Mainely good to ME

It was a little cute at first. All the plays on our state's name. Mainely Property Management. Oh, I get it. That's not bad. It's the other businesses — nay, it's the volume of Maine businesses that abuse our state's name that have me trying to use the word "primarily" more often.

I am deadly serious.
The problem is that we, the good people of the state of Maine, like to beat a good pun to death. Quite literally, in the case of Mainely Urns. No, I'm not kidding and yes, I'm sure those related to the recently dead will see the humor in it. It's punny!!


Believe it or not, this joke gets old. After a while, you start to retort when you see a business name. Like Mainely Wireless. "Oh really?" you'll mumble as you drive by. "What's your secondary business function, frying chalupas?"

Don't get me started on Mainely Rat Rescue. My web browser at work won't let me open that website. That's probably for the best.

Mainely Maine seafood (Mormon Lobsters, they ship overnight)? Are you even trying?

Those are the dainty hands of The Wife in the background.
A few of us are trying. I'll go ahead and lump this blog in with those that are trying. mesofun. Get it? Huh? Our postal abbreviation and ... never mind. Fortunately, there's a few businesses out there getting it right. I hope to compile a list of them at some point for your reading pleasure. Today is not that day. I present two: 1. Curl Up & Dye in Old Orchard Beach, just down the road. 2. Kamasouptra, the best damn soup in town. Slogan: Steamy. Hot. Soup. Sold.

Primarily, I just wanted to tell you about Kamasouptra. So soup me.

Comments

  1. JillMarch 25, 2011 at 7:05 AM

    Soup! And I hate stupid puns. 12-2-1.

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  2. BobMarch 25, 2011 at 7:55 AM

    All in all, I prefer the Mainely puns to such Utah/Mormon name puns as:
    --The Tavernacle (local bar)
    --Celestial Cleaners
    --Polygamy Ale
    --Joe & the Prophets (a now-defunct local rock band)
    --The Bishoprick (a notable oblong rock spire in the Escalante area)
    . . . there are, O, so many more.

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  3. JPMarch 25, 2011 at 10:03 AM

    You left out the Beerhive.

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