Saturday, December 29, 2007

New Year Resolutions....for you.

1. Tighten up those thighs a bit.

2. A bit more.

3. Just a tad more...

4. Make up a new word to replace retard

5. Make up jive about Hillary Clinton

6. Help make the word jive popular again.

7. Use italics in the wrong way

8. Nothing for #8

9. Nickname your best pal Hoagy, cause confusion on the blogs.

10. Make up a Popeye/Bhutto joke.

11. Convince my Wifey to make those little swiss cheese/bacon thingies for me more often.

12. Get a potato. Get a masher.

13. Stab people that say: I Heart Huckabee

14. Stab people that love Huckabee

15. Make up a story involving Huckabee Finn

16. Read fewer blogs, work on thighs a bit more.

17. What did I just say?

18. You're only jiving yourself.

19. Make me cookies. Sugar cookies.

20. Write to Kentucky Fried Chicken....demand Popcorn Skin

21. Stab people that say "My resolution is not to make resoulutions."

22. Stab people that comment on people that say "My resolution is not to make resolutions."

23. Crap. ::holds bloodied belly:: Take me to doctor.

24. Watch New Years Rockin' Eve without commenting on how retar....I mean, how old Dick Clark sounds.

25. What if the Beatles sang about resolutions?

a) Resolution 9

Ahhhh fergit on those thighs some more.

Friday, December 28, 2007

99 bottles of beer on the wall...

99 bottles of beer, ya take one down and pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.

(It's called phoning it in.)

Thursday, December 27, 2007

John Kerry: Leader

Yes, I voted for Bush. Against Gore was a no-brainer and so was voting Bush against Kerry.

Or so I thought.

Seems this week John Kerry showed the world what a leader he would have been. You see, this Saturday the New England Patriots are playing their final regular season game of the year and have a chance to go undefeated.

But the local channel 5 has an exclusive to show the game in this area thus preventing fans in parts of New England from seeing this historic game.

But our retar...I mean our esteemed Junior Senator from Massachusetts, John Kerry, threatened (THREATENED!) the National Football League with something if they didn't allow all the fans of New England the opportunity to watch this game. And now channels 4, 5 , and 7 will ALL be showing the same game (reducing channel 5's ad revenue BIGTIME)

And it clearly says in the Constituition that 'No man should have to miss a game if a retar..., I mean...if a Junior Senator can throw a hissy fit.'

So to sum up:

John Kerry is a big fat ugly crybaby loser that likes to throw his weight around on issues he has no business being a part of.

PS to John Kerry:
I hope your cable goes out on Saturday.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

For Cousin Saul

He hates the Beatles game. So we're gonna do one just for him. Lots and lots of them. Just for him. In fact....this thread might just stay here until after Christmas.


1. All My Given

2. Can't Buy Me Gloves

3. Rock 'em Sock 'em Raccoons

4. Fixing a Noel

5. Happiness is a Warm ThrushBuster Gun

6. I Am The Hungry Hungry Hippo

7. Hey Food

8. Twister and Shout

9. Yellow Corgi Submarine

10. The Long and Winding Road to Nana's House (why do we even have to go??)

11. I Wanna Hold Your Hands Down

12. All Things Must Pass Go, All Things Must Collect $200.00

13. Mean Mr. Colonel Mustard, in the Dining Room, with the Candle Stick.

Merry Christmas

Thursday, December 20, 2007

My Shower With Cthulhu

So I'm standing in the shower this morning, steam filling the room, soap and shampoo everywhere, when all of a sudden Cthulhu GRABS my leg and wraps his slimey tentacles around me.

He's cold and creepy and trying to suck out my soul.

I hate him. I fear him.

He visits me most mornings and he gives me the creeps. I finish the shower and start my day knowing that the process of Cthulhu sucking my soul will continue for years and years.

Unless of course Wifey finally buys (and has installed) the frosted glass shower door I so much need and want.

Point of the story?

I don't like shower curtains.

Sunday, December 16, 2007


The other day Ike Turner died and our Lovely Cake posted a link to a NY newspaper that had the classic headline: IKE 'BEATS' TINA TO DEATH. Probably the best celebrity death headline ever.


We're gonna try our own....though they won't be as good.

TYSON TKOD'ed (Mike Tyson dies off overdose)

DION AND THE (Loose) BELL-MOUNTS (Celine Dion dies when church bell falls and crushes her skull)

See how fun this is?


Ya got any?

Friday, December 14, 2007

I dreamed about almost having an accident during the long commute home.

As you might know I have a 45 second rule when it comes to someone telling me about their dream. After 45 seconds I'm no longer listening.

I also have a 45 second rule about telling me about an accident you almost had. Almosts don't count. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

And after last night's HORRIBLE commute for everyone in the Boston area I've decided bad commute stories now only get the 45 seconds. Sorry, thems my rules.

So anyhow, here is what I did on my horrible commute home last night.

I drove real, real slow cuz traffic was moving real, real slow. And once I realized it was gonna be a slow, slow commute I opened up my windows and just started smiling and waving at folks for no real reason. And then I found a cigar in my car and lighted that baby up (if I was gonna wave and smile at folk, I was at least gonna look cool doing so)

And then Hoag started texting me, and family would call, and then I'd call someone, and then I'd wave and smile some more. And take some puffs off of Joey Cohiba (the cigar, not a guy)

The point of the story?

I can go more than 45 seconds when telling my commute, near accident, or dream stories. You can't.

And what normally takes me 37 minutes to drive took me over three hours (took my brother 5 and 1/2)

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

R.I.P. Ike Turner, you son of a bitch wife beaten prick.

You will be missed.

::punches Ike in face::

The Annual I AINT NO OPRAH Christmas Party

It's tonight!

The Annual I AINT NO OPRAH Christmas Party is tonight! The usual place and the usual people.

If you were invited last year consider yourself invited this year!*

It's gonna be a hootinanny!

* if you weren't invited last year, well, a freshly baked plate of cookies wouldn't hurt.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

My theory on Einstein's relative Eddie

(I love the I'm forced to make a stinkin' blog about it. Wish me luck)

Seems Eddie was a devout Catholic and was always helping out at the church. Especially on Sunday. Eddie was not one of the 'cool cats'.

And Eddie was forgetful and after the service he always seemed to forget to turn the lights and heat off.

So to sum up:

Eddie=waste+ energy at mass (what a square!)

Monday, December 10, 2007

Do You Dream In Chocolate?

That's been the tag line on a new commercial lately. And well, yes, I do dream in chocolate.

I'm not trying to be funny. I dream of chocolate fairly often. I have no idea what it means. Nor do I care. I'm dreamin' about chocolate.

So anyhow, the other night I'm at Boston Market getting some dinner (turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, fresh green beans, and corn bread) and I notice all of the employees are wearing shirts with the Boston Market logo on them. They look pretty nice. Professional.

So the worker gal at the counter turns around and on the back of her company shirt it says:


And I just looked at her.

What kinda retard would dream about spinach? Other than Popeye?

All the foods in the world and this broad is dreaming about spinach?? She might dream about spinach, but from the looks of her, she doesn't eat a lot of it. She looked like a chocolate eater. A lot of chocolate.

Point of the story?

I wish Boston Market sold chocolate.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Chupacabra Week. My turn

I've resisted this 'Chupacabra week' all week.

Why? Because I'm a leader not a follower, that's why. And I aint got nothing for Chupacabra Week.

But here goes anyhow...


ME: "So how's things?"

Chupacabra: ::silence::

ME: "What's you favorite Rolling Stones album?"

Chupacabra: "Goat's Head Soup."

ME: "What kinda car do you drive?"

Chupacabra: "1967 GTO."

ME: "Do you have a favorite fairy tale?"

Chupacabra: "Yes....The Three Billy Goats Gruff."

ME: "Favorite campfire song?"

Chupacabra: "Bill Grogan's Goat."

ME: "Do you have a favorite wine?"

Chupacabra: "Yup....Coates Du Rhone."

ME. "What do you like on your salads?"

Chupacabra: "Cukes, mushrooms, a little goats cheese."

ME: "Who is your favorite Super-Hero?"

Chupacabra: "The Goddamn Batman."

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Yukon Cornelius


He's always yellin' and smellin' and lickin' stuff.

He's crazed!

Monday, December 03, 2007

When is a free taco not a free taco?

So the rumor is that the Boston Red Sox might trade Jacoby (I won America a free taco) Ellsbury to the Minnesota Twins for their awesome pitcher Johan (I never won anybody a taco) Santana.

Somehow this trade seems a bit one-sided.

Last year The Red Sox WON the World Series and America won free tacos all without Johan Santana.

And now we want to trade that away?

Why on earth as a fan should I be happy about this? Because Johan (No free tacos) Santana is awesome? If Johan (NFT) Santana is so awesome why don't I get free tacos?


Because maybe he's not so awesome.

If he was awesome he would include free tacos, correct? And free tacos are awesome, correct? And Jacoby (I'll win ya some more free tacos) Ellsbury is awesome.


Do not trade my free tacos for not free tacos.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Evel Knievel R.I.P.

::squeezes throttle::

Crisis averted.

Teacher changes name of teddy bear to Cassius Clay.

Put a sock in it, Wayne Newton.

What a total douche. Bad-mouthing Johnny Carson.

I hope you die, Wayne Newton, you big fat washed up tub of goo.

You couldn't hold Johnny Carson's socks.

::socks Wayne Newton in the mouth::

Thursday, November 29, 2007


I've been seeing a ton of those annoying Dunkins Donuts commercials starring Rachael Ray (she is now on 'my list') and I realized that I only have maybe two donuts a year.





How can that be? I love donuts. They taste good AND they're good for you. Yet, I only have two a year. Dee-lish*!

I think the whole two donuts a year thing started after Ninety One One. Somehow it didn't feel right to have so much pleasure when so many people died.

But enough time has passed since Nine Hundred and Eleven and I'm gonna eat WAY more than two donuts a year in 2008.

* Everytime Rachael Ray says 'dee-lish', I want to kill.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I should have written The Brady Bunch Theme!

So here's a blog,
About a hot broad,
Who was raising three bitches (One was hot, the other two not so much)
All of them had dyed hair like their mother.
The youngest one drove me nuts with her lisp.

So here's a blog,
About a man (Not Iranian in real life) named Brady
Who was 'busy' with three 'boys' of his own
They were four men ::wink wink::
Living all together, but they were all alone (Sack up , Nancies!)

Then one day the old broad met the old dude
And they knew it was much more than a something or other
So they got married and the hot old broad quit her job and sponged off of Mike
And they formed some odd family and Mike worked way too many hours and the hot old broad got a maid and basically did nothing but drink.

