Balls.

A woman in her late sixties came in my shop the other day. Here is that conversation.

WOMAN: "Hello...do you have balls?"

ME: "Yes....what kind are you looking for?"

WOMAN: "I want some nice ones that will fit in my hand."

ME: "How about these?" [I showed her my balls]

WOMAN: "No...those are a tad too small?"

ME: "Would you like some the size of a baseball?"

WOMAN: "That size but something more squeezable."

ME: "Nope....just these hard ones. Try the guy down at the Dollar Store...I'm sure he has some."

WOMAN: "That's a good idea! Thanks for your help."

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(I kept a straight face the whole time. )

The Leather Jacket.

In my shop I'm selling a leather jacket.

A guy came in the other day and started looking at it. Touching it. Asking about it.

Here is that riveting conversation:

GUY: "Is this a real jacket?"

ME: "Yes."

GLUTEN SUFFERING FRIENDS

I was away over the weekend and I saw this dude. So did thousands of other people as they walked by. Most people pretended he was invisible. I didn't.

I pulled out five bucks and showed it to him.

He nodded.

I asked if I could trade him the five dollars for a picture of him.

He nodded.

I've seen lots of bums in my day (::winkwink::) but I have never quite seen one with such a compelling sign.

Was it genius? Or not so genius?

I'm leaning towards genius and here's why...

I'm gonna assume that most women would be frightened by this creep...so regardless of what his sign said they wouldn't stop and give him spare change anyhow.

Now we have the other half of the population.

I'm thinking this homeless hobo makes some good money per day...it's just SOOOOOO wrong but yet somehow very funny.

SAVE THE WHALES? Not another glance.

FREE TIBET? Huh?

HELP OUR GLUTEN SUFFERING FRIENDS? Eh?

But SAVE CAMEL TOES????

Five bucks. Everytime.

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PS: My greatest fear about this whole episode is that my homeless hobo friend can't read and he asked some 'friend' of his to make the sign for him. (Homeless guy probably wanted his sign to read: HELP OUR GLUTEN SUFFERING FRIENDS)

Greatest practical joke ever? Possibly.

We'll call this story Mount Fuji because I don't know how to spell Mount Kilimanjaro

Sometimes at my shop people will ask to use the bathroom. The vast majority of them use it the way it's supposed to be used.

But I'm always on Bathrrom Alert after someone uses it. I'd hate for it to be gross when the next person goes in....so I always check it right after someone is done (after they leave the store, of course)

For some reason kids don't always flush the toilet.  I put that in the gross category.

How does a parent put up with a kid that doesnt flush? I don't want to see his urine!!

I especially don't want to see his poop.

And now here comes the story:

The other day a fat little cretin asked to use my bathroom. I said yes.

He went in and very quickly afterwards he was done.  WHEW!

No cleaning up a big potty for me.  But I checked the bathroom anyhow after he left.

The motherfucker left me a gigantic bowel movement in the toilet!

I looked at it. I was angry.

How does someone just leave that in my toilet???

Then I looked again. It was huge. I looked again.

I was shocked at what I saw....or should I say what I didn't see???

There was no toilet paper in the bowl!!!

He left me a Mount Fuji and he didnt use toilet paper!!!!!

Who does that?

I'll tell you who does that...Fat Little Cretins do that!!

RIP Lee Marshall...the voice of Tony the Tiger.

Sad news my friends.

I thought in his honor I'd re-blog a post from 2006.

It's under the dotted line.  It's G-R-R-R-REAT!


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In my lifetime I've met dozens of people and not one of them dislikes Kellogg's Sugar Frosted Flakes. And why would they dislike them? They're made of sugar, frost, and flakes. That my friends is a trifecta of perfection. No other food is as universally loved as the flake with the sugar and the frost. They're not just g-g-g-reat! They're a-a-a-a-awesome!

You put sugar and frost on just about anything and it instantly becomes better. You put sugar and frost on a flake and you have Sugar Frosted Flakes. And joy.

Show me a person that doesn't like Sugar Frosted Flakes and I'll show you John Kerry.

Show me a person that doesn't like Sugar Frosted Flakes and I'll show you a douchebag.

Show me a person that doesn't like Sugar Frosted Flakes and I'll show you retard.

Show me a person that doesn't like Sugar Frosted Flakes and I'll show you stupid.

Show me a person that doesn't like Sugar Frosted Flakes and I'll show you a Special K loving broad with a Thighroid problem.

Show me a person that doesn't like Sugar Frosted Flakes and I'll show you....you know...something.

Show me a person that doesn't like Sugar Frosted Flakes and I'll show you someone I just don't want to know.

(Brownies are pretty g-g-g-reat! also.)

Medicine Man

The doctor gave me some medicine the other day.

On the sheet of paper with all of the instructions and warnings it says:

'If vaginal itching should occur call doctor immediately.'

Trust me...if I get vaginal itching I'll be calling more than the doctor.