"McClughan Memorial Most Viable Punster Award" (mmMVP)

Greeting everyone from a prominent perch on the stage at the 2003
O.Henry Pun-Off will be our new "George McClughan effigy." As the
perennial "sore thumb" of the event, he would have wanted to be there
to stick it out one more year. George was always looking over
everyone's shoulder and riding their collective asses. This year will
be no different as he is doubtless now residing somewhere out there
in the "ether," he will be soarly mist.

This new "scare crow" is sporting two of George's actual shirts, The
floral print is his "lucky" Pun-Off shirt which he wore at every P.O.
event he ever attended (nearly all 25) and the "Just Say MOE" shirt
was one of his favorites that he often wore on our TV show, PUN ZONE.
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The McClughan Memorial Most Viable Punster Award - MM...Good!

In 2001 we instituted a new award, enigmatically known as the "MVP
Trophy." Only those contestants competing in the Pun-Off were allowed
to vote for one of their own, as the "most viable punster" of the
contest. As the idea of this award was the brainchild of the late
George McClughan, the third annual presentation of this award is
being re-named in his honor as the "McClughan Memorial Most Viable
Punster Award" (mmMVP) in recognition of his many years of passionate
devotion and service to the Annual O.Henry Pun-Off World
Championships.

This routine by the late George W. McClughan, Jr. won Punniest of show:

A wedding was to take place on the foot of the largest snowman in the rancid lake that doubled as a region, who resided in a pig sty and was owned by large moldy mice and equally moldy small horses.
Those to be wed were a flatulent breathed sheep with an allergy and an equally flatulent breathed larva, who's breath was so bad that when he breathed on his two adored doves they died.
Those attending the wedding had been deathly but were almost well now, and were bathing in this rancid lake along with everyone else during the ceremony.
A dog wearing a lice infested boutineer was presiding over this double leather ring which went like this:
These two became flatulent breathed by continually meetingand standing waist high in this rancid lake until their rear ends closed up forcing the gases up through their bodies and out their mouths.
Nearly recovered we are lathered here in the stys of hogs
to join this lamb and vermin in the ponds of moldy rats
and ponies. This is a putrid pond, only to be entured
into slightly.
Do you vermin take this lamb to endure awful headed strife, two halves in mold from this bay forwards ill breath due to fart?
"I chew," said the vermin sheepishly.
And do you lamb take this vermin for your powerful dreaded bug scum, two doves adored but parished from ill breath due to fart?
"Achoooo," sneezed the sheep.
What dog has joined in leather, the snowman's foot is under, so by the flower infested on me, I now announce your lamb has lice.