I'm so cool...I swear a lot in this post!

I was reading an article today about snack time at the White House.

The article featured the above picture.

A picture of a little boy in suit and a little girl in her cotillion dress.

(I hope those kids get bullied BIG TIME!)

But that's not why I'm writing.

I'm writing cuz it's SNACK TIME at The Fucking White House and the goddamn Obama's put out a fucking bowl of apples!!!

For snacks!!

I love apples, don't get me wrong...but for SNACK TIME??? At the White House???

And look at MOOchelle's giddy smile?

"I'm promoting healthy eating!"

FUCK OFF!

It's snack time at the Goddamn White House and you put out goddamn apples for kids.

They want candy.

Bush would have put out candy.

And not healthy candy.

Candy candy.

The one time those kids get to go to the fucking White House and they get fucking apples.

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(a special thanks to Cousin Saul for the term Moochelle)

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New Pope!

Pawn Store

GUY: "There used to be a pawn store around here...do you know where it is?"

ME: "They closed years ago."

GUY: "The man down the street said there is a pawn store right around here."

ME: "He's wrong."

GUY: "It's where the old pawn store used to be."

ME: "There was never a pawn store on this block."

GUY: "Yes there was...I've been in it!"

ME: "You've been in a pawn store here?"

GUY: "Yes, back when they sold videos."

ME:  "OH!!!! A Porn store!!!"

GUY: "Yes, that's what I said."

Menu Antics

Last night we went out to eat with another couple.

 

One of my favorite things to do in a restaurant is eat.

 

One of my other favorite things to do in a restaurant is to engage the waitress with stupid.

 

Here is the conversation after the waitress explained the specials.

 

 

WAITRESS:  "So if you have ANY questions about the menu just ask!"

 

ME: "Where did you get it printed?"

 

WAITRESS:  :::blinks:::

 



Mom's Junk Mail

My Mom died in 2004.

This past week I got some mail addressed to her.

On the envelope in BOLD letters it stated:

OPEN IMMEDIATELY...TIMELY MATERIAL.

I didn't open it.

 

The couple shown above died this morning on the way to the hospital to deliver their first baby.

 

The baby survived.

 

I'm guessing the picture was taken on their wedding day.

 

 

Three events.

 

 

One sad. (soon to be parents dead)

 

Two happy. (the wedding being one....the idea that the baby doesn't have to grow up and call this freak 'Dad' being the other.)

 

 

 

 



Making an old joke timely.

Two elephants are sitting in a bathtub.

The first elephant says to the other: "Please pass the soap."

The other elephant replies: "No pope, radio!"

The Devil didnt wear Prada at the Oscars

My top was made of the finest white cotton blends by H'anes of North Carolina.

My lower half was covered by a durable blue denim designed by L. Strauss of San Francisco.

Accessories by W'Ud Eva Wuz Layin'Rou'nd.

Fail to the Chief

So last week me and the Hoag go out for buddy nite.

We order a drink and start talking.

We are sitting there with our coats on for a bit. Hoag stands up and starts taking his jacket off.

He has a slight smirk on his face.

He puts the jacket on the back of chair and kinda turns around.

I BURST OUT LAUGHING!

Hard laughter in a crowded restaurant.

Hoag is wearing a sweater with the presidential seal embroidered over the breast area.

He's trying to be all nonchalant about it.

Nobody else for the next three hours said a word about it.

I just kept laughing. I'm picturing him golfing with Barack.

Maybe ya had to have been there....

It rhymes with Moffice Mee-po

So I need something for the shop.

I look online.

Their website keeps timing out on me so I decide to just call them and order on the phone.

Simple, right?

First I get the Computer Voice when I call.

I end up shouting at her prompts.

I hate her within seconds.

I get a real live person.

She asks my name.

She asks what she can do for me.

I tell her that I would like to order something.

She asks for my account number.

I tell her that I don't have an account number.

She tells me that she will check anyhow in case I forgot.

I assure her that I've NEVER had an account with them.

She tells me she will check anyhow.

I tell her that I will try somewhere else.

::slam::

Candy Bar Wrapper Instructions

I have a candy bar.

On the candy bar wrapper it has instructions on how to open it.

I'm pretty sure I would have figured it out without said instructions.

But that's not the funny part about this candy bar wrapper.

