May 162013
 

Inebriated Kim Wilde Singing on a TrainAfter a long day at work, the last thing you want is to ride a cramped, crowded train home. You can, how­ever, make a lit­tle more breath­ing room for your­self by fol­low­ing these ten tips to have a seat to your­self on the train:

01. Throw your head back and cackle for no reason.

02. If some­one sits down beside you, burst into tears and tell them they sat on teeny tiny Lady Hoboken.

03. Bor­row your friend’s boa con­scric­tor and per­form a dance with it while sit­ting down.

04. Keep cross­ing your legs and say, “I don’t know if I can hold it much longer.”

05. Ask the per­son who sits next to you if they would mind if you per­formed a Black Mass.

06. Whine to your neigh­bor about the injus­tice of being unable to legally marry your goat since you have a such a great rela­tion­ship, not men­tion that the sex is totally worth him eat­ing your night­gown off your body.

07. Ask your fel­low pas­sen­ger if she would like to meet. Mr. Happy, the hedge­hog who lives in your rectum.

08. Throw your leg over your head and begin giv­ing your­self a tongue bath.

09. Stick your hand, palm-down, on the seat next you to you and tell peo­ple, “Sorry, super glue accident.”

10. Turn to your neigh­bor and ask, “Do you love singing show­tunes as much as I do?”

May 142013
 

Man Scared of Falling PaperKevin Culpep­per, 28, a file clerk for the Law Offices of Ditto, Ditto & Ditto, filed a law­suit against his employer, stat­ing he was unable to work as he suf­fers from papy­ro­pho­bia, a fear of paper.

“When­ever I would pick up stacks of doc­u­ments to file, I became dizzy, expe­ri­enced short­ness of breath, and heart pal­pi­ta­tions,” said Culpep­per.  “I know it sounds silly, but I kept hav­ing visions of trip­ping and toss­ing the stack in the air, then watch­ing in hor­ror from the ground as hun­dreds of pieces of paper fell down upon me and slice my body to shreds.”

When Cuplep­per spoke to George W. Ditto, Sr., about his con­di­tion, he was told he might be bet­ter off find­ing a new career, but Cuplep­per claimed his spent his entire inher­i­tance from his father’s steam­roller acci­dent on tuition to Ms. Rhoda’s Office Worker School.  (He grad­u­ated with a diploma in filing.)

“Besides that, I’m a hemo­phil­iac,” Cuplpep­per said, “and one I start bleed­ing, I’m like Old Faith­ful; I just keep gush­ing until I pass out.”

Upon hear­ing of his med­ical con­di­tion, Ditto made an offer to set­tle out of court.  In addi­tion, Ditto, Ditto & Ditto have offered to replace their paper files with elec­tronic copies.

“Kevin has been pro­moted to our PDF file clerk, and he will file these dig­i­tal copies into elec­tronic files, mak­ing his fear of paper cuts a moot point.

Cuplpep­per seemed pleased with the out­come.  “I’m touched that Ditto, Ditto & Ditto has offered to work with me instead of putting me out of work.”  He joked, “Unfor­tu­nately, I also have an irra­tional fear of the return key on com­puter keyboards.”

Ditto, Ditto & Ditto did not respond to his joke.  Evi­dently, they didn’t find it very funny.

May 072013
 

Truck DriverLeroy Burns, 43, a deliv­ery dri­ver for the Wishy Wash­ing Laun­dry Ser­vice, was found run­ning naked through the Hole-in-One Donut Shop/Minature Golf Course early Sun­day morning.

Local police took Burns to the emer­gency room at Kissim­i­coochee Gen­eral Hos­pi­tal after he com­plained of dis­com­fort of the bowels.

Doc­tors removed a large pickle and the car­cass of an uniden­ti­fied crea­ture with large eyes from Burns’ anus.

Burns claimed he was abducted by a U.F.O. while fish­ing in his pon­toon boat on Lake Yukatuka.  “They stripped me naked as a jay­bird and strapped me down to an exam­in­ing table where this lit­tle bald, gray guy messed with my where-the-sun-don’t-shine regions with one of them anal probes,” he said.

Burns, who suf­fers from a con­di­tion known as spon­ta­neous reverse flat­u­lence, said he suf­fered an attack dur­ing the exam­i­na­tion and the alien and anal probe were sucked into his rec­tal cav­ity where they remained until the fly­ing saucer ran out of gas and crashed in the lake.

Although Burns claimed the con­tents of his anus prove the exis­tence of extrater­res­trial life, local author­i­ties claim the alien (after being cleaned up) bears a remark­able resem­blance to Ms. Net­tie B. Perkins’ prize Chi­huahua, Chi­clet, who dis­ap­peared last week.

When asked about the anal probe, Sher­iff Hux­ley said it appeared to be sweet gherkin, but he was not curi­ous enough to take a bite and con­firm it.  He said Burns will be held at the county jail until police have com­pleted their investigation.

