Bing!

So I bought a new computer last night.

As I was setting it up it asked if I wanted to set BING as my default search engine.

So I googled BING.

I decided not to make BING my default search engine.

As the rest of Planet Earth has also done.

I'm not making this up about the Spanish accent lady.

SPANISH ACCENT LADY: "Do you know where there is a Chinese store around here?"

ME: "Nope."

SPANISH ACCENT LADY: "The store that sells the Chinese hair?"

ME: "Nope."

SPANISH TALKING LADY: "Are you new on the street?"

ME: "Yes."

Rubber rats (and liquor)

So a Chinese guy just came in the shop.

It's not important to the story that he was Chinese.

Here is the conversation:

CHINESE GUY: "Do you have any plastic snakes or rubber rats?"

ME: "I don't have any plastic snakes but I do have this one rubber rat."

:::shows him rubber rat:::

CHINESE GUY: "No, that won't do. It's too big."

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The rubber rat was the size of a real rat.

Observation (lie) from the 84 year old women.

This old lady comes in my shop.

Here is the conversation.


LADY: "I've never seen so much stuff in my entire life!"

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Records

CUSTOMER: "Do you buy records?"

ME: "Sure, what kind do you have?"

CUSTOMER: "Vintage ones."

What was it? It was a bar fight? It was a bar fight. Tonight was a bar fight. It was a bar fight.

The Small Piano (or should I call this: The guy that talked like Latka)

So a guy just ran into my shop and asked me a question.

He sounded like Latka.

He was a bit out of breath.

Here is the conversation:

LATKA: "Do you have any small pianos ::pantpantpant::?"

ME: ""Nope, all sold out."

LATKA: "Thank you very much."

ME: "Thank you."

The Letter G

Today I was determined to write the whole blog with nothing but words that begin with the letter G.

Then I decided it would be funnier not to use any words that begin with the letter G.

Thank you.

The one on the left forgot to wear her 'I eat way too much butter' sign.

Especially cute.

So I was reading this article about some super cute polar bear cub.

In the article it tried to explain what makes something especially cute.

Here is part of the article:


////Interestingly, research has uncovered the facial features that make something especially cute: big eyes. Big cheeks. Big forehead.////


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Here is Clint Howard.

Especially cute.

Lions in the fire

So a customer calls the other day and asks if I have something.

Here is the conversation:

ME: "You should stop down and look thru my inventory. I have a bunch of what you're looking for."

CUSTOMER: "I can't this week, I have way too many lions in the fire right now."

ME: "You mean irons in the fire?"

CUSTOMER: "Nope, too many lions in the fire."

ME: "Okay. Thank you."

I love me some fresh Homo

I'm also a fan of fresh grap leaves.

(This was a few doors down from Buddy Nite restaurant)

Cookies

So a guy was just in here and he saw me eating a cookie.

Here is the conversation that followed:

ME: "Would you like a cookie?"

HIM: "What kind of cookie?"

ME: "Sugar cookie."

HIM: "I don't like sugar cookies."

ME: "Then Buddy, you don't like cookies."

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So to sum up:

I should have called him Chief.

Steve Jobs

So last night Wifey and I watched a PBS special on Steve Jobs (We didn't actually watch it ON Steve Jobs, it was about Steve Jobs)

Anyhow...

So we watch the documentary and the split second it was over we had this conversation:

ME: "So what did you think?"

WIFEY: "About what?"

Getting ready for New Years Eve

WIFEY: "Wear that new shirt I got you."

ME: "I don't think so."

WIFEY: "Why not?"

ME: "It's too Elvis-ie."

WIFEY: "It's not too Elvis-ie."

ME: "The collar is all Elvis-ie."

WIFEY: "It's not all Elvis-ie."

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So I wear the shirt.

In hindsight it wasn't Elvis-ie at all.

Sometimes a shirt is just a shirt.

Happy New Year.

So I get to work a few minutes ago (I work New Years day)

I pull into my parking space out back.

"Out Back" is a small parking lot and my dumpster.

Next to my dumpster was a pile of peanut shells on the ground.

It hit me that there was some guy out there at midnight last night eating peanuts next to my dumpster and ringing in the New Year.

Happy New Year, Peanut Lovin' Hobo!

Wifey 2:30 Driveway Trash Elbow Slippers Ralph Fiennes

Recently Wifey told me that before I say or do anything that I should check with her first.

Seems I don't have a good internal edit function.

Or something.

Keep that in mind.

And now the story begins.

Last night around 2:30am I hear this CRASH! SMASH! BOTTLES A BREAKIN'! coming from across the street. I then hear tires squealing and a car pulling away.

