Vegetable Puns Novels & Stories

"Strawberry." "What?" I asked as I blinked in surprise. He huffed. "Continue the fruit pattern." "Uhm, orange?" I asked, confused. "Apple." "Grape." "Banana." "Mango." "Tomato." I laughed. "Tomatoes aren't fruit." He laughed too. "Well, they aren't really vegetables either." We both laughed for a moment and a wide, genuine smile plastered itself on my face. "Do you feel better now?" he asked, his voice soft.

he said, his voice brimming with mischief. **** "Okay, it's something hairy at the beginning and smooth in the middle... a Barbie head?" I guessed, my blindfold firmly in place. Abhi snorted, clearly trying to hold back laughter. "Ava, you do realize it's a vegetable, right?" "What? That's exactly what it feels like—a tiny head!" I exclaimed, pulling the blindfold off. My eyes landed on the culprit. "What? A beetroot shouldn't feel like that!" I protested, and he laughed outright.

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

"Shut up! " "Everything you said was connected to having ill fortune!" exclaimed Eric. "Recently, I've been trying to increase the amount of vegetables that I consume. If you increase the amount of vegetables in my diet, there is no way that I will become ill again. You're talking nonsense here. Why don't you get yourself a glass of aloe vera juice at the bar downstairs and bring it up here for me? "

He's about to loose it. "I'm last. Banana right? Fine, just don't laugh. You must be a banana, 'cause I find you very A-PEELING?" I said rather in question since I wasn't sure if my joke was funny or not. But surprisingly, they all laughed. That's a relief. "Oh, this one. It's an Olive. OLIVE you so much that it hurts! HAHAHA!" Ione remembered. "That's nothing, listen to mine. You make my heart skip BEET! HAHAHA! The vegetable! Burned!" Harry said.

Why did it taste like a bitter leaf? The rest were relatively normal except for their strange look and sizes. Supposed tiny veggies on earth were huge like the mushroom that was nearly the size of a shrub and could carry Paws as he leaped up and down on it like it was a trampoline; then some supposedly large ones were small instead like the pumpkin, cabbage, and bell peppers, and some other strange ones Dina couldn’t recognize. Lastly, were the excessively huge ones that were just too damn big.

"There is every shape vegetable on the planet in there. One of them will surely do." No. I did not hear him correctly. I looked closer at the box of vegetables. Several were phallic shaped. He wouldn't. Ever so slowly, I turned so I faced him. My hands found one of the vegetables in question. Brack stupidly held his ground. The satisfying thunk when it hit his chest did nothing to alleviate my anger. I chucked the next one at his face. When he raised his arms to block it, I threw another. "Stop," he said as he backed up a step.

I walked around the bed then sat down next to Noah, with my back against the headboard. "What did the baby corn say to the mama corn?.... Where's popcorn?" Xander said then began laughing. Noah just sat there looking at him, still gripping the blanket tight. "What vegetable is cool, but not that cool?.... Ｒadish! Get it, Ｒadish... like it's rad... Ish! " Xander said as he began laughing again. I chuckled when Noah raised an eyebrow at him. "What did one plate whisper to the other plate?.... Dinner is on me!"

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

I think he had enough vegetables to feed at least ten people chopped up. “Vegetables are supposed to be good for you, no?” Ren asked, sounding confused. “Ever heard of having too much of a good thing?” I asked back. Ren looked at me and then down at the vegetables on the tray. I sighed loudly. I guess this was partially my fault for not telling him how much to chop up. “I think you’ve got enough vegetables there to feed a mini army…” I said as I pointed to the pile of chopped vegetables. “Oh…” Ren murmured as he began to get my point.