And that's the way they became the Brady Bunch (Mike's last name was Brady and they had a BUNCH of kids...Brady+ Bunch= Brady Bunch.

So to sum up:
The hot old broad duped Mike into marriage and taking care of her three girls (one hot, the other two not so hot)

They also had a dog. And were 'friendly' with a butcher named Sam.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Does this mean I have to vomit in my mouth twice?

>>>>>>>>>>>WASHINGTON (AP) - Barbra Streisand, who hedged her bets months ago with donations to Hillary Rodham Clinton, Barack Obama and John Edwards, has settled on one presidential candidate.
It's Hillary.
"Madame President of the United States ... it's an extraordinary thought. We truly are in a momentous time, where a woman's potential has no limitations," Streisand said in a statement released Tuesday by the Clinton campaign. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The above story was written by someone I'm sure I'd grow to hate.

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Singer From Quiet Riot: R.I.P.

It's a shame that The Singer from Quiet Riot died. Years ago I used to sell rock posters in my shop and one of them was of The Singer from Quiet Riot.

The Singer from Quiet Riot will be missed. He and or she was great!

The world is a crummier place without The Singer from Quiet Riot. He or she was probably a really nice guy and or gal.

::says a quiet (get it?) prayer for The Singer of Quiet Riot::

The Singer from Quiet Riot did that song that used to get played about noize. It was good.

Rest In Peace....Singer From Quiet Riot. You will be missed. Unless of course the band replaced you with another singer that is better.

If that's the case:

Long Live The NEW Singer of Quiet Riot and 'Cum on Feel The Noize'!!

(Or was it 'We're Not Going To Take It'?)

The Mouse was in the House

So I put some 'Mouse n' Rat poison' in the basement along the top of the foundation. The mices scurry around the edge of the foundation, eat the poison and die. The next day I go down to the basement, scoop up dead mices with the garden trough, and then throw them over my fence.

Seems simple. I should have just left it alone. But I ended up reading the box from the 'Mouse n' Rat poison'.

Turns out that the 'Mouse n' Rat poison' also can kill animals, birds, and humans.

Wouldn't it sell better if it was named 'Mouse n' Wifey n' Rats n' Birds n' Animals' n' Kids poison' ?

Or should I just get one of those humane traps for Wifey n' Kids?

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Still pickin' on the Brits

The following story was on today.

>>>>>>>>>A survey of more than 2,000 Britons has revealed "nincompoop" is the nation's favorite word out of the 16,500 entries in the Cambridge Dictionary.
The survey found 13 percent of respondents chose "nincompoop" – believed to be derived from the Latin "non compos mentis," meaning not of sound mind – as their favorite sounding English word, The Daily Mai reported.
The poll was commissioned by Ubisoft, makers of the language computer game My Word Search.
The second most popular word was "love" and the third was "mum".<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<


I love your Mum, she's a nincompoop.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Best news story ever. It has to be.

>>>>>LONDON — Police claim an intoxicated man tried to have sex with a park fence, the Telegraph reported.
The 24-year-old allegedly made sexual motions toward a metal railing and said something to the effect of, "I'm going to have sex with that fence," the prosecutor is quoted as saying in the Telegraph.<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

The above story was on today

Crazy drunken Brits!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

I don't HEAR(T) the deaf

So I see these two deaf folks 'signing' with each other (signing is they way deaf people 'pretend' to talk). No problem so far, correct?

But it was cold out yesterday and 'my' two deaf folks had big coats on. Some kinda nylon outer lining on them.

And the more they 'talked', the more they waved their arms and hands around. Still no problem, correct?

WRONG! Big problem!

They kept 'signing' and their stupid jackets kept rubbing back and forth making this horrible noise! It was driving me nuts. The more animated they got, the more noise their deaf coats made. Why can't deaf people just wear quiet coats?


Monday, November 19, 2007

Mr Whipple R.I.P.

::squeezes Bible::


Folks just don't say that word anymore.


It's kinda a creepy word now. Folks just say eyes.

"You have beautiful eyes!"

"You have beautiful eyeballs."


"I need to have my eyes checked."

"I need to have my eyeballs checked." (Ewwwwww!)

See? You hear the word eyeballs and it conjures up old EC comics or weird horror movies. Eyeballs are scary. Eyes are beautiful.

I'm touching my eyes right now. For no real reason. If I was touching my eyeballs you'd know something bad was about to happen.

Six eyes of one, half a dozen eyeballs of another.

Half a dozen eyeballs is wicked creepy. Six eyes is just three people.

Looking at me. With their eyeballs.

Their creepy demon infested eyeballs!

Point of the story?
Hillary has eyeballs....Mitt Romney has dreamy brown eyes.



Thursday, November 15, 2007

So why are they always starving?

>>>>DHAKA, Bangladesh (AP) -- A powerful cyclone slammed into Bangladesh on Thursday night, tearing down flimsy houses, toppling trees and power poles, and forcing hundreds of thousands to flee their homes in the low-lying nation.<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

So when there is a drought or famine why the heck can't these folks flee to where food and water is?


Still even more rejected blog ideas

1. Hillary's unwanted back hair festival!

2. Olive oil popsicles and why we need 'em.

3. Hillary's unwanted chest hair jamboree!

4. Why 9-11 is just a poor man's Pearl Harbor.

5. George Bush: 43rd best US President or #1 worst US President? You decide.

6. Why did I stick that wad of gum under the table in 8th grade study hall?

7. Hillary's unwanted chin hair and State Fair.

8. Subliminal ::The Brady Bunch Theme:: ways of screwing up your day.

9. Thoughts on the two EXACT snowflakes I once found.

10. Six of one, half a dozen of the other. And why folks say that.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The leave out random words game

Dear Jayne,

I think you are wicked_____ and very ____. Everyday I ____ your ____ and get a big ____ out of your Brit ____ and silly ____.

Someday we will _____. We'll eat and ______ and make the _____.

Well, _____ all I have _____. I kinda feel ____ that I aint ______ part in raccoon week. I _____ you _______ either.

America really kicked_____ ass back in the 1700's. _____ for the record.

All my _____,

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Baked Haddock!

There is a restaurant near my home and on the outside they have a sign that gets changed every day. Usually mentioning what special of the day they have or the Red Sox on their plasma or something.

Yesterday they had a sign up that proclaimed: BAKED HADDOCK!

Baked Haddock with an exclamation point at the end. BAKED HADDOCK!

I like baked haddock. Does it warrant an exclamation point? I think not!

Beer battered haddock would! Fried haddock would! All you can eat haddock would!

But baked haddock? Nope!

Monday, November 12, 2007

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

It's in Washington DC.

I'm thinking maybe they should dig up the tomb, take the unknown soldier out, run some DNA tests, and then tell us who this dude is/was.


They could bury "Tony" in a regular cemetary, get rid of the Tomb, and maybe put up a strip mall or maybe a Dunkin' Donuts or something.

There wouldn't be anything much cooler than a US president laying of a wreath outside of a doughnut shop...

And folks say I'm stupid.

Former Presidents, Leaders, and Sally Field speaking about Hillary

1. "Ask not what your cankles can do for you....ask what YOU can do for your cankles."

2. "The only thing we have to fear about Hillary, is Hillary herself."

3. "She can tell a lie."

4. "Hillary would be a date that would make you want to live in the infirmary"

5. "Ich bin ein Eyeliner (to cover up her saggy eyes.)"

6. "She is a crook!"

7. "I had a dream (about Hillary and I woke up in a cold sweat and started vomiting)!"

8. "I. Did not. Have sex. With that woman!"

9. "They hate you, they really, really hate you."

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Did it at least smell like french fries?

The following story once again proves that IANO has it's finger on the pulse of the world. Or something. This relates to yesterday's post on these here airwaves. (are these airwaves?)

>>>>>>>BEIJING — Three shoppers died and at least 31 others were injured in a stampede when the doors opened at the start of a sale at a Carrefour supermarket in southwestern China on Saturday, state media reported.
Some shoppers slipped as they rushed through a door to the Carrefour in Chongqing city when the store opened at 8:30 a.m., and those that fell were then crushed by other shoppers, the Web sites of the Xinhua News Agency and People's Daily reported.
The People's Daily said shoppers began lining up outside the store at 4 a.m. to buy discounted rapeseed oil used for cooking.<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Friday, November 09, 2007

The Smell of Freedom

So the other day I'm speaking with a friend about alternative fuels (and chicks and baseball) and he tells me this story from a few years ago about this inventor guy.

Seems the guy built a car that could run on discarded cooking oils from restaurants. He go around to all the area eateries and they would just give him this stuff. And he'd basically drive for free.

He said the only downside was that the exhaust smelled like french fries.

THE DOWNSIDE????!!! Air that smells like french fries has NO downside!

Just imagine a world where the air smelled of the frenched fry! OH. MY. GOD.

It would have to be the end of all wars as we know them. Why would someone want to fight when the air was smelling of fried potatoes?

The worlds economy would change. Every restaurant that didn't serve french fries would be out of business (cuz folks would only dine at places that served the sizzlin' spuds)

Idaho, Ireland, and maybe Maine would be the new Superpowers.

So to sum up:

French Fry air is the best air.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

And folks wonder why folks do drugs.

The beloved Cake sent me this story yesterday....I'll just put in the good part.

>>>>Edwardsville, Ill. (AP) -- Two students at Southern Illinois University in this St. Louis suburb kidnapped, paddled and burned a young man with freshly baked cookies after a drug deal went bad, prosecutors said. <<<<<<


Is that even a punishment?

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

My Doctor Visit

I went to the Doctor yesterday.

Just a routine office visit.

Here is what my doctor did:

1. She took my blood pressure.

2. Listened to my back. (I'm very curious what my back had to say to her)

3. She pushed on my stomach.

4. She listened to my chest.

5. And a nurse took blood.

Here is what I did:

1. When she asked for my age I insisted she tell me hers first (she didn't)

2. I changed the calendar in the exam room from October to November.

3. I asked (and received) a free purple exam glove. (I'll blog another day what I end up doing with it.)

4. I read a magazine about child care and how to work my 'glutes'.

5. I tightened my stomach when she was fishing around my belly so she wouldn't think I was an out of shape old man. (She told me to stop tightening my belly)

What the Doctor DIDN'T do:

1. She didn't check me for cancer.

2. She didn't react at all when I tickled her.

3. She didn't fall for the "I've got your nose" trick.

4. She didn't give me her home phone case I get the cancer late at night.

So to sum up:
I probably have cancer.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Beat Her Womb With Your Giant

I just got some "spam" (junk mail) and the subject box said: 'BEAT HER WOMB WITH YOUR GIANT'

Spam (junk mail) doesn't really bother me. Most of the time I just delete it. No harm done. Once in a while I'll open it because I love the broken English (and British) that's inside.