I look out the window and see trash all strewn about on my neighbors driveway.

My 2:30 in the morning brain told me it was a college prank done to the neighbors college aged son.

Should I go out at 2:30am and clean up the mess? There was quite a bit of trash (the after Christmas trash is always a lot)

Should I call the neighbor and let him know?

I decided not to do either. Cleaning up the trash at 2:30am would probably wake up lots of people. I went back to bed. Back to sleep.

I get up around 7:30. Go downstairs.

I ask Wifey if she saw the mess across the street. She did.

I tell her about the noise of the car speeding away.

It's 7:30 in the morning and now I feel guilty about not cleaning up the trash.

I tell Wifey to text the neighbors. She does.

She also offers her help in cleaning up the mess.

They decline.

I then tell Wifey that I'm going to go over and clean it up.

She tells me not to. People don't want other people looking through their trash.

I agree.

I then see Dave the Neighbor in his driveway starting to clean up.

Did I mention that I usually goof on Dave the Neighbor? Did I mention the practical jokes we've done on each other?

It's killing me. His driveway is filled with trash and I have to stay inside.

The jokes flying thru my brain are hurting me.

I have to go out. Not to help.

I say to Wifey "I'm going to help!"

She again says no.

I run upstairs and put on my pants.

I'm going over. Not to help.

I open my front door and yell across the street "YOU SLOB! CLEAN UP THAT MESS!!"

(Clever, huh?)

Dave the Neighbor can't really hear what I'm saying.

I put on some slippers, I decide I'm gonna fly down the three steps at my front door, down my brick walkway, and across the lawn to goof on him!

I take the three steps with ease.

I hit the brick walkway.

The ice-covered brick walkway.

Aptly named slippers get no traction. I fly in the air. I crash down like Dave the Neighbors trash.

My head smashes on a decorative metal milk urn we keep at bottom of front stairs (Is the milk urn really all that decorative?), my elbow gets smashed on the brick.

I lay there.

Dave the Neighbor comes running over. Genuine concern.

"Don't move!"

I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a coma. Maybe a wheelchair.

Or maybe I just have a small cut on my elbow.

I get up. My head hurts. My elbow kills.

Blood on my t-shirt showing my manliness.

Wifey comes out.

I'm okay.

Dave the Neighbor thinks it was his newspaper delivery guy that crashed into his trash.

Dave the Neighbor goes back to his filthy driveway.

Wifey isn't yet aware that she has an "I told you so" hanging over my head.

My elbow still kills. It will probably prevent me from pitching for the Red Sox this year.

We go in the house.

Wifey has genuine concern for the whack I took on my head.

"Ralph Fiennes wife died a day or two after hitting her head. You should get that checked."

I'm a man. I don't need my head examined.

(I gave you all that line, do what you must with it)

Xmas Snippets 2011

Odd Gift for a Manly Man like me:

A paisely ironing board cover. Lots of purple in it. I love it!

I also got a lint brush. It wasn't purple.

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So I'm opening up a gift and it was a shirt. A rather flamboyant shirt. Lots of purple in it. Here is the conversation:

ME: "Are you sure this wasn't for Hoagy?"

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The following story isn't for the kids.

The other night me and The Hoag are out for Buddy Nite dinner, Christmas style.

Next to us was three drunken women and one REALLY drunken woman.

The REALLY drunken woman turned to us and said:

DRUNK SKANK: "Wow, you two are handsome! I just shaved my pussy!"

ME: "Thank you."

DRUNK SKANK: :::gesturing towards HOAGY::: "And you look like John Mayer!"

HOAGY: "Who is John Mayer?"

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MADDOG: "Did Wifey like the jam I gave her?"

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ME: "Don't even think about telling me what you want for Christmas next year...I've already got it picked out."

DAUGHTER: "It will be out-dated by then."

(It won't be)

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DAUGHTER: "If I need to get up at 4:00am I set my alarm for 1:00am so I know I can still sleep for three hours."

ME: "Tard."

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CHRISTMAS OBSERVATION:

In the movie 'It's a Wonderful Life', when they all start singing in the Bailey's house, why the hell does Bert the Cop have an accordian with him???

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We'll be back on Dec. 26th with CHRISTMAS SNIPPETS!

Annoying Voice Guy

ANNOYING VOICE GUY: "So when did Jackie Kennedy die?"

ME: "She died in 1994."

ANNOYING VOICE GUY: "How old was she?"

ME: "I think she was around 65."

ANNOYING VOICE GUY: "So she never made 80, huh?"

ME: "I don't think so."

ANNOYING VOICE GUY: "Wow, she never made 80."

ME: "Nope."

ANNOYING VOICE GUY: "How old was she when she died?"