This candy bar wrapper has instructions on how to CLOSE said wrapper after opening it.

Hahahahahahahah! HA!

I don't be opening no candy bar wrapper to then want to close it.

I'm straight! Not like everybody says... like gay... I'm straight and I want respect!

So last night I went out to eat alone.

It was a place that me and Hoag used to go each week on Buddy Nite.

We were fairly well known there.

Anyhow...

I sit at the bar, order a drink and my food.

A few minutes go by when the friendly bartender/manager gal comes up to me to say hi.

(she was always nice to us)

Here is the conversation:

MAGGIE: "So how are things going?"

ME: "Things are well."

MAGGIE: "Where's your partner tonight?"

ME: "My 'partner' is at home with his wife."

MAGGIE: ::::befuddled::: "Oh, tell him I said Hi."

ME: "Okay."

Hitler is cute?

This morning I was shaving and noticed that my bed head hair looked like Hitler's.

So naturally I took out a black pocket comb and put it under my nose making a little Hitler 'stache for myself.

And then I did what any wannabe Hitler would do...I took out my iPhone and took a picture of myself looking like ol' Uncle Adolf.

Then I texted the picture to Wifey.

Here is here reply:

WIFEY: "Cute."

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So to sum up:

My goose-steppin' wife thinks Hitler is cute!!

Heil Hockey!

Heil Hockey!

RIP Reg (you made EVERYTHING groovy)

Planned Improv

 

So this guy comes in the other day to buy a gift.

 

He brings it to the counter.

 

Here is the conversation:

 

HIM: "Do you wrap?"

 

ME: "No...but I'd be happy to sing the blues."

 

HIM: "I get that."

 

ME: "I've had that line in the ready room for years."

Kate Winslet's nipples.

 

So we watched the movie THE READER last night.

 

Here is the conversation this morning:

 

 

ME: "Do you think Kate Winslet is attractive?"

 

WIFEY: "Yes, but I don't like her nipples."

 

ME: "What's wrong with her nipples?"

 

WIFEY: "They're kinda black."

 

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You'll have to google to see Kate Winslet's nipples...or watch the movie.

 

Or start dating her.

 

Or something.

Cah Wahshhh

 

So yesterday I pull up to the gas station/car wash and I fill up my tank with ethyl.

 

The sexy computer voice at the pump asks if I'd like a car wash today.

 

I push the button that says yes.

 

I love having a clean car in the middle of winter.

 

So I get back in car with my car wash code in hand and drive around to the car wash.

 

The sign says:

 

Car Wash Closed Today.

 

(It was wicked cold out)

 

 

THEN DON'T ASK ME IF I WANT A CAR WASH IF IT'S CLOSED, SEXY COMPUTER VOICE BITCH!

Stupid Bugles

 

 

So the other day Wifey asks me what I want at the grocery store.

 

Ice cream, Bugles, and Cheese Puffs I tell her.

 

Here is the conversation when I got home.

 

WIFEY: "I got your stupid Bugles."

 

ME: "They're not 'stupid' Bugles!"

 

WIFEY: "They are."

 

ME: "Did you get your stupid capers and stupid V-8 juice?"

 

WIFEY:  "Your stupid Bugles are bad for you!"

 

ME: "Bugles ain't bad for me! They are made from corn."

 

WIFEY:  "You're stupid."

 

ME: "You are."

 

WIFEY: "You are."

 

ME: "You are."

The Elephant in the Room

 

Lots of news reports this week about Michelle Obama and her new haircut.

 

SHE HAS BANGS!

 

She is a stylish first lady!

 

She's brought glamour back to the White House!

 

A trend-setting First Lady!!

 

 

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Let's cut thru the crap...she is a large (almost fat) beast of a woman.

 

Her face is wicked ugly.

 

She is a behemoth.

 

 

Though I have to agree about something...

 

 

She has bangs!!

NO PARKING ZONE

ME: "Hey buddy...you can't park there!"

HIM: "Yes I can...just not legally."

ME: "Nice!"

Today I review LINCOLN.

1) I was going to go to sleep in the theatre but I didn't want my snoring to wake up the other movie-goers.


2) I was praying that there was an assassin in the theatre and that he would shoot ME!


3) There was too much butter on my popcorn.


4) Nothing for #4


(Lincoln blows)

(Daniel Day-Lewis was pretty good)

(The wheelbarrow full of body parts was the best part of the movie)

Happy New Year and those banned word lists

Have you seen those banned word lists?

People think they are clever by 'banning' popular words or phrases that get overused.

Whatever!

Spoiler Alert!

Fiscal Cliff!

Poor Newtown!

etc etc etc


I think we should do the opposite.

We should overuse certain words or phrases.

Or something.

RIP General Norman Schwarzkopf

Thank you.

To the person that posted that picture of a single burning candle on Facebook.

It magically brought those twenty Sandy Hook kids back to life.

Worthless Toys

So two women just came in my shop.

One of them started looking through a bin of Beanie Babies (tm)

The other one speaks up.

BROAD: "Don't buy those...they are worthless."

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She then proceeded to buy a wallet made from Tyvek (tm)....the crap they use to make Federal Express envelopes.

I'm sure it will be worth a lot in the near future.

-----

I wish Beanie Babies were made of Tyvek.

Now I'm thinking about Vic Tayback.

I'm not sure why.

The Joe Biden Task Force

So it's a week after L'il Columbine and President Obama has decided to appoint Joe Biden to head up a 'Task Force' to study gun violence and to report back to him next month.

I'm not making that up.

Joe Biden has a Task Force.

Joe Biden's Task Force.

Let's take a look at a few of the early meetings of Joe Biden's Task Force.

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BOB: "So...ummmm....what should we do?"

JOE BIDEN: "Well, I have a Task Force. First off we're gonna need a snappy logo."

BOB: "Skull and crossbones...maybe a cryptic number...perhaps a few crossed swords. Lightning bolt?"

JOE BIDEN: "Hmmmm....crossed swords. I likey."


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BOB: "So what now?"

JOE BIDEN: "We'll need some shoulder patches for our jackets. Something to show that we mean BUSINESS!!"

BOB: "Maybe something with skulls? Crossed swords?"

JOE BIDEN: "Hmmmmm....crossed swords. I likey."

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BOB: "So what now?"

JOE BIDEN: "We'll need some stationary. For the Task Force."

BOB: "Maybe something with skulls?"

JOE BIDEN: "Let's stick with the crossed swords, Bob."

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BOB: "So what now?"

JOE BIDEN:  "We'll need hats. Some for in the field...some for dress."

BOB:  "Berets?"

JOE BIDEN: "Yes...with stiched in crossed swords."

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BOB: "When do we study gun violence?

JOE BIDEN: "Oh, Bobby-boy...hahahhahahahahahaha.!!"

I'm still gonna wait another day or two.

Just assume that I disagree with everybody on Facebook about it.

And it wasn't really Morgan Freeman posting that.

And the Mom wasn't a teacher at the school.

And the shooter either used a handgun or a rifle depending on where you get your news.

And don't send sympathy cards to the school.

Republicans and Democrats both have guns. So do Canadians.

I don't care that the mom landscaped her backyard.

Or that she was 'flirty' in bars. (that's what one media outlet reported....it must be true)

Or that the Dad of the shooter drove a Mini-Cooper(tm)

And don't tell me not to remember the name of the shooter. I'll do what I want.

Don't tell me that you 'cried all day long'. You didn't.

And don't tell me that's all you can think about. You also thought about pizza.

Don't tell me it was a good idea to postpone an episode of Family Guy. I'm guessing the parents didn't want to sit around watching Family Guy anyhow.

Don't open Saturday Night Live with kids singing Silent Night all solemn like. It's a comedy show. Make me laugh.

Don't tell me that the shooter played video games. He was 20 years old. Most 20 year olds play video games. Most 20 year olds don't shoot up schools.

Though I'm guessing he played Dungeons and Dragons....

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Crap...I meant to wait another day or two.

It's too soon.

First the hurricane; then Sandy Hook.

 

 

Be careful, Luke.

Il Duce is a bit oaky

My review of the concert.

Kanye West started "singing" and I went to bed.


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MORE CONCERT COVERAGE

ME: "Do I look older than Bon Jovi?

WIFEY: "No."

ME: "Do I look younger than Bon Jovi?"

WIFEY: "No."

Do you know what's worse than someone telling you about some dream they had?

It's when someone tells you about a car accident they ALMOST had.

This morning I ALMOST got hit by a car.

The other car was being driven by a non-white women (You'll see why it's important what color she was by the end of this blog post)

I was driving down the street when she pulled out of the bank parking lot and almost hit me.

I had to slam on my brakes.

Everything on my passenger seat flew off and crashed to the floor of my car.

I had a can of Pringles on said seat.

About a 1/3 of them are now broken,

Broken Pringles kinda suck.

Dinkweed

Thank God It's Friday

So I'm at the mall last doing "Christmas Shopping" (Buffalo wings and  two beers at TGIF and even a soft pretzel at Auntie Annie's)

I'm barely shopping.

I'm just looking for stupid signs and crap to photograph for the blog.

I stumble upon this in the TGIF window.

Michael J. Noseworthy is definitely Micheal J. Blogworthy.

Bricks don't lie

So I get to work today and I start walking around to the front.

 

It seems that someone left you a message on the brick..

 





Bill Cosby singing (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction

Hero of the Day.

So last night Wifey and I were at the mall when we spot this small asian girl (it's important to the story that she is asian) walking around the food court area.

Wifey says: "That kid can't find her mother!"

Of course Wifey just sits there.

I spring to action!

I start following the little girl.

I dont want to touch her or scare her.

She starts frantically looking around.

Wifey was right. She's lost and now she's crying looking for her Mom!

I'm not really sure what to do.

So I just keep a few steps back making sure nobody snags her.

Then another woman spots what's going on and joins me.

After about tens seconds the mother of the child runs towards her daughter, picks her up, and hugs her!

All is well.

So I start walking back to Wifey.

The woman that helped me says: "That was really of nice of you to help find her mother."

ME: "Thank you...it's a great way to meet chicks."

So last night I went out for something to eat.

I didn't want to stay out late.

 I wanted to eat.

And get home early.

Eat. Home. Sleep.

That was the plan.

So we start walking to my car after a quick dinner.

No keys.

Check the back pocket.

Other back pocket.

Front pockets. Shirt pocket.

Jacket pockets.

Repeat.

Take stuff out of pockets.

Pat back pockets again.

No keys.

It's cold outside.

Back inside restaurant.

ME: "Did you find a set of keys in here?"

NOT THE BRIGHTEST BARTENDER ON THE PLANET:  "What did they look like?"

ME: "Keys."

I look around restaurant.

They probably just fell to the floor where I sat.

Nope.

Check the back pockets again...I'm sure they will magically appear there.

They don't.

No keys.

I saddle up to the bar.

I remove everything out of every pocket (I had so much crap with me I was expecting to find a slingshot and a jawbreaker)

Money, wallet, change, cough drops, box cutter, napkins, receipts, paperclip, fireball, notes, etc.

No keys.

I took off my jacket.

I started patting it down...maybe a hole in the pocket lining?

Maybe the keys are in the lining!

They aren't.

I shake the jacket.

I hear keys.

They aren't in any pockets or the lining.

Or are they?

I pat it down again.

I feel the keys!!!

I HAVE THE KEYS IN MY JACKET!!

But where?

I'm befuddled.

And then I spot the secret hidden pocket I never knew about!!

I have a secret pocket!!

In my jacket.

SO TO SUM UP:

I'm the luckiest man on earth. I have a secret pocket so secret that I didnt even know it existed!

Secret pockets are pretty cool.

It's my new place for my keys.

I'm old.

I bought a Christmas present at Sears last night.

Kids laugh at the lamest jokes.

ME: "What was the funniest thing about Thanksgiving?

DAUGHTER: "When Grandpa starting telling his Jager stories."

ME: "Jager?"

DAUGHTER: "Jägermeister....it's a wicked strong drink."

ME: "And...?"

DAUGHTER: "And Grandpa drank a bunch of it and got really drunk and ended up in the closet."

ME: "Did he move like Jager?"

Dr. Strange

ME:  "Hi...first time in?"


STRANGE: "I'm all about the jokes."


ME: "Excellent."


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ME: "They are right over there."


STRANGE: "I should buy all of these and distribute them all around the country."


ME: "Yes."

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STRANGE: "Look, Honey....DICE BAGS!"

Code Name: Code

It ain't his fault.

So President Obama was just re-elected.

In the coming four years you might not get everything that he promised.

Unemployment might go up, stock market might go down.

The National debt will increase.

Energy costs will skyrocket.

You probably wont get that free cellphone or free oil he promised.