But today I had to decide....delete or BEAT HER WOMB WITH YOUR GIANT.

Why would anyone want to beat anyone's womb with a giant? Is that fun?

Who likes it the most? The one with the giant or the one with the womb?

Do women really want to date guys that want to beat their wombs with their giant? Does this womb beating bring pleasure? Or is it just another run of the mill beating?

Do women (or folks with wombs) like general beatings or just the kind that involve YOUR GIANT?

Does a woman with a giant womb need her beatings from someone with an even more gigantic Giant?

And when the heck did womb beating get so damn popular? Did I sleep through the whole fad? Was I not informed? Is it just card holders in the Giant club that were notified?

So many questions.

I wonder if a woman could beat a giant with her womb?

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Microscopic Analyses Of Arkansas Slate

To be exact...Black Slate from Mena, out near Big Forks.

This is a pure black slate, which to the unaided eye has an exceedingly fine texture and a remarkably smooth cleavage surface(very sexy) with a light luster. It is both carbonaceous (yeah, right!) and magnetitic: does not effervesce (puts middle finger out) with cold dilute hydrochloric acid (I'm guessing it does), is very sonorous (speak English freak scientist!), and very fissile (English, damn it!)

Under the microscope this slate shows a matrix of muscovite (Boris!), with a very brilliant aggregate polarization (LIAR!) and an unusally fine texture and great homogeneity (snicker).

Quartz grains are few and not over 0.01mm (Yeah,...we all know what that means??) in diameter. Rutile (that can't possibly be a real word) needles unusually minute. Many opaque (not clear) particles of irregular shape, some of which are pyrite (they now run Indian Casinos, correct...The Pyrite Tribe??) others magnetite, and some coaly (can't be a word) or graphitic matter.


So to sum up:

Arkansas has slate.

Friday, November 02, 2007

The Mouse Pad Guy.

Back in the 1990s when computers first started coming into vogue, people needed mouse pads.

A pad for their 'computer mouse'. The clicker think. A Mouse Pad.

And I thought it would be brilliant to find a whole bunch of 'The Mouse Pads' and sell them in my store.

So I went on something called the World Wide Web (dubya dubya dubya) and found numerous suppliers for The Mouse Pads. All different styles and designs. Star Wars and Star Trek. Marilyn Monroe. The Rolling Stones. Tom and Jerry. Cartoons. And on and on.

And then I called up one supplier, ordered some Pads, and waited for them to arrive. And then the supplier (whom I'll now and forever call The Mouse Pad Guy) calls me up to talk about Mouse Pads!!

He started asking about sell-thru and what styles sold best and blah blah blah. No big deal.

And then he called me the next day TO TALK ABOUT MOUSE PADS AGAIN!!!

We discussed 'mouse pad strategy', market penetration, etc.

Mouse Pads.

And then he called the next day.

What if the Beatles wrote songs in that weird British jibber-jabbery way that Brits talk?

1. The Bippy-Loo Of Johnny and Yoko

2. Maxwell's Glibbity Globbity Glam.

3. Meany Mooopsy Poopsy Mustard.

4. Eleanor-Pleanor Rig-Ga-Rooni

5. Sgt. Pibbities Loopity Hoopity Big Time Band.

6. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da

7. Happiness is Faloob-a-Tootin'.

8. Why Don't We Do It In The Poppity Poopity Poo.

9. Back In The Youbity.Soobity. Soobity. Ruckatoobey.

10. Yonders Flonders Jude!

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Paul Warfield Tibbets Jr

Rest in peace, my friend.

E=3-Musketeers squared.

I just had three 3 Musketeers candy bars* for breakfast.

Does this mean I just had 9 Musketeers?

Does this make me a candy slut?

On the package it says: Whipped Up Fluffy Chocolate on Chocolate Taste.

This concerns me. "Chocolate taste" I don't want chocolate taste. I want chocolate. Whipped up chocolate.

And what about the part that says chocolate on chocolate? Sounds like some kinda racial thing.

I'm content with chocolate on not chocolate. But Whipped Up is good.

Whipped up chocolate. WHIPPED. UP. CHOCOLATE.

That's a good thing.

*The fun size. Which aint really fun. A regular sized 3 Musketeers Bar would be more fun. A regular sized actual Musketeer would be more fun for the ladies.

Even more so if he was covered in chocolate.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

The baby Jesus and his first Halloween

From the story in the bible, Boris:3:14, it mentions the baby Jesus (they were still callin' him baby Jesus even though he was now 7 years old) went out for his first Halloween dressed as The Frankincense Monster and he sadly came home with a bag filled only with myrrh.

The next year he would dress up as Cowboy and get a bag of gold.

The point of the story?

Ya dress up like Frankincense, ya get myrrh. Dress up like a Cowboy, and ya get gold.

It's true. I read it in the bible. Elvira 36D:

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Why don't the British just speak English?

Ever notice that people from England don't speak the same language we do? We both call it English but I have no idea what they're talking about half the time.

They say stuff like:

"Pippins in the morning."

"Jolly poof biggins me Lady."

"Bollocks and sod to ya Mum."

"Bob's yer Uncle, ding dong Chatterly!"

"Have me some biscuits and chips, ladle me good."

"Piccadilly Lorry deliver me to Lords."

"How can you eat your meat when you don't have any pudding?"....Oh wait...that one is Pink Floyd.

"Lolly me blunders the whip of the wind flutters me bellows."

Or did I just do Scottish?

Monday, October 29, 2007


I'm not sure if you all read the comments in this here blog but from time to time this woman named 'Lamont' posts comments.

And her comments are usually witty and funny and stuff.

But 'Lamont' doesn't have a blog of her own and I think it's high time she did.

So with a show of hands, who thinks 'Lamont' should start her own blog and entertain us all?

::hand shoots up::

That's one...

The Yankees Suck

The 2007 World Champion Boston Red Sox don't.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Reprinting of last years blog

(I posted this in 2006 on October 27th. Thought I would do so again. Maybe I'll get some candy or something by showing my sensitive side)

Things always work out for me. Good seats at concerts. The last piece of cake. Refunds from insurance companies. All sorts of small things just seem to go my way. Wifey thinks I'm lucky. It aint luck. Things just work out somehow.

So anyhow...two years ago I get a phone call that my Mom might be dying and to get to the hospital. I hang up the phone and in walks Bacon Ace who runs the store for me while I rush off to the hospital. (Would I have closed the store if he didn't show up?) I get to the hospital, meet my brother there, and then find out Mom died about ten minutes before. Possibly the most horrible thing thats ever happened to me. Me and Bro decide to go straight to the funeral home and make the arrangements, tie up all loose ends, and then go home.I

'm at home. My Mom just died. And I'm sitting there. And I'm watching TV. The Red Sox. The fourth game of the 2004 World Series. And they win. The Boston Red Sox WIN the World Series a couple of hours after my Mom dies. The Boston Red Sox. I'm jumping for joy on the day my Mom dies. I run to a friends house in the neighborhood and toast the Red Sox. On the day my Mom dies. It's very strange. I've loved the Red Sox more than any 'thing' in my life and they go and win the World Series on October 27, 2004. The day Mom died.

Like I said...things work out for me in some weird way. How can I relate something as trivial as the Red Sox winning to my Mom's death? The Red Sox winning wasn't trivial. It was awesome. And Moms death was horrible. They just happened on the same day.

It's actually kinda cool. When I think of that glorious moment of Foulke getting the ball and tossing it to Minky at first...I think of Mom. And when I think of Mom...I think of the Red Sox. I'm sure there is some hidden goofy metaphor about life and death and stuff that I could prattle on about, but there aint. My Mom died and the Red Sox won the World Series two years ago today.

I miss those 2004 Red Sox. And I miss my Mom.

(I hope next October some relative I don't like dies and the Red Sox win again.)

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Anything going on tonight?

Well, I just got back from fighting the fires in Southern California.

I think I'll settle down and watch me some baseball tonight....I wonder who is playing?

Monday, October 22, 2007

A Romantic Interlude

So even a rough and tough guy like me has his softer side.

The other night at the house, after some guests left, Wifey and I (Wifey) cleaned up and we're getting ready for bed.

The dishes were done,candles were out, dog was settled.

Wifey sits up on the counter and were talking about the kids, and the week ahead, and just all around winding down when she looks me in the eye with that look of a woman in love.

And who can blame her?

So anyhow, I'm standing close to her, we just had an anniversary, and we feel very lucky to be with each other.

It's special. Nobody is around. It's late.

Wifey looks deep in my eyes again....and here is what happened next:

ME: "I'm really glad we met."

WIFEY: "You look like a kangaroo."

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Joey Bishop: R.I.P.

Dear Boston Red Sox,

Win it for Joey.


Shut up Ellen!

So Ellen DeGeneras adopts a small dog from some animal rescue league or something. She signs a contract. After a month or so she decides she can't care for said puppy so she gives it to her hairdresser.

The hairdresser has two children under the age of 12. The animal rescue place doesn't give or allow their small dogs to be given to households with children under the age of 14.

For the dogs safety.

But Ellen (as much as I like her) doesn't READ the contract she signed and goes on national television, cries her eyes out, pleads for them to give the dog back to the caring family (Manson had a caring family also) and disses the animal rescue place because they took the dog away from from the family with the two UNDER age 12 kids (remember,they don't give small dogs to families with kids under 14 for the dogs's in the contract)

The whole point of the story?

1. Kids under the age of 14 kill small dogs.

2. Ellen should learn to read contracts she signs.

3. The Red Sox better win tonight or I will kill my small dog.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Possibly the greatest line ever.

A friend of mine has a blog/forum thingy about the Boston Red Sox ( and everyday it's packed with fun and crazy.

Well, as you know, my Red Sox are in the playoffs and just limping thru them (even with my lucky hat). In a best of seven series they are down 3 games to 1.

And the fun folk at Surviving Grady came up with possibly the greatest 'line' when discussing a playoff team on the ropes (but still sprinkled with optimism.)

***** "They're gonna come alive more than Frampton."****

Not everybody will think that's the greatest line ever. But I do and that's all that matters.

If you don't 'get' the's great.

A short history on My Lucky Hat....I got it on September 10, 2001 and the VERY NEXT DAY I found a crisp dollar bill on the street.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

I Love Mountains

So I'm driving to work this morning and the car in front of me had a bumper sticker that said: I LOVE MOUNTAINS (the word LOVE was actually a red heart which made it more meaningful)


He was almost making some kinda statement like there are people out there THAT HATE MOUNTAINS.