May 022013
 

GerbilThe more we encroach on the ani­mal king­dom, the closer we drive them into our lives. Reports of coy­otes and rac­coons liv­ing in sub­ur­ban neigh­bor­hoods have become the norm. Still, sto­ries have begun to cir­cu­late about ani­mals get­ting even closer. Here are ten clues you might have ger­bils liv­ing in your purse:

01. You find cedar shav­ings at the bot­tom of your bag.

02. You reach in to find a pen and grab a tail.

03. You notice teeth marks in your lipstick.

04. You also see tiny lip­stick blots on a used tissue.

05. You some­times hear Barry White singing, fol­lowed by loud squeaks, and the sight of cig­a­rette smoke waft­ing from your bag.

06. You come across half-eaten seeds in your coin purse.

07. You notice skid­marks from a ham­ster ball on the inside bot­tom of your bag.

08. Your friends keep com­plain­ing about you butt-dialing them with your mobile phone and squeak­ing into their ears.

09. You dis­cover an issue of Play Ger­bil with a tiny cen­ter­fold hid­den in the side pocket of your purse.

10. You come across an auto­graphed head­shot of Richard Gere with the inscrip­tion: “I’ll never for­get that crazy night in the emer­gency room … Good times!”

May 012013
 

Buff Guy in Body Paint and Shoulder PadsSin­sa­tional (adjec­tive) \sin-sey-shuh-nl\ — pro­duc­ing an extra­or­di­nar­ily good reac­tion because one knows it’s con­sid­ered slightly improper or suggestive.

Exam­ple: Although Bobby was only in the eighth grade, in his mind, noth­ing beat the sin­sa­tional feel­ing or wear­ing a red thong under his white lin­nen pants to school.

Can you use sin­sa­tional in a sentence?

Apr 302013
 

Woman with Giant PancakeWhen Jane Argo, a dieti­cian and foodie, 38, for­merly felt over­whelmed by the ups and downs of life, she used to go straight to com­fort food for relief. How­ever, after gain­ing 30 lbs. after her daugh­ter was born, Argo decided to comit to lifestyle changes that would improve her health, even­tu­ally becom­ing a vegetarian.

Argo’s hus­band, Ted, 43, a police offi­cer, used to kid her that after becom­ing a veg­e­tar­ian, she became an angrier per­son, as she was no longer able to seek out her favorite com­fort foods, because they were made with ani­mal products.

“One day I was just at wit’s end after a dif­fi­cult day and I craved my grandmother’s wiener schnitzel,” Argo said. “I was so frus­trated I just wanted to hit some­thing, and that’s when I saw the left­over pan­cakes from breakfast.”

Tak­ing ten­der­izer ham­mer to the pan­cakes, Argo pro­ceeded to pound the hell out of the pan­cakes until they were the size of man­hole cov­ers. She then breaded them and deep-fried them in canola oil and served them for din­ner, smoth­ered in maple syrup.

“The fam­ily loved them. Ted said the taste reminded him of fried chicken and waf­fles,” Argo said. “I also noticed that all the stress and frus­tra­tion of the day.”

She chris­tened her new recipe a Pfannkuchen­itzel, a mash-up of tra­di­tional the tra­di­tional Ger­man pan­cake and a schnitzel, a bone­less piece of meat ten­der­ized by pound­ing flat.

When­ever she grew agi­tated, Argo con­tin­ued to make her new dish, and other veg­e­tar­ian moth­ers noticed and asked her secret. That’s when she first had the idea to offer a cook­ing class, The Zen of Pfannkuchenitzel.

Before long veg­e­tar­i­ans were mak­ing the pil­grim­age to Argo’s house to beat the hell out of their frus­tra­tions on pan­cakes and deep-fry them for lunch.

“I used to scald my husband’s din­ner when he pissed me off and he com­plained about hav­ing to eat my hate for din­ner,” said Mar­got Ellen­berger, 51, a house­wife and veg­e­tar­ian. “Now he’s con­stantly think­ing up ways to pull my chain, just so he can have Pfannkuchen­itzel for dinner.”

Although it may seem every­one loves Pfannkuchen­itzel, Ed Tan­ner, 64, the owner of an Inter­na­tional House of Pan­cakes in town is not a fan. “That lit­tle veg­e­tar­ian gal has hurt my busi­ness by almost 35% and I’m IHOP­ing mad!”

Argo, in an act of con­tri­tion, has offered to treat Tan­ner to a free class. “I’m sav­ing a ham­mer for Ed,” said Argo. “He’s always wel­come to come over and beat the crap out of pan­cake at my house.”