But please don't blame Obama.

He inherited this mess.

From Obama.

Vote the person not the party.

I now understand what the people of NYC and New Jersey went thru. Send me free gas.

Sandy Aftermath

People still don't have power.

Homes destroyed.

Streets flooded.

A storm that actually lived up to expectations.

It might take years for some people to rebuild their lives.

Billions and billions of dollars of damage.

But this is my blog.

Let's talk about me.

I lost power at my house.

When it finally came back on I had to reset my clocks.

And now tonight is the end of Daylight Savings Time and I'll have to set my clocks AGAIN!

Never forget.

The Ballad of Hurricane Sandy

So Hurricane Sandy hit yesterday.

You probably read about it.

Massive power outages, death and destruction.

Floods.

It lived up to expectations.

We lost power at 4:20 in the afternoon.

iPhones...checking emails. Texting and Facebook.

Cell phones slowly lost power.

No TV.

It got boring really fast once it got dark out.

10% battery charge left.

Save that for an emergency more dire than a hurricane.

At least it was warm.

Everything by candlelight.

We suffered thru the night.

Screw it...let's just go to sleep early.

Maybe the power will be on when we wake up?

It wasn't.

Wifey was still sleeping.

I decided I'd be a good guy and get some coffee and croissants.

So I drove around surrounding towns until I found some.

Trees and branches littered the roads.

Winds still gusting.

Rain pouring.

Finally got home.

Wifey was still sleeping.

I drank my coffee. Ate my croissant.

Wifey got up.

I told her I had coffee.

I could tell she thought it was nice that I went out in the storm to get it.

It was still dark in the house save for one flickering candle.

I noticed a bit of "coffee" that I spilled on the counter.

So I went to wipe it up.

Turns out it was crumbs from the flakey pastry thingy.

Here is the conversation that followed:

WIFEY: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!???  You're getting crumbs EVERYWHERE!!"

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And that my friends is the carnage that we call.... Hurricane Sandy.

The Bride and Frankenstorm

So Wifey and I were discussing the BIG STORM that's coming.

I suggested a few things in case we lose power.

Here is part of the conversation:

WIFEY: "We won't lose power."


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You see....Wifey has a special power. She knows what trees will fall and where they will fall.

They ain't falling near us or our power grid.

Election Game Changer

So a couple of minutes ago I was reading the news online.

The headline on an article proclaimed:

VICE PRESIDENT BIDEN SPEAKS AT A CAMPAIGN STOP IN WISCONSIN.

Really?

A week and a half before the election the Vice President speaks at a campaign stop??

I wonder how many months of digging did the reporter do to find out this news?

Did his family wonder what he was doing making so many calls at all hours of the night?

I hope most of America reads his story.

It's a game changer.

Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Hoops Johnny...

So I'm in the Bank of America today and the teller suggests that I get the new Bank of America credit card.

He gestures to the sign behind me (That I took a picture of...as you can see)

I read it.

Earn cash back with no hoops.

Take a look on the bottom left of the picture.

What do you see?

I'll tell you what you see!!

You see HOOPS!!! line after line after line of HOOPS!!

I scolded the teller.

He denied the HOOPS!!

Even though the HOOPS were written in that tiny tiny tiny HOOPS size that we can barely read.

Ann Coulter calls Obama a retard

Doesn't she know that we don't use that word anymore?

She should have used the more politically correct 'mentally challenged'

Blueberry Pancakes

Two gals came in the shop together. (One of them had short hair)

I spoke with one of them.

Here is the conversation.

GAL: "Do you have anything by Alison Bechdel?

ME: "I have 'Are You My Mother' and 'Fun Home'...she also did Dykes To Watch Out For but I'm out of stock on those."

GAL: "I was looking for Dykes."

Keep your paws off of my right shoulder!

So last night the Detroit Tigers beat the New York Yankees and won the America League pennant!

This morning I was reading about the game.

 I was also reading about AFTER the game.

I came across this:

'General manager Dave Dombrowski hugged Jim Leyland - who is in the final year of his contract - while owner Mike Ilitch rubbed the 67-year-old manager's right shoulder.'

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I guess I understand the hugging of the manager by the general manager.

I'm not quite sure of the rubbing of the RIGHT shoulder of the manager.

By the owner.

And why the right shoulder?  Is it some kinda gay code?