Hey Buddy, nobody hates mountains. Take a deep breath. Mountains are just fine. It's the one thing people of Planet Earth agree on. We all love mountains. We just don't wear it on our sleeve like you do.

When did you find out you had this great love for mountains? Do you dream about mountains? Do you write poetry to the mountain? Do you buy the mountain presents? Ever kiss the said mountain? Hold hands with the mountain? Tell it you love it?

Do you love them all? Even the stupid ones? How about the mountains that have avalanches and kill children? Do you love THOSE kind?

Or the volcanic mountain and it's life ending molton lava? Jerk.

You just can't make a blanket statement that you I LOVE MOUNTAINS. You love SOME mountains. Probably just one or two that you ski on and help erode. Jerk.

Mountain eroding jerk.

Maybe you should get a bumper sticker that says: I'M A MOUNTAIN ERODING JERK.

Cuz you are.


It's the second thing everyone on the Planet Earth can agree on.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Update on My Lucky Hat

If you read yesterday's blog you know a bit about My Lucky Hat.

But I left something VERY important out of the story.

I wore My Lucky Hat while at a friends house watching the baseball game, but I came home around the 9th inning of said game.

And I took My Lucky Hat OFF. I TOOK IT OFF!!! I TOOK MY LUCKY HAT OFF!!!

And then The Red Sox lost a couple of innings later.

So To Sum Up:

It's not the hat by itself that is's only lucky when it's on my lucky head!!

And it will be on my lucky head tonight.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

My Lucky Hat

So last night we're going to a friends house to watch the Red Sox playoff game and I decide to wear my 'lucky hat'. It was never my lucky hat before that, but I assumed the Red Sox would win the game and then I'd have a 'lucky hat'. And everyone wants to own a lucky hat, correct?

Are you following the logic?

So anyhow....we're leaving my house and Wifey says: "Why are you wearing the hat?"

ME: "Well....I don't like my haircut (I don't tell her it's my new lucky hat) and the hat covers it."

WIFEY: "It makes your head look small."

ME: "The hat makes my head look small?" ::takes it off...looks in mirror...puts it back on...looks in mirror....takes it off...looks in miror...puts it back on::

WIFEY: "It makes your head look small...your haircut looks nice!"

ME: ::puts hat on:: "Let's go."

Flash forward five hours later: SOX give up 7 runs in the 11th inning to lose game.

So to sum up:

My lucky hat had a bad first day on the job. My head is the size of a baseball. My haircut is stupid. Wifey is smarter than me.

I'll be wearing my lucky hat Monday night for game 3. My head will be the size of a baseball.

The hat is a ballcap....and it aint jaunty.

Friday, October 12, 2007

The Jesus Fish

So I'm driving to work this morning and I notice one of those metal Jesus Fish on the back of a car. I've been seeing those for years. (and those 'clever' folk with the Darwin Fish with the little feet....Hey tard! Fish aint got feet!)

But anyhow I realize that I have NO CLUE what the Jesus Fish means. None. I suppose I could google 'Jesus Fish' but that would kinda take the fun out of it, yes? And googlin' Jesus just seems kinda wrong. I doubt he would have liked being googled (even by a Catholic priest)

So what does the Jesus Fish mean?

1. Jesus smelled like fish? Wouldn't it be funnier just to have a bumber sticker that says "Jesus smells like fish" than a Jesus Fish? no. I'm guessing Jesus did NOT smell like fish.

2. Maybe Jesus was a fisherman. Can't ya just picture him side by side with Quint, chummin' for a great white shark or something? Maybe in a River That Runs Through It wearing hip waders? Nah....Jesus was a carpenter (though he wore a dress and not carpenter pants) no on Jesus as a fisherman.

3. Maybe Jesus was there when Moses farted in the Red Sea and killed all the fish...Jesus picked them up and brought them into town to all the Virgin Mary's and stuff? Nah. That's just a made up story.

4. Maybe it was Jesus that turned the wine into fish? But who would have drank fishy tasting wine? So that's stupid.

5. Maybe Jesus looked like a fish kinda like The Incredible Mr. Limpet. This is a good possibility. Don Knotts as The Christ. Nah.....crazy talk.

6. Maybe Jesus just had a pet goldfish or's the lost chapter in the bible: Goldy 3:14 or something. Yup. That's it. Jesus had a pet goldfish. And folks like to celebrate Goldy The Jesus Fish on the back of their cars. Because it gets them in heaven.

The End.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Don't forget... is NO BLOG THURSDAY.

::sign of the cross::



::shakes hand::

::magooes around::

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

I loved you McDonalds. Maybe I still do.

I was always true to you. We grew up together. I'm part of your sign that states 'billions and billions' served.

When I was down in the dumps you were there all Thick Chocolate Shakey for me.

When I was going to a funeral after work I knew I could count on you for a couple of Apple Pies. Maybe a small french fry just until I looked at the dead guy and then got home.

You were there when my Mom died (two Big Macs, large fry, Chicken McNuggets, orange drink)

Or how about that time in the storm when I pulled up to the drive-up window and ordered the Big Breakfast? Remember that? That got me through.

The day my kids were born? Filet O Fish!! God I love them! I love my kids also.

The day I got married? I'm pretty sure it was for a limited time only....McRib!! Made my wedding quite special.

Sometimes I'm just feeling blue (usually in the fall) and I'll go thru the drive-up and just order a box of cookies....the voice will say "Is that all?" and I think is that all? What more does one need when blue? I'm blue, I didn't have to leave my car, and now I have cookies.

Remember September 11, 2001? I sure do. Two quarter pounders, large fries, 2 apple pies, and a soft serve ice cream. You got me though buddy. Big time.

Too many times to were always there. Always.


You weren't there last night. And I needed you.

But Wendy was. And Wendy served me up two 1/4 perfectly cooked square hamburgers and a small fry. She was there FOR ME!!! She took care of me!!! And she was delicious.

And where were you McDonalds? Serving your bilions and billions?? Yeah....minus one.

You're on notice.

Dear Wendy,

I won't be back for a while....I have to try an make it work with Mac.


Tuesday, October 09, 2007

A simple note.

Last night I stayed up late and watched the NY Yankees crash and burn and go home for the season.

Wifey had gone to bed a few hours earlier so I left her this note:

Dear Wifey,

The Yankees Suck.



And somehow Wifey wakes up, reads said note, and thinks The Yankees won.

A simple note, correct? Nicely summed up. To the point. The. Yankees. Suck. What's not to get? They lost. They suck. If they won why would I say they sucked?

Their season is over because of their suckiness. The Yankees Suck. It's true. They suck. They're bad. Stink-O. Crappola. Done. Finished. I don't have to even think of them until April. But I will. Because. They suck. I hate them.

Little known FACT about Yankee players: Not only do they smell bad....but they smell like burnt hair. Every darned one of them.

Or is that sulfur?

Monday, October 08, 2007

New pants.

Everybody loves new pants.

Why wouldn't ya? They're new. They're pants. They're new pants.

Everybody loves them.

So anyhow, yesterday I buy some new pants. New jeans. I get home wash them and then try them on.

And then I say to Wifey: ::tugging a little loop on said pants:: "What's this thing for?"

Wifey: "You put a hammer on that."

ME: ::thinking to myself:: 'why the heck would I want to hang a hammer on my pants?'

Turns out I bought something called 'carpenter pants'....and with my skills at carpentery it's a wonder I haven't been wearing these for decades. Planin' and a sandin', stainin' and a hammerin'. Night and day. I work with the woods. I'm a maker of things. A carpent.

Everybody loves the carpenter pants. New carpenter pants. Love them.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Manny being Manny (or something)

"I haven't been right all year. When you don't feel good and you still get hits, that's how you know you're a bad man." -- Ramirez

Friday, October 05, 2007

Nothing left to make fun of.

Nothing. It's over. Everything that could be made fun of has been made fun of.

It's over. Done.

I always thought there would be an endless supply of things to make fun of, but this morning when I checked my notes I saw nothing.

Well, maybe a little something.

The word FRESCA was jotted down....but with a line through it.

Would FRESCA be worth making fun of? Cuz that's all I have.


What kinda loser drinks FRESCA? Retards? Yankee Fans? Not Iranians? Canadians? My cousin? Wifey?

Have any of us in the last 5 years tried FRESCA? Seen FRESCA?

Have any of us seen anybody else drinking FRESCA? Have you seen it at a bar or a store?

Ever crave it? Do you even remember what it tastes like?

Ever see an ad on TV for FRESCA?

How would they advertise it? Would they show a bunch of tards at the Special Olympics trying to high five each other while sweat dripped down their pudgy retarded bodies?

Would that make us (Non Retards) want to go out and hunt down The FRESCA? Are sweaty retards really the demographic the FRESCA folks want?

What the hell does FRESCA mean anyhow? Fresh? Ca? Fresh-carbonated. FRESCA.


FRESCA is so stupid I ain't even gonna make fun of it.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Ice is food.

So last night Wifey was out doing her Red Cross volunteer work (or something) and I need a place to:

a) eat dinner

b) watch the Red Sox game

So I went to the 99 down near my house and sat at the bar to eat and watch said game.

I'm watching the bartender pour ice into the ice thingy and she's pouring the ice from a large bucket with the words ICE IS FOOD in big letters on the side of ice bucket thingy.

Ice is food. Ice. Is food.

Now I'm pretty hungry but I'm not hankerin' for ice. I'm hankerin' for food. The Not Ice kinda food.
The fried chicken kinda food. With honey and mashed potatoes and maybe some corn and a biscuit.

And no matter how one might prepare ice I'm guessing it aint all that good.

So I order the chicken. And I think about how Canada could feed the world.

Because Ice is Food.

And then I think about how odd it is that a whole country is really just this massive meal just a waitin' to be eaten.

Because Ice is Food.

(the bucket of ice at the 99 really had the words ICE IS FOOD on it.)

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Gone To Fenway Park.

I'll be back November 1st.*

*I'm lying. I'll be here all day. I also lied about going to Fenway. Cuz I'm a liar.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Living on $2.00 a day

I read in magazine that over two BILLION people live on $2.00 a day (or less)

Here is what I'd do if I had to live on $2.00 a day.

1. In the morning I'd stop at IHOP and have pancakes, sausage, toast, bacon, hash browns, and large glass of cold milk. .20 cents.

