Archive for January, 2007

short stuff

January 29, 2007

Everything I needed to know about life, I learned in Kindergarten: If you go to the bathroom in your pants, they let you go home

One good thing about premature ejaculation is that porn lasts you a very long time.   I bought a video back in 1992 and I still haven’t made it past the FBI warning thing.

I buy those audio books that teach people how to speak English. I like them.   They’re easy, but it still makes me feel smart.   I need that.  I really need that.

 I find that I get a lot of my best ideas when I’m watching PBS.   Like the other day I was watching when they had this Peter, Paul & Mary concert and I got a great idea..   “If I find a way to steal cable I wouldn’t have to watch this crap”

I still think It was a good idea to do the study, but the results just weren’t very good.   Happy Meals are just a poor substitute for Prozac. Anyway, I’m coming to the conclusion that if some one could live like I do without being depressed , they’re the ones who need to be medicated, not me

Whenever someone dies and someone says that they’re “in a better place now”   I wonder how bad their apartment could possibly be that a hole in the ground would be a step up.  And  “Rest in peace” is a pretty goofy thing to say. Once you’re dead, people generally stop hassling you.  Futhermore no one’s death is ever untimley.  It always right after the heart stops.

I have an identical twin.   She got teased a lot in school.

St Patrick chased all the snakes out of Ireland.   I guess the requirements for canonization back then were so low that guys who just worked in animal control were eligible .

If we really are going to hell in a hand basket I hope we each get our own.  Going to hell would be bad enough without being jammed in a basket with a bunch of strangers.

All clothing is reversible if you don’t care about your appearance.

 You know how when you first start working at a slaughter house the smell makes you wanna puke, but after a month or so you don’t even notice it?  That’s pretty much sums up my view of life in general.

 Traffic jams are more tolerable if you just think of them really boring parades.

 Sometimes you hear people say “that’s crazy enough it just might work”, but that’s a really inefficient mode of problem solving.  I think it’s best to start with sane ideas and work your way down.

The whole idea that cats are finicky eaters is just marketing BS, I think.   If you have some thick leather gloves and a funnel you can pretty much make a cat eat anything you want it to.

Violence never solves anything.  Except boxing matches.  Then it’s really the best way to settle it. You could just run away, but they won’t pay you if you do it that way .

When you see the pictures of the kids on the milk bottle,  that doesn’t mean that they’re a prize you get when you finish the bottle.   Mainly that kinda thing just happens with cereal.

 In “The Little Mermaid” they keep singing about how great it is to live under the sea.  I think that’s misleading.  Living “in” the sea does seem like a lot of fun, but if you’re living “under” the sea you’re just going to be lying around covered up in mud.  That gets old pretty quick.

Never run away from your problems. Unless your problem is that a big guy with a knife is chasing you.  When that happens running away is an option.  A pretty good one too.

You’re supposed to not count your chickens before they hatch, but it’s okay to count your eggs before they hatch.  It’s the best time actually - otherwise you have to figure out which shell went with which egg.

 Always look suspicious.  Practice it.  The only time you ever hear about innocent bystanders is when one of them gets shot

 If you’re sick, you should drink plenty of fluids.   And if you ever find a way to drink something that isn’t a fluid, be sure and let me know.

Visitors are like fish.  If you cut them up and fry them in batter with lemon, they’re pretty tasty served with hushpuppies.

Getting a girlfriend is a lot like getting a new dog.  Sure,  you can spend a lot of money and get a nice one, but if you’re patient, and not so picky, sometimes you can find one hanging around the dumpsters at Burger King looking for something to eat.

The Act of God

January 29, 2007

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My play

January 29, 2007

I think about Bigfoot a lot. I’ve sorta devolved a theory about him.   I feel that if he is real and he can sing,  he’ll sound a lot like Tom Petty.  Well, I guess that’s more of a guess than a theory, really.

 In high school I wrote a play about Bigfoot - one day he gets fed up with people looking for him, and decided to just give up - so he just goes out looking for other people.   But he has no way of knowing that everyone is working during the day.   So he can’t find anybody.   So he makes gifts and leaves them for people.   He makes welcome-mats.   But he’s a Yeti and not very good with crafts so the mats just look like a pile of mud and leaves.   Everyone in the neighborhood just thinks it’s a bunch of Mexican kids leaving them there as a prank

HMO

January 28, 2007

I’m mad at my health insurance company.  

I was going to get a steel plate put into my head, but they wouldn’t cover it.  Apparently they only pay for getting a steel plate if there is some sort of medical reason for it. Wanting to improve the radio reception on your walkman isn’t a good enough reason.

After I talked to the insurance people it occurred to me that if I had a plate put into my skull and someone shot me in the head the bullet would just bounce off. That should count as a medical reason, right?  So I’m going to call them up again tomorrow and try again.

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Giving something back

January 28, 2007

I recently  did some volunteer work at a nursing home.

I noticed that you never seem to see senior citizens getting a piggy back ride.   I’m a pretty big guy with plenty of free time, so I made up a little sign board that said   ”Free Piggy Back Rides - 65 or older.   ID required.   One at a time only.   NO SPURS”.

I didn’t get any takers, but I think they appreciated the offer.

Insect suicide bombