The HareHunter in his natural habitat, has earned the infamous title of PunMeister. This imprimature has been given on behalf of his ability to see puns in practically anything he sees or hears. His claim that this particular peculiarity was passed from his paternal parent is entirely plausible.
A prime example of the paternal wit is this:
He had made a long distance phone call just share that little gem with me. This is one remembery I will never be able to forget.
I have heard it said that puns could well be be called, Verbal Flatulence. It is just as quick to empty a conference room with one bad pun, as with the other kind of flatulence.