Posts Tagged ‘humor’

A Woman’s Poem

Sunday, February 20th, 2011

Okay, it’s been 8,000,000 years since I posted anything, and I have all these old jokes sitting in my in box, so I thought I’d torture you with them.


A WOMAN’S POEM:

Before I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a man who’s not a creep,

One who’s handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,

One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he’s rich and self-employed,

And when I spend, won’t be annoyed.

Pull out my chair and hold my hand.

Massage my feet and help me stand.

Oh send a king to make me queen.

A man who loves to cook and clean.

I pray this man will love no other.

And relish visits with my mother.

==X==

A MAN’S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with

big boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,

and loves to send me fishing and drinking.

This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.

Wah, wah, wah…

Monday, June 14th, 2010

Just a quick update. You know, when your wife has had a heart transplant and three bouts with cancer, you feel silly when you whine about a cold or a hangnail. Which I do. Now, a sucking chest wound, I might just ask for a band-aid. It’s a guy thing…

So, take that into context, that I’m not whining here, just explaining why I haven’t posted anything in a while. I seem to have a case of…something. It’s arthritis, but it’s really aggressive and it’s getting worse, and just to be annoying, it seems to have come with a palsy. So it’s been kind of painful to type. Yeah, yeah, I’ve finally relented and have an appointment with an orthopedist for a start.

Walking with two steel braces on your knees, another brace on your ankle, two arthritis compression gloves on your hands covered by two wrist braces is really a pain in the ass. Which I haven’t managed to contract so far, thank god.  I have employees who are perfectly capable of being pain in the asses without any help. Back and neck seems just fine though. And I have my lovely cane collection. For your edification, contemporary sword canes are pretty useless. You have to unscrew the handle to withdraw the cane. Try doing that in a tight spot. “Uh, hang on… Give me a second…”

Fortunately, this is as pretty as I’m going to get. :)

Cane FuFunniest thing I’ve seen is versions of “Cane Fu.” That’s where someone uses a cane as a defensive weapon in a version of martial arts. Listen, if you actually have to use a cane for support, I have this mental picture of trying to kick someone’s ass, and falling down. “Could you help me up? I’m trying to kick your ass here. Or at least bend down so I can hit you with this damn thing.”

So like I said, not whining, just making stupid excuses as to my absence from anything that requires a lot of typing.

Now excuse me while I go work out on a punching bag from my Lazy-Boy. Would you mind pushing that thing over here for me?

Hello,my name is andy!

Saturday, February 27th, 2010

Okay, we all hate spam, but sometimes, we get bright shining jewels like this one.

*** Warning: The following quote may make your head explode. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. ***

“Hello,my name is andy! i come from Los Angeles!After reading your this forum, I thought your forum is great! I am very like your forum and I am very interested in the field of this forum thread. I hope also wrote some thread in this forum, if you have time, welcome to make friends Whit me, I am very appreciated that you can share your idea with me. Acturally, I am still a student, and I am bury myself in health study. This forum is very useful for me .I just bookmarked it! i love life and people and drugs and music! surely we’ll have something in common.
my home accont money
welcome Review.”

God, why couldn’t I have gone to that college? I actually might’ve been an A student. Imagine…he buries himself in health study. He could be your doctor someday.

Dr. Hello my name is andy!

Hello,my name is andy!

Happy International Pipe-Smoking Day!

Saturday, February 20th, 2010

It’s IPSD! I asked for it off from work as a religious holiday, but they wouldn’t let me celebrate it, so I’m filing an EEO.

Anyway, in the meantime, I just wanted to fabricate some nonsense about IPSD.

IPSD was established when Stonehenge was finished, and all the Druids went to the local pub, got sloshed, and decided to make it a holiday. In an effort to include this pagan holiday, Caesar commissioned Leonardo Da Vinci to do a painting of the establishment of this memorable event. Unfortunately, Leo had also been hanging out at the local pub, got sloshed, and painted “The Last Supper” instead. Caesar had him drawn and quartered. He figured Santa had a pipe, that would have to do.

During Pipe Prohibition, people would go into bootleg pipe saloons and smoke homemade tobacco out of bathtubs filled with gin. This led to the Great Chicago Fire, when Mrs. O’Leary’s cow ignored the “Do not dump hot ashes” sign. While sloshed.

Today, we celebrate by battling a 775% tax increase on tobacco. In a scene reminiscent of the Boston Tea Party, we plan a secret (well, not so secret now) mission to throw our legislators into Puget Sound. Any anti-pipe-smoking activist is being labeled a “terrorist.”

So now, I leave you with the actual words from Oscar Wilde, ““Keep pipe-smoking in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of pipe-smoking and being smokey brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.” (Not many people know it, but Oscar Wilde wrote “Alice in Meerschaum-land,” much to the indignity of Lewis Carrol, who promptly sued him for plagarism…a tradition that this blog celebrates to this day.)

Arf.

Pipe-smoking dog

Bookstore

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

Okay, tacky, politically incorrect, but I still love it.

Confucius say,

“If you are in a book store and cannot find

the book for which you search, you are obviously in the…..

Wong Fook Hing Book Store