Purple Paint Guy

Purple Paint Guy: "Do you have any purple paint?"

Me: "Yup, it's right over here."

Purple Paint Guy: "I need some light colored purple that is darker."

Me: "Darker than what?"

Purple Paint Guy: "Light purple."

Me: "You want a medium colored purple paint?"

Purple Paint Guy: "Darker than medium."

Me: "Here..try this dark purple."

Purple Paint Guy: "No, that's too dark."

Me: Then try the light purple."

Purple Paint Guy: "Too light."

Me: "Do you like porridge?"

Purple Paint Guy: "What?"

Me: "Nevermind."

This is all you really need to know about my family.

So last night I started spraying silly string at my wife and kids.

Oldest daughter laughed.

Youngest daughter looked serious and then went upstairs.

Wifey told me to knock it off and then commented on what the silly string smelled like.

RIP

Corky the Weatherman

So the other day I'm listening to a long range weather forecast.

El Nino this.

High pressure that.

Warm water.

Last years mild winter.

Weather-Tard said that this coming winter was going to be rough.

El Nino High Pressure Warm Water Lows Highs

He said that the heaviest snow falls would come in...

Wait for it...

The heaviest snowfalls would come in January and February!!

You know...LIKE EVERY OTHER FUCKING WINTER, YOU STUPID RETARD!!!

Next Project: Google Image Search Asshat

So one of my 'special' people came in today.

Here is the conversation:

NUT: "Are you mad at me?"

ME: "Why would I be mad at you?"

NUT: "I don't know...you seem angry with me."

ME: Why do you think that?"

NUT: I have Asperger's and I can't always tell when I'm annoying someone."

ME: "When you start annoying me I'll just smack you, okay?"

NUT: "I'd rather you just tell me."

ME: "Okay."

Haircut talk

So I go to get my haircut the other night.

Me and the 'stylist' hit it off.

Here is part of the conversation:

HER: "So you want me to trim your eyebrows?"

ME: "No."

HER: "Your wife will really appreciate it."

ME: "Your husband will appreciate it if you lose about ten pounds."

HER: "I'll trim the eyebrows."

ME: "Okay."

Waiting for Coffee

WIFEY: "What are you doing?"

ME: "I'm waiting for coffee."

WIFEY: "But what are you doing?"

ME: "I'm waiting for coffee."

WIFEY: "What are you doing in HERE?"

ME: "I'm waiting for coffee."

I'll take an iPhone5. Thank you!

Heavy Accent Guy

HEAVY ACCENT GUY: "Heavyaccent-heavyaccent-heavyaccent-heavyaccent?"

ME: "Nope."

HEAVY ACCENT GUY: "Heavyaccent-heavyaccent-heavyaccent-heavyaccent."

ME: "Okay...have a great week! Thank you!"

HEAVY ACCENT GUY: "Heavy-accent."

Hey, Assholes!!

Stop calling it indigo when it's really just blue!!

Memory loss

I'm getting old.

I woke up this morning and couldn't remember if Sylvia was married or single.

How could I not know that?

I was just about to call her.

Then I realized that she died in 1989.

Passive meet Aggressive

So Saturday night me and Wifey are coming home from dinner.

It's about 11:00 pm.

All of a sudden a car flies by me and passes me on the right.

On a single lane road.

I'm FURIOUS!

I press my horn down and speed up.

I keep the horn blaring!

Wifey is nervous.

"ARE YOU NUTS?? THEY COULD KILL US!!" she says.

I keep following them with my horn going. I'm right on their tail.

They finally pull over.

I pull over right behind them.

"DON'T GET OUT OF THE CAR! THEY MIGHT HAVE A GUN OR SOMETHING!" she says.

So I sit there. She's probably right. Why get killed just to prove a point?

They are still sitting in their car.

I decide to just go home.

I pull my car back onto the street.

We slowly drive by them.

Wifey turns her head towards them and gives them the finger.

Repent!

FREAK: "Hi...I'm Mike from Rhode Island and you need repentance." ME: "Hi...I'm {IANO} from {here} and you need to leave my store."

Get Your Rocks in the Attic, Bobo

So I'm doing a project at home and I needed some rocks.

I guessed that I would need about 'three yards' of rock.

Turns out I only needed about 1/2 a yard of rocks.

So now I literally still have a ton of rocks.

That's it.