2. Then I'd buy a newspaper to read while eating said breakfast. .02 cents

3. Then I drive to work paying a toll on the Pike and filling up my tank with gas. .24 cents.

4. When I got to work I'd walk over to the STORE 24 for snacks. .09 cents.

5. On my way home I'd stop and pick up my wife some flowers or jewelry. .30 cents.

6. When I got home I'd surprise wifey and take her out for dinner and drinks. .41 cents.

7. With the left over .94 cents I'd put aside some of it towards the phone bill, electric, cable, insurance, new car, college funds, investments, etc.

Life is pretty good at $2.00 a day. I can only imagine the rich folks spending upwards of $3.00 a day.

Monday, October 01, 2007

Hot corn bread.

Cold butter. Not much else needs to be said.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

How bad punctuation ruins the theme to Gilligan's Island

"Just sit. "

"Right.... "


"And you'll hear a tale."

"A tale of?"

"A fateful trip."

"That started?"

"From this tropic port. "

"Aboard this tiny ship?"

(The mate was a mighty sailing man.)

"The skipper?"

"Brave and sure."

{Five passengers set sail.}

"That day?"

"A three hour tour. "

"A three HOUR tour????" "The weather?"

{Started getting rough!}

"The tiny ship?"

"Was tossed!"

"If not for......??"

"The courage of the fearless crew, the minnow would be lost. "

"The minnow would be lost??"

{The ship set ground on the shore.}

"Of this uncharted desert isle?"

"With Gilligan?"

"The Skipper, too."

"The millionaire?"

"And his wife!"

"The movie star, the professor?"

"And Mary Ann!"

"Here on Gilligans Isle?"

"So this is the tale?"

"Of the castways."

"They're here?"

"For a long, long time! They'll have to make the best of things. It's an uphill climb. The first mate and the Skipper too, will do their very best."

"To make the others comfortable?"
"In the tropic island nest?"

"No phone?"


"Motor cars?"

"Not a single luxury."

"Like Robinson Crusoe?"
"As primative as can be."

"Join us!"


"Each week my friends! You're sure to get a smile."

"From seven stranded castways? Here?"

"On Gilligan's Isle."

Friday, September 28, 2007

That President of Iran is so gay

Early in the week he spoke at Columbia University and said some darn right crazy stuff.

Lots of crazy stuff. Him being crazy and all.

But the one that got in most folks craw was the one about Iran not having homosexuals.

Now is this just a fluke that homosexuals don't live in Iran? Or was CrazyPrez saying that Iranians in and of themselves can't be homosexuals because of something inside them?

Who the heck knows.

What I do know is that I must be Iranian. Because if I was Not Iranian I could be The Gay. And I aint The Gay.

Which actually brings me to the whole point of the blog.

Not Iranians have been called a lot of things over the years. In my lifetime we've called homosexuals: queers, fags, homos, and most recently, gay. None of them sound like good names.

But now we're calling them Not Iranians. What if they were born in the states? Do we call them American Not Iranians?

And what about Not Iranian slogans?

I'm Not Iranian...Get used to it!

Not Iranian Nation?

What about TV shows?

Not Iranian Eye For the Straight Guy?

And can we just go back to using gay as in meaning happy? No?

Gay means retard now, correct? And homo means milk and fag means cigarette and queer means Hoagy...and and and....

And in England we still bum fags (meaning ask for a free cigarette)? But in the States bumming a fag means you're Not Iranian?

I'm confused.

But not confused in the I might be Not Iranian way. Believe you me.....I'm Iranian. 100% Iranian.

Not that there's anything wrong with being Not Iranian. I just happen to be way of Armenia and Ireland.

Sorry for today's blog. It was wicked gay.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

25,000 people die of hunger EVERY day

I read that in the new National Geographic.

25,000. Every day. Mostly kids. Die of hunger. Starve.

And that's tragic.

But not as tragic as what me and Wifey are going through.

We've got too many TV shows to watch. It's killing us.

2nd season ROME, bunch of boxed sets of Six Feet Under, The Red Sox and upcoming playoffs, the new fall line-up, and the crap we have recorded, a week long slate of Ken Burns THE WAR, TCM movies, all the late shows, the morning shows. The Patriots. etc etc.

I'd trade one of those starving kids some of the glop I scrape off of a Big Mac if they'd watch some of my shows and just tell me what happened in a nice, short, concise manner (Sparkle need not apply)

And I've said it before and I'll say it again....why the heck don't those starving kids just get off their butts and get down to their local supermarket and get some food and stop starving?

This generation is just SO lazy.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

What's that noise?

I heard it late last night.

It was kinda like a coughing sound. Almost like someone was gagging. Choking perhaps.

Reminded me a bit of when a cat hucks up a furball. "Klllllew....haluck, haluck...achkkkkkkechhheh."

Reports of the noise were first noticed in Florida but it was QUICKLY heard in the Northeast. And it was LOUD. Very very loud. Haunting. Scary loud.

Growing up I never heard that noise. But now it's the 21st century and I hear it a lot. Usually in the fall....though this year I heard it in April and May. But it went away for the summer.

And now it's back. And life is good.

It's almost musical.

For the last 7 years or so I wait for the noise. I wait. And I wait. And I wait. And it always comes. And it's always a bit louder (though I doubt it will ever be as loud it as was in 2004)

Sounds like an old man on his death bed. The old man used to be a bully, but now he's just an old tired wannabee. A coughing , hacking, choking wannabee that'll never be.

Magic number is 3. The Yankees suck.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

It's trivial

The other day I see this guy crossing the street in front of my store. Dressed nice. Slicked back hair. And the biggest, meanest scowl you've ever seen on anyone ever.

He kinda looked like Ted Cassidy playing Injun Joe. But meaner. And scowlier.

His face was red. Snarled mouth. This guy was angry!

And then I noticed what was clutched in his arm.

It was a game of Trivial Pursuit.

I don't wanna play with this guy. Ever.

'It's freakin' Pete Best, A-hole!'

' It's mother-effin' Guam!'

'Calvin goddamn Coolidge!!'


'The female kangaroo!! JERK!'

Actually....maybe I do wanna play with this guy. Could be fun.


(the correct answer would be Wally Pipp )

Sunday, September 23, 2007

R.I.P. Marcel Marceau

He died quietly.

As per his request, he'll be buried in an invisible box.

(Those were the two easiest jokes of all time to write)

Friday, September 21, 2007

What would you do for twenty dollars?

Last night I chunked Hoag into stopping a ceiling fan using only his head.

He did. It was quite awesome.

I didn't give him the twenty dollars. That was quite awesome also.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

I've let you down.

Today was going to be a wonderfully clever post incorporating:

1. The 'Don't Taze Me, Bro!' guy

2. The 'Leave Britney Alone!' Guy/and or Gal

3. O.J.

4. And the back on track Boston Red Sox.

But someone (some team) screwed it all up....didn't they? DIDN'T THEY!!!????

Bunch of skirt wearing ballerinas! You call yourself men?? MEN?? MEN don't smell like flowers and puppies. Men don't use words like twinkle and savory.

MEN don't get swept by a bunch of Canadians!

Don't make me taze you, you bunch of Britneys. Cuz I will and I'll never leave you alone. I'll taze you till the cows come home (no idea what that means)....All I want is MORE MORE MORE!! You're not human beings! You are gentle little men that have forgotten how to win baseball games!

Motherfucker! You think you can steal my motherfucking season!!??


Dearest Tito,

Get Manny back in the line-up, huh?


Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Dear Red Sox,

Snap the fuck out of it!


Tuesday, September 18, 2007


So OJ gets arrested and could go to jail for 30 years because he took back stuff that someone STOLE FROM HIM???? That really shouldn't be a crime. Sorry, but I'm once again on OJ's side.


On the news this morning it was reported that shootings have gone DOWN in Boston. then they reported the bad news.....Stabbings have gone up.

Point of the story?

Cooch is pretty darn good word. Folks just like it.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Good News Bad News

So a friend of mine calls me the other day and tells me he has good news and bad news. He asks me what I'd like to hear first.

I think about it for maybe a second and say "The bad news."

So he tells me about a family member that is sick and in the hospital. We discuss recovery, treatment, long term outlook, etc etc.....we talk about it for about ten minutes.

I then say: "So what's the good news?"

He says: "Playboy is starting to show a lot more cooch."

Point of the story?

Cooch is a pretty darn good word. Not vulgar. Kinda friendly. Women like it. It's fun to say. It's scientific. Ryhmes with pooch, hooch, smooch.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Red Sox / Yankees

This weekend.


Some strikes. Some balls.

Players will spit, scratch, and spit some more.

Fans will cheer, will boo, will make wacky signs.

Remy and D-O will giggle.

Johnny Damon will laugh while standing in the batter's box.

Tito will rock back and forth and adjust his cap ad nauseum.

JD Drew will probably suck....or maybe not.

My wife will swear at Dice-K, comment on how ugly Youk is, drool over Teks thighs, make fun of Coco's hair, quietly appreciate the wonder that is Mike Lowell, and possibly pump her fist if Papi wins the game.

Birthday boy David J. will pace my neighborhood, curse out Francona, and shake his head when Tek grounds into an inning ending double play.

A-Rod will get drilled. Twice. Benches will clear.

Manny will make some kinda dramatic return. Or maybe have a new hair style. The Vegas line is 5 to 2 on the new hairstyle.

Sox will win only one of the three games. Yanks will win the first game with a dramatic late inning comeback. I will vomit in my mouth and still taste it in the morning. Sox should easily win the second game...they might even send Posada to the hospital after the game. You know, for tests. The third game the Sox will start to feel sorry for The Yankees and let them win (in a close one) up their confidence for the upcoming spanking by the Angels in the playoffs.

And that my friends is my weekend.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Two more reasons the media is stupid

Two stories got my attention this week.

The first was something about some vote in congress that passed 341-1. They mentioned the one lone Nay. But then there was a link that said: SEE HOW YOUR REP VOTED. I'm pretty sure we know. Assholes.

The other stupid story was something with the HEADLINE: 47% of the Iraqi people want the "war" to stop right now. But shouldn't the headline actually have said 53% of the Iraqi people DON'T want the "war" to stop right now.

And then there was something about The New England Patriots cheating, but my subject says there are TWO more reasons the media is stupid, not three. Oh well....

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

The two kinds of funny

There are only two kinds of funny.

Planned funny. And not planned funny.

I'm gonna give you a great example of planned funny.

The other night I needed something from Hoag and I asked if I could stop over to his place after work.

He said sure.

I told him I'd be there around 6:10.

Ever punctual, I show up around 6:10, knock on door and let myself in.

He ain't inside....but I notice thru the sliding glass doors that he's outside. So I saunter on out back.

And here is what I see:

Hoag is lounging in his robe on an anti-gravity chaise loungey thing.