Apr 252013
 

Frightened ChildA friend of mine recently expressed anx­i­ety over attend­ing her son’s Par­ent Career Day, because she per­forms makeovers at the cos­met­ics counter a depart­ment store and her son attends an all-boys school. It got me think­ing about how some careers may pro­vide a com­fort­able income to sup­port a fam­ily; how­ever, might be prob­lem­atic for par­ent career day presentation:

01. Vac­cine worker with a big-ass needle

02. Nude art model in robe

03. Owner of a head shop with bong

04. Chicken ringer with a live chicken

05. Robert Map­plethorpe Imper­son­ator with whip

06. Bounty hunter with fake war­rant for every child’s arrest

07. Mor­ti­cian with corpse

08. Judi­cial exe­cu­tioner with with noose

09. Dom­i­na­trix with sub­mis­sive who likes to lick shoes

10. Attack dog trainer with his new recruit, Diablo

Apr 242013
 

Bob NewhartFlash Bob (noun) \flash bob\ — A group of peo­ple mobi­lized by social media to show up in one place, wear­ing Bob Newhart masks.

Exam­ple: After Mar­jorie started walk­ing through the lobby of the hotel and said “Hi, Bob!” to ten dif­fer­ent peo­ple wear­ing Bob Newhart masks, it dawned on her that she was wit­ness­ing a Flash Bob.

Can you use Flash Bob in a sentence?

Apr 232013
 

Diver and Humpback WhaleErnie Sny­der, 42, a phar­ma­ceu­ti­cal sales­man, has filed for a divorce from his wife, Janine, 39, a marine biol­o­gist, stat­ing irrecon­cia­ble dif­fer­ences and accus­ing his estranged wife of adul­tery with a hump­back whale.

“I first began to sus­pect some­thing when I came home from a sales trip and found plank­ton in our bed,” said Sny­der. “When I asked Janine about it, she got defen­sive and said she occa­sion­ally liked to snack in bed when she watched T.V. late at night.”

Uncon­vinced, Sny­der hired a detec­tive to fol­low his wife while he was out of town. When the detec­tive sent the incrim­i­nat­ing pic­tures to Sny­der, he was shocked. “I couldn’t believe it, but the proof was in my hand. Pho­tographs of Janine and a swarthy hump­back whale enjoy­ing inti­mate, can­dlelit din­ners at our favorite restau­rant, Antonio’s; two-stepping together at Honky Tonk Heaven; and shop­ping for adult nov­elty items at Sin­sa­tional out on High­way 69.”

Sny­der opted to play his cards close to his chest and began eaves­drop­ping on his wife as she took long bub­ble­baths while whis­per­ing and laugh­ing on the tele­phone. “For me, the last straw is when I heard her tell a friend that she couldn’t even describe in words what this aquatic mam­mal could do with his blow hole.”

After being con­fronted with the damn­ing pic­tures, Janine admit­ted to her affair. “I didn’t mean for it to hap­pen,” she said, “but I stopped in the Crow’s Nest for a fish & chips bas­ket and a beer after a long day at work, and I felt a pair of large eyes on me. When I turned around, Bertie came over and offered me his fin and intro­duced him­self. He was in town, star­ring in a musi­cal stage pro­duc­tion of Moby Dick, enti­tled “There He Blows!” One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we’d fallen in love.”

Rumors imply that Bertie, the stud whale, moved into the home that Sny­der and Janine shared shortly after Sny­der moved into a nearby apartment.

“I know time heals all wounds and I want Janine to be happy,” Sny­der said, “but I’d be lying if I said I would feel sorry for them if he got harpooned.”

Apr 182013
 

Salt & SugarHave you ever acci­den­tally put salt on your break­fast cereal instead of sugar? It’s easy to do, since they’re both white pow­dery sub­stances usu­ally found on the table. Here are ten other exam­ples of things that look like that you’ll want to avoid con­fus­ing with each other:

01. A Tube of Tooth­paste & a Tube of Prepa­ra­tion H (The tubes may feel the same in the dark, but the prod­ucts are truly meant for oppo­site ends of the spectrum)

02. Michael Jack­son & LaToya Jack­son (Help­ful tip: Look for the head­band, people)

03. Good Twin & Evil Twin (Be sure you have the right one before you sign the con­tract for that insur­ance pol­icy with her as the beneficiary)

04. Apple Juice & Urine Sam­ple (A good way to remem­ber the dif­fer­ence is some apples are “ambrosia” and urine smells of “amonia”)

05. Sugar Sub­sti­tute & Cocaine (Warn­ing: promis­ing lives have been ruined by Sweet & Low additiction)

06. Con­doms & Fin­gers Cut Off of Latex Gloves (One size fits all does not apply to the latter)

07. Sand­wich Made with Bread & a Let­tuce Wrap (Have you ever tried a PB&J let­tuce wrap?)

08. Tofu & Just About Any­thing Else (Except tofu)

09. Orig­i­nal Movie & the Remake (Planet of the Apes anyone?)

10. Cher & Pete Burns (Lead Singer for Dead or Alive)