Nothing else to see.

I got ROCKS!!

Smaht Cah

So last night Wifey and I were eating out at a restaurant.

We sat at the bar.

Two women were next to me and thoughout the night they were amusing us a bit.

Nothing wicked funny or anything...just amusing.

Then DrunkThing #1 dropped her purse.

Everything spilled out...ice was now broken. Wifey and I started to talking to them.

Here is part of the conversation:
DRUNKTHING#1: "...and people always make fun of my stupid Smart Car."

ME: "You have a stupid Smart Car?"

DRUNKTHING#1: "Yes...I love that stupid Smart Car."

ME: "Then why do you call it stupid?"

DRUNKTHING#1: "Because someone stole two pairs of boots out of it."

ME: "Stupid Smart Car."

DRUNKTHING#1: "You must think I'm a whore."

ME: "Stupid Smart Car."

Clint Eastwood just TALKED to the invisible President...

Origami for Cake

"Strings" Armstrong RIP

Overheard in a parking lot.

Three fat chicks were standing WAY over there >.

Two guys were over THAT < way.

Here is what was said:

ONE OF THE GUYS: "HEY, COWS!!...there is grass on our dicks!!"

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(I might have laughed)

Todd Akin was wrong

And I have two daughters to prove it!!

Things you don't need to know about this past week's Buddy Nite.

We said the word 'Brony' over 200 hundred times.

Our table was reserved under the names Butch and Sundance.

We were called Hoagy and Cowboy as we left.

I stirred Hoag's drink with a French Fry.

As I got up to use the men's room I told Hoag to keep his paws off of my drink.

About an hour later he texted me a picture of him pawing my drink.

Salt got dumped into his drink.

We also spent a better part of the night discussing what charity we should get 100% involved in.


SO TO SUM UP:

One of the above statements is false.

How does a politician get my vote?

So Mitt Romney just picked Paul Ryan as his running mate.

I never heard of him before.

So I read up on him.

Turns out he used to work for Oscar Mayer.

And he drove the Wienermobile.

He drove...The Wienermobile!

A heartbeat away and we have a guy that drove the Wienermobile in the Oval Office!

(He didn't actually drive it IN the Oval Office)

Come November I vote (R)

Three days later

And I come up with the best response ever!

EVER!

Hopefully someone, sometime in the future, will ask me if I sell Fitzwillies.

Cuz I'm ready for them!

The Battle of the Olympic Male Bulge

So we were watching the Olympics the other night. Here is part of the conversation:

WIFEY: "Did you see that?"

ME: "What?"

WIFEY: "His package."

ME: "His package?"

WIFEY: "The bulge in his pants."

ME: "I wasn't looking there."

WIFEY: "You were looking there!!"

ME: "I don't look at male packages."

WIFEY: "What about on buddy nite?"

ME: "What the heck are you talking about?"

WIFEY: "You don't check out {real name} Hoagy?"

ME: "Why the heck would I check out Hoagy's package?"

WIFEY: "Aren't you curious?"

ME: "You're out of your mind."

WIFEY: "If you're behind him when you're walking into the restaurant do you look at him?"

ME: "You are nuts...I'm looking at chicks."

WIFEY: "You don't notice what {real name} Hoagy is wearing?"

ME: "Everybody notices what Hoagy is wearing."

Sometimes I'm just gonna swipe a joke from Sarah Silverman.

So this old couple goes to Germany for vacation, and they're doing the whole tour.

And they get into a big fight on the bus, and they go on the tour of Auschwitz and they're not speaking to each other the whole time.

They get back on the bus and the husband says "You were right, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

And she says: "Oh, NOW you're sorry. Now that you ruined Auschwitz for me."

So the power is back on in India and what it means to you.

1. Female voices have returned to their normal dulcet tones.

2. With AC now pouring thru the whole country it is down to a chilling 108 degrees.

3. Sweet aroma of the famed Sewage River returns in all of its glory.

4. Car horns never needed electricity!! We kept on honkin', Bobo!

5. Children are back to being pleasant.

6. Trash Mountain is back in operation and locals flocked back as if they never left!

7. Squalor returns all around the countryside.

8. Hindu?

9. Do what?

10. Remind me of a man.

11. What man?

12. Man with the power.

13. Power of what?

14. Hindu.

15. Do what?

16. Remind me of a man...