He's smoking a cuban (cigar)

He has an ice bucket next to him filled with two bottles of champagne (one half empty) and a filled glass to his lips.

He's wearing some kinda funky Elvisey ray-ban sunglasses

There is some thin hose thingy spraying him down with a fine mist of water.

His wife is standing next to him, hand feeding him fresh strawberries.

That my friends is planned funny.

(Unplanned funny would be if one of you showed up at his house and I was the one feeding him the strawberries.)

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Six years ago today.

It was around 9 in the morning when I first the heard the news.

I knew it was huge.

I knew it would transform us all.

I thought how I should be home with my family in a time like this. I called to see how they were doing. But I stayed at work and watched it unfold on the little black and white TV I keep here.

Finally it was 6:30 and time to go.

The drive was long and quiet and sad. I knew what I was coming home to. I knew our lives were changed.

I walked in and first saw my wife....we didn't say much, we just hugged. The kids were kinda quiet but not overly upset. It hadn't set in to them yet. But it would.

The TV was on. CNN. I clicked to NBC. Uh-Oh. CBS...Uh-Oh. and on and on...

It was the most horrible moment of my life...for I knew right then and there that all of my regular TV shows would be pre-empted. Probably all week. Because of some news thingy.

I looked at Wifey. She looked at me. A single tear ran down her cheek

This was gonna be one hell of a week to get through without our regular TV shows.

But then the Gods looked down on us all and we were saved! SAVED! I remembered a stash of videos we had recorded last week! Life was good again! Jim Belushi filled my screen! Ray Romano filled my screen! Laughter once again filled my living room!

May the horror of that day never repeat itself. Never forget no shows. America was built on shows. And they took 'em away.

Point of the story:

Always keep a recording or two of According To Jim around just in case some boring news thing interrupts your shows.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Party Planning For Your 9/11 Anniversary Bash

The sixth anniversary is coming up this week.

It seems enough time has passed that we can finally start throwing 9/11 parties! (In memory, of course.)

I thought I'd post a nice handy 9/11 party checklist in case you are planning a bash of your own!

  • Large rectangular shaped cake (make it look like Manhattan!)
  • Ash colored frosting for said cake.
  • Scaled map of lower Manhattan to place on top of cake.
  • Two popsicle sticks to represent the Towers would look cool....if unavailable just use two larger sized fast burning candles.
  • Make sure cake is decorated with lots of plastic firemen and rescue workers (no dinosaurs)'ll give it a nice realistic touch.
  • Invitations could be made on mock-up Cantor-Fitzgerald stationary
  • Party favors could include toy cell phones (pretend you're calling your loved ones!), bags of dust to throw on clothes, funny 'I'm Looking For So And So' flyers to attach to telephone poles, little 3 seconds audio clips of folks saying "Holy Fucking Shit", box cutters, bags of confetti to throw during 'the collapse' part of the party.
  • Make sure you get a megaphone so someone can act out George Bush's inspiring speech at Ground Zero.
  • Music should include all of those downer songs by Springsteen and pals. (No Dixie Chicks)
  • Food should only be burgers, hot dogs, and apple pie.
  • Beverages should only be Coca-Cola
  • Transportaion should be provided by Chevrolet.
  • Conversation topics should be limited to: "Kill the Towel-Heads" and "Kill the Sand-Niggaz"
  • Party Games might include: Shock and Aweopoly, Pin the Bomb on the Martyr, Hide the WMDs, etc.

This is just a partial checklist. Just random ideas to get you thinking about your own party.

Be Creative! Be Unique!

But most of solemn and reflective and sad.

Friday, September 07, 2007

It was unusual, Pussycat.

So all during this past week they've (some guys) been doing some construction next to my store. Digging. Jackhammering. Sweating. Paving. Piping. You stuff.

So anyhow, yesterday they're just about done and all of a sudden they put a Tom Jones cd on and start BLARING Tom for all within a city block to hear. 'What's New Pussycat' 'It's Not Unusual' 'and on and on.

And then the six or eight of them started singing. And half ass dancing. And clowning around.

And it was around 5:00 and folks were starting to come home from work and the street was filled with folks looking at these clowns and smiling. And laughing. And the workers were flirting with the gals and the gals were flirting back. And Tom Jones continued to fill the air with hit after hit.

And for one glorious half an hour there was joy in the world. Or at least one city block. It was almost like that opening scene in the first Austin Powers movie. Except with Tom Jones singing.

It was good.

Point of the story?

Tom Jones is still one cool dude. So cool, I even tossed my panties at the construction workers.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

The Clever Church

So I'm coming to work this morning and see this sign on a church:


Just another in a long list of reasons I don't go to church.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

The guy with the best sense of humor in the world.

He coined the word:


And he's still plaughing.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Possibly the best news EVER.

Everybody has a flaw.

Wifey has one that kinda drives me nuts.

She's a great cook but hates to bake. HATES. TO. BAKE.

To me baking sounds a lot like cooking. Not really sure what the difference is.

But I think I know what the difference is to Wifey. Wifey don't be liking the baked goods. Is she a retard? Probably not. But she aint a fan of the baked goods (she's gotta be a 'tard, correct?) and tends not to bake much.

So where is possibly the best news ever as the title of today's blog suggests?

It seems there is gonna be a bakery built about 100 yards from my house. A bakery. Filled with baked goods. For me. To eat. Whenever I want.

Good thing Wifey likes to walk, huh?

Saturday, September 01, 2007

This may or may not have happened

As you know, my buddy Hoagy lives in a lean-to and pretty much just feeds the raccoons and bears all day. Lots of time to ponder cool.

His new 'thing' is cigars on buddy nite.

And I play along.

So anyhow....a few weeks ago we're having dinner out on this patio of a resturant and after we're all done Hoag asks the waitress if it's okay if we light up a couple of cigars. Here is how that conversation went.

HOAG: "S'okay if we light up a couple of stoogies?"

WAITRESS: "I'm sorry sir but you can't, it's against state law"

HOAG: "But we're outside..."

WAITRESS: "I'm sorry sir but it's still against state law to smoke on the premises of a restaurant."

HOAG: "What would happen if we lit 'em up anyhow?"

WAITRESS: "I'd have to get the manager."

HOAG: "What would he do if we kept smokin' 'em?"

WAITRESS: "He'll call the police."

HOAG: "What if we shoot and kill the policemen?"

WAITRESS: :::blinks:::

HOAG: "Listen Sister, why don't you just save the lives of two cops and let us smoke these puppies?"

WAITRESS: "Would you like some more wine or dessert or something....maybe an ashtray?"


Like I said....this may or may not have happened.

Friday, August 31, 2007

The Friday Game

Here are your letters:


Bonus points if it's political.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

That US Senator that was in the news this week

I think he was from Idaho or Utah or one of those other un-important states.

To sum up his story:

He was sitting in a stall in a public bathroom and tapped his foot against the guy in the stall next to him as a way to 'flirt' or something. Some kinda signal for sex. It was a cop, he got arrested, pleaded guilty, and is now claiming he did nothing wrong blah blah blah. (If you need more info read up on it.)

The point of today's blog is not if he is or isn't gay. Or his morals. Or his party affliation. Blah Blah Blah..

The point is when the heck did a filth encrusted public toilet become a sexy spot? Never EVER in my life have I ever thought to pick up chicks in a public bathroom. It's very limited. It's dirty. It's noisy.

Though I suppose if I looked down and saw a size 6 red stilletto heel under the stall next to me I might be tempted to tap it with my foot. Or something.

And then I'd ask The Hoag where he got the size 6 red stilletto heels.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Being a good parent

Before you have kids you always wonder if you'll be a good parent.

And then you have kids and wonder:

::am i a good parent, am i a good parent, am i a good parent::

And you think this when they're babies.

And when they're toddlers

And when they get to school age

::am i a good parent, am i a good parent, am i a good parent::

And then they become teenagers.

::am i a good parent, am i a good parent, am i a good parent::

And then today your youngest starts her first day of senior year in high school and she's wearing a Christopher Walken t-shirt and you KNOW deep in your heart you've been a great parent.

You've taught them well.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Stop being clever. Please.

I'm am so sick of companies trying to be 'clever'.

Just tell me what it is and how much it ccosts. No small print. No gimmicks.

I just saw a Home Depot van sporting the large ad on the side that said: YOU CAN RENT ME HOURLY. ONLY $19.00 FOR 75 MINUTES.

Clever, huh?


If it just said '$19.00 per hour' I would understand. Now if I want to rent said van I have to read all the small print cuz they're 'clever'

Who the heck rents a van for a 75 minute hour anyhow?

The 75 minute hour might also explain why Wifey looks way older than me....

Monday, August 27, 2007

Because you demanded it!

The Beatles Game now has it's own's over there on the right. Click the link.

And now back to IANO:

I'm having a nice grilled Rib-Eye Steak on Saturday and I notice on a bottle of A-1 Sauce that it proclaims 'used in 9 out of 10 steakhouses'

Sounds reasonable.

But then I think about it. And then I do the math.

So they basically are saying that 900 out of 1000 steakhouses use A-1 Sauce.

Which then means that 100 out of 1000 steakhouses DON'T use A-1 sauce???!!! That's just crazy. What kinda retard steakhouse wouldn't have A-1 Sauce??

Are their steaks just so good that NOBODY ever asks for A-1??


Dear Retard SteakHouses,

Get some A-1.

Everybody on Planet Earth

Friday, August 24, 2007

Pretentious bloggers.

Don't ya just hate when some self-important blogger starts droning on about how he has 'writers block' and can't think of anything to write about so then he ends up writing about 'writers block' like anybody really gives a fuck what this ass has to say.

"Ohhh look at me how clever I am...I have writer's block yet I'm filling up space and building up word counts"

Nobody cares. Take a week off. A month. A year. Jerk.

Writer's block...yeah, right. Like that exists.

Hope you don't have 'writer's block' when it's pouring rain cuz you might 'hydroplane' into a brickwall or something.

Tsunamis, Bush, the Beatles, Food, Hoag,TV,Food, Wifey, Kids, the 1970s, Bill Murray, crocs, Goofy,Cankles,9/11, Twenty five tips for a flat belly, Regis, Hitler, Food,Hot chicks, Jews, Fried Dough The Red Sox,....'writers block'....bunch of losers.

There is plenty to write about. PA-LEN-TEE.

(I can't think of anything to write about today.)

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Feces on the Toothbrush

So last week I'm talking to this close friend of mine and somehow the subject of toothbrushes comes up and she informs me that she doesn't put her toothbrush in the toothbrush holder....she puts it in a drawer.

She tells me how unsanitary it is to just leave a toothbrush out in the open because of all the feces that flys around in a bathroom.

