime you change the channel when a Nicholas Cage flick comes on, I’ll be there.

Pun Intended is over. Much like our despair, Pun Intended is dead.