I didn't argue. Just nodded and changed the subject.

Flying feces??? What the hell is SHE doing in her bathroom that makes the feces fly??? My feces don't fly. Your feces don't fly. But somehow HER feces flys (and apparently lands on her toothbrush.)

I guess if that happened to me I'd put my toothbrush in a drawer. Or a large feces proof safe. Or something.

Now just for the sake of discussion let's pretend that you're a flying the toothbrush really the place you want to land?

I'm guessing if I was a flying feces I'd land on a bar of soap and clean myself up. Afterall, it's buddy nite tonight.

(Have we ever done Imagine if the Beatles sang about feces...?)

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

How the Viet Cong make my life better.

Sounds weird, huh?

What you are about to read is true. All of it. I swear on the life of one of my kids (but not the other one...just in case)

So how do the Viet Cong make my life better? First off who are the Viet Cong? In simple terms they were the 'bad guys' during the Vietnam War. If you need more information go buy a book. No...not Harry a book on the Viet Cong.

So anyhow:

Late at night I turn the lights off and sometimes watch TV and usually forget which is the channel button and which is the volume button.

This is where the Viet Cong come in.

You see, the volume button is on the left of the remote and the channel buttons are on the right.

Volume=Viet. Channel=Cong. Viet=Left. Cong =Right.

V=Volume AND Viet.
C=Channel and Cong.

See? It's a simple way of remembering. I'll be on the couch, in the dark, and I'll need to turn up the Volume....I say 'VIET CONG' and then I know the Volume is on the left. I say 'VIET CONG and then I know the channel button is on the right.

I'm just glad we weren't at war with the Volume Channels.

(sometimes i just think: 'the volume is on the left')

Monday, August 20, 2007

Worst marketing EVER!

So this morning I'm walking to the post office (I need to post something) and I walk by the costume shop (It's a shop that sells and rents costumes) and in the window was a sign that proclaimed:

'COSTUMES, $75.00 and under.'

Dumbest. Sign. Ever.

Most costume shops would find their lowest priced costume and then advertise it as: 'Costumes, $1.00 and up.'

By the way....the lowest priced costume was a Durwood Kirby for $5.95.

(I'm lying. I just wanted folks to google Durwood Kirby.)

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Is anybody really surprised? (vote for Rudy G.)

>>>>LITTLE ROCK, Ark. (Aug. 18) - A law passed this year allows Arkansans of any age - even infants - to marry if their parents agree, and the governor may have to call a special session to fix the mistake, lawmakers said Friday. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Friday, August 17, 2007

Help Wanted

So this morning I see a help wanted sign in the window of a Dunkin' Donuts and it says:

"Pour America's #1 coffee."

A few things came to mind.

1. Are donuts no longer part of the job qualifications?

2. If they don't hire you, should you just shoot yourself?'re not qualified to pour coffee.

3. Where does one learn how to pour coffee BEFORE they apply for said job?

The reasoning behind today's blog?

I was gonna goof on the three dead miners that tried to 'rescue' the six probably dead miners but thought it more fun to make fun of coffee pouring dolts.

I'm pretty sure at least ONE of the dead miners could pour coffee.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Homegrown terrorism

There is a report out today about 'Homegrown terrorists' and what they do and where they hang out.

Some of the places listed on where they might hang out:

Internet cafes

College campuses

Coffee shops

Pooka bars

'Where cab drivers hang out' (I'm not making that up)



Dear FBI,

Check the pooka bars first. Just a hunch.


And the mosques second.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Uncle Ryan


My name is Steve and I own a small store. I started it and have had it for 24 years.

So anyhow....yesterday this 'mom' was walking with her kid and stopped in front of my shop and proclaimed:

"This is your Uncle Ryan's store, he's had it for a long, long time."

I hope she gets the Bad Cancer.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Wacky Wednesday

So today is Tuesday and I need gas so I pull into the gas station (that's where people with cars get gas) and I notice a sign proclaiming that 'WEDNESDAY IS WACKY WEDNESDAY! 6 CENTS OFF PER GALLON'

But it's Tuesday and I fill up....13 gallons. I realize at that moment that had I waited until WACKY WEDNESDAY I would have saved .78 cents.

78 cents.

That's wacky? 78 cents is WACKY?

Rip Taylor is wacky. Michael Jackson is wacky. Tom Cruise is wacky.

78 cents? Wacky? I don't think so.

At the same station they have 6 cents off on Monday's....they call that MANIC MONDAY.....which of course is just wacky.



Monday, August 13, 2007

You'll see this bullet a mile away.

So we come home from a friends last night and Wifey goes into the 'family room' to turn on the TV while I go in the 'living room' to check emails and talk with my daughter (who is on computer).

Here is what you need to know:

1. The tuner on the TV in the 'family room' is a bit glitchy and you have to wiggle a cable in the back for a bit until the picture and sound comes on.

So anyhow I hear Wifey wigglin' the cable (sounds dirty , huh?) and I can hear this loud crackling static that usually happens until the cable is in the proper I say to my daughter:

ME: "I'll give it 20 seconds until she swears"

DAUGHTER: ::nods:: basically ignores me.

ME: "one, two, three...

TV IN FAMILY ROOM: ::KrackleStaticKrackleKrackle::

DAUGHTER:: :::mesmorized by computer::

ME: "four, five, six, seven, eight....:::"

TV IN FAMILY ROOM: :::KrackleStaticKrackleStatic::

ME: "nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,::

DAUGHTER:: ::Mesmorized by computer::

ME: "fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen..."

TV IN FAMILY ROOM: ::KrackleStaticKrackleStatic::

ME: "Nineteen, twent..."


ME AND DAUGHTER:: ::laughter....looks at each other....stronger laughter.....LAUGHTER!!! MORE LAUGHTER!!!!"

TV IN FAMILY ROOM: ::the clear sound of perfect reception and volume::

Moral of the story?

Making fun of Wifey with a daughter is better than a trip to DisneyWorld.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Composite blogger

So this thick cankled croc n' capri wearing hot pregnant broad comes in selling me some stuff. She looks like a cross between Tiger Woods and Hillary Clinton. Smells perfumed like The Hoag.

So anyhow, she starts walking through my store singing Beatles songs and munching on crispy hexagons and offering them to her retard son when all of a sudden these 6 nearly dead filthy douchebag miners come in and start digging through my wares.

{and now you gentle reader can finish the rest of this story all composity bloggery like}

And then George Bush and Hitler did something great and all was well.

Thursday, August 09, 2007


In the news this week is the story of some miners trapped, possibly dead, in a mine somewhere in Utah.

After a day or two of praying, a group of people (probably women) showed up and spelled out the word HOPE using votive candles.

A couple of things:

1. They are stupid....the spelling out of words with candles usually does no good.

2. They will probably somehow be responsible for some votive miners in some other part of the world getting trapped in a votive mine while trying to replenish the ever diminishing votive supply.

It's kinda like the Butterfly Effect....everytime a votive candle flickers in Utah a miner in Finland dies.

Or something.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

The Home Run Queen

So Berrie Bonds finally breaks the most coveted record in all of sports.

So what does the douche say after breaking said record?

He says:

"I'll never forget this day."

Well, duh.

You stupid cheating fool. Did you think that maybe in like three weeks time all of a sudden you'd forget it? Did you think that we would think you'd forget it? What a jerk.

I'm now hoping you get The Alzheimers and forget.

(when I was like 12 years old I won a watermelon eating contest and I still remember it. And I didn't cheat.)

I hope I don't get The Alzheimers...cuz watermelon is worth remembering.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Yet another Mass Turnpike story

So the other day I pull up to the toll booth and I get one of the best looking of toll takers. Gorgeous cocoa colored skin, full collagen filled lips, cool looking hair, good figure, etc...

So she's making my change and exchanging small talk when I decide I need to tell her who she looks like.

(Why can't I just learn to keep my big mouth shut?)

She hands me my change and then I say:

ME: "Hey! You know who you look like?"

HER: ::smiles:: "No...who?"

ME: "You look like Tiger Woods!"

HER: ::smile leaves:: "Tiger is a man"

ME: " didn't mean it that way....I meant you look like him if he was a girl."

CARS BEHIND ME: ::honkhonkhonk::

ME: "Have a great day." ::drives off::

Point of the story?

I don't think Tiger is all that attractive as a man....but he makes a hot chick.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Gowns for all occasions.

A few minutes ago I was walking up the street from the post office and noticed a sign in the window of the neighborhhod florist.

It read:

'Now selling gowns for all occasions.'

And of course I thought to myself...heck, I'm going to the Red Sox game next week, I wonder what kinda gown I should wear?

And what about Buddy Nite? Should I wear a different one than Hoag wears? Should I try and match what the Blonde wears?

What kinda gown does one wear while doing yardwork?

And work...crap, do I need a different gown for each day or should I just have 6 of the same gown? Maybe with my name stiched on it?

It's tough being a guy with all of these gown decisions to make.

Friday, August 03, 2007

My new favorite news story

Especially the part where he kicks the cop (wouldn't he fall down?) :

NEW PORT RICHEY, Florida (Aug. 3) - A man with no arms and one leg who would not stop driving despite a long list of traffic violations was sentenced to five years in prison Friday on the latest charges.

Michael Francis Wiley, 40, also was sentenced to 15 years of drug offender probation. He pleaded no contest in June to a variety of felony driving and drug charges. "I'd just like to say I know what I did was wrong," Wiley said in court Friday. "I am truly sorry your honor. I am." Wiley taught himself to drive after losing both arms and a leg in an electrical accident when he was 13. He has already spent more than three years in prison for habitually driving without a license, kicking a state trooper and other charges. He once had a valid license, but it has now been suspended several times since 1985, according to his attorney. He starts the car with his toes, shifts with his knee and steers with the stump of his left arm. He turns on the lights with his teeth.

Why the Red Sox are better than the Yankees.

(Easiest blog I've ever had the pleasure to write)

1. Red Sox do not suck. Yankees do.

2. Yankees play in a 'House That Ruth Built"...The Red Sox play in a place built by men using steel and brick.

3. Red Sox have Mike Lowell. The Yankees have a guy named Whore-hey.

4. The Red Sox smell of victory. The Yankees smell of stank.

5. The Red Sox have a magic number of 47 (I think)....The Yankees smell of stank.

6. The Red Sox ownership is young and vibrant. The Yankees have a doddering old fool behind the curtain.

7. The Red Sox support the Jimmy Fund and hope to find the cure for cancer. The Yankees spike their stadium food with cancer causing hot doggyness.

8. The Red Sox love kittens. The Yankees love stank.

9. The Red Sox are 8 games up. The Yankees are 8 games back.

10. Nothing for #10.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

"Where is that confounded bridge?"

Some of my random thoughts on the bridge collapse in Minnesota.

1. Reporters are stupid. I actually heard them say the follwing:

"There will be some deaths and fatalities."

"The bridge collapsed one hour ago...two hours ago in Minnesota, as they are on Central Time."

2. It must be really important because Matt Lauer from the Today Show is there wearing blue jeans, an unbuttoned collar, and he has a five o'clock shadow.

3. They claim it's not terrorism, but don't you find it odd that on the 1st year anniversary of the TWIN Towers falling, a bridge falls in the TWIN Cities? Into the Mississippi....which has three sets of TWIN letters? That ain't just a coincidence.

4. All the networks have named the collapse. Here are some of them:

a) Mayhem on The Mississippi

b) Catastrophe on the River

c) Tragedy in the Twin Cities

d) Bridge on the River Cry (I just made that one up)

5. In the next week you will hear the word 'infrastructure' more than you'll hear the word 'the' fact, we should play a drinking game. Everytime you hear the word 'infrastructure' have a drink....

6) I'm already sick of the bald, blood splattered guy that looks like a wrestler. I wish he had died.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

I'm not sure if this is important.

But I must share anyhow. It might be nothing. It might be THE thing.

I had a little plastic bag filled with Ritz Toasted Chips (cheddar flavor) and by accident I left said bag on top of my laptop computer while I pretended to do some work. Until snack time.

When the snack bell rang I went over to where I had left the Ritz Toasted Chips (cheddar flavor) and saw them sitting on my keyboard. And then I opened the bag. And pulled out a Ritz Toasted Chip (cheddar flavor) and popped it into my mouth.

And it was warm...borderline hot. And it was AWESOME! I invented a Toasted Toasted Chip. And it was awesome.

I did not invent it's awesome cheddar taste or it's Ritzy-ness.

Moral of the story?

Laptops are the new hot plates

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

This is not a discussion about George Bush

Think what you want about him, missing WMDs, and his Iraq stuff, I don't much care. It ain't the point of today's blog.

What I do find kinda interesting, is that over the weekend in Iraq their soccer team won some big Asian championship or something and out into the streets poured hundreds of thousands of happy Iraqi's screaming and shooting know, just like when something pisses them off.

That's not the point either.

The point is that that Iraq is a free country.

Filled with bloodshed and carnage...maybe. But they're free. They can spill out into the streets and go bananas when their soccer team wins.

So think what you want about the loss of dozens of lives over there the last few years, but the right to go nuts when YOUR team wins is worth fighting for.


Monday, July 30, 2007

The madness HAS to stop.

It's amazing this has gone on for as long as it has. It's disgusting !

We should be up in arms protesting!

There should be billboards and commercials demanding it's end !

Are we savages? Are we blind to the horror? Can we just continue to turn away?

Michael Moore should be making staged documentaries about it !

Reverand Al should be bringing up the inherent racism behind it all !

Anderson Cooper should be putting a gay slant on it !

It's only a matter of time before my darling wife sides with the enemy and conforms to their evil ways !

It's time to ban those crappy Croc shoes now! They're ugly! They're stupid! They make you look fat! They're plastic!

And don't get me going on the broads that wear them with capri pants. I might explode.

Or something.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Still more things that weren't quite blog worthy

The following items didn't quite have enough ooomph for an entire blog devoted to them.

1. This morning I saw one of my favorite customers outside of an eye doctors place....I rolled down my window and yelled out at him: "Hey you big are ya?" he turned around and I realized it wasn't one of my customers. I never saw him before. I'm guessing he was a sissy.

2. The mensa man that named Planet Earth, Planet Earth.. All of the other planets have cool names....Saturn! Mercury! Jupiter! etc....but this genius named the greatest of the planets after dirt. Planet Dirt. I'm guessing he was a sissy.

3. The waitress that ALMOST took a bribe from me and Hoag last night for some artwork on the wall of a restaurant. Had she sold us the art I would have had a story. And some cool art. But she was a sissy and didn't go thru with the deal.

4. About a year ago I did a blog about losers who BUY ringtones for their cell phones. Well, guess what? I bought a ringtone for my cell phone. I'm COOL! LOOK AT ME!!! LOOK AT ME WITH MY CLEVER RINGTONE! $2.99 and I'm cool. I'm probably really a sissy. With a cool ring tone. Call me.

5. I'm reading a book and in it it tells what the 'perfect' bowel movement should look like. The book aint the new Harry Potter. That's for sissies.

6. I came home last night and went upstairs and Wifey was sound asleep but with the Red Sox on the TV. I wonder which one of her lovers was their before I got home? Probably the sissy.

7. I think I tricked you all....I just did a blog about sissies. And I only mentioned Hoagy once.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

"I'm sexy...not like they say!"

There is a fairly nice restaurant within walking distance of my house. So a few weeks ago I was there by myself while Wifey was away with the kids. On the way back I had to walk thru the parking lot out back to get home and I noticed how beautifully landscaped it was. Nicely groomed rolling hills. Trees. Nice lighting fixtures. Attractive fencing.

And a few private areas. (uh-oh)

So anyhow, when Wifey gets back home I mentioned how nice it is back there and that some night on our stroll back home (we stroll) we should find one of those nice areas and make sweet love out in the know, in the parking lot. She laughed and then the commercial was over and we went back to TV and we didn't bring it up again.

For a while.

So then this ex-neighbor that we haven't seen in five years came by to visit, and when she saw the back of the neighborhood resturant she said:

EX NEIGHBOR: "You should be careful....all the kids in the neighborhood are gonna be having sex out here."

Then Wifey told her of my grand scheme and they both laughed at me.


When a commercial comes on the TV weigh the merits of the mentioned product and keep your childish sex fantasies to yourself. And don't go to that restaurant on Buddy Nite.

Monday, July 23, 2007

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If I Had Three Wishes

First I wish for for $750,000.

No wait, make it $1,000.000

Wait, forget that.


"Your wishes have been granted."


Sunday, July 22, 2007

Hit me with an anvil and call me Gramps.

I'm officially old.

An old man trapped in a young mans body.

This morning I drove at least ten miles on the Mass Turnpike with my left directional on.

I hope I die on the way home and spare everyone me soiling my jeans.

Unless I soil them with McDonalds apple that case I hope I live.

Cuz I want pie.

Friday, July 20, 2007

If I Was In Charge Of The Boston Red Sox

1. First off, I'd saddle up all of these grandmas and ship their asses out of Boston.

2. Then I'd take that Coney Island Maniac, Julian Tavares, and put him in the bullpen. He would be replaced by Kason (when the Schill comes back)

3. Then I'd take Wily Mo Pena and stick a ballpeen hammer in his eye (actually I'd just trade his butt to Baltimore for Kevin Millar)

4. The hitting coach? The Red Sox have a hitting coach? I hadn't noticed.

5. JD Drew? First I'd get him some new summer dresses and see how that works. If that does no good maybe I'd just have him get his vagina cleaned or whatever the heck it is they do to mens vaginas.

6. Lugo? Kidney punch!

And those are my 6 surefire ways of jump starting this pathetic excuse for a baseball team.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

It's make up a new catchphrase day today!

Not really.

But were gonna anyhow.

1. "It's like doin' the dishes!"

2. "I'll pops ya one!"

3. "The Alamo....that's all I'm sayin'"

4. "Ta-ta, Black Sheep."

5. "Coney Island Maniac!"

6. "Pig in a Blanket"

7. "He went all Captain Kirk"

8." Verizon be lie-zin !"

(That's all I've got)

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Possibly another phone rant.

So the other day I'm on Verizon's website looking at phones and they have this wonerful site.

Easy to browse. Clear cut instructions. Good overview of all phones and service plans. And on and on.

But then they have this feature where you click on the phone you want and it gives the dimensions of said phone and even has a little 3-d like thing where the phone spins around 360 degrees so you can see all the sides of it. Good so far, correct?

Then it has a little thing you click on where you can compare it's size to items you KNOW what the size is.

For example:
They show the phone next to a standard deck of playing cards. Bingo! You know just what that phones size will be in relation to a deck of cards. Good feature to have on a website, correct?

Then they show the same phone next to a pad of Post-It you know what you phones size will be next to a pad of Post-It Notes.


There are dozens and dozens of sizes of pads of Post It Notes. It helps not one iota.

But of course a genius like me just looks at the dimensions of said phone and understands exactly what size of Post-It Notes he needs to buy.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

It's my phone number. It's what you asked for.

I'm filling out this online order the other day and 'they' asked for my phone number.

So I typed in my phone number. 1-111-111-1111. 1 followed by area code followed by 7 digit number. 11 numbers total. You know....a phone number.

So after I get done filling out this long and tedious order,the online form pops back up telling me my phone number is incorrect.

Well, guess what? They are incorrect. I typed in the correct number the first time, but I typed it in this time leaving out the first 1. For no real reason.


So now my correct phone number is 111 (area code) 111-1111 (the the 7 digit 'regular number')

Now if you dial that 111-111-1111 the operator comes on and says you need to dial a one before the number.


Spell it out for us retards okay? Cuz when someone asks for my phone number I should read their brainac like mind and leave out one digit. Because when someone asks for your phone number what they REALLY want is a partial phone number.

I hate you Verizon! And your bitch cousins, Cingular and AT &T.

(Though I feel kinda sorry for Sprint and Nextel)

And next time those dicks ask where I live I'm just gonna type in America. Cuz that's probably what they meant, correct?

Monday, July 16, 2007

Imagine if the Beatles were baseball fans...

Back in the 1960s there was a popular rock and roll band in England called the Beatles.

Imagine if they were Americans and sang about baseball...THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN HUGE IN AMERICA!

Here are a few of their possible songs:

1. All My Glovin'

2. Back in The ALCS

3. Eleanor Remdawg

4. Let it Be Foul

5. Say Hey Jude!

6. Leave My Mitt Alone

7. Denny Laine

8. Eight Games a Week

9. The Ballad of John and Coco

10. The Long and Winding Dusty Rhodes

11. Why Don't We Do It On A Roadtrip

12. I Wanna Be Your Manny

Saturday, July 14, 2007

An open letter to serial killers.

Dear Serial Killers,

What the hell is going on with you guys? You've been slacking BIG TIME in the creative department lately.

Which one of you losers is gonna step up to the plate and be the next Son of Sam, the next Ted Bundy, the next Zodiac?

Bunch of sissies.

Come on, start hacking some folk up and leave clues! Taunt the police! Have a theme! Get a catchy nickname! Travel the country leaving a trail of carnage in your wake!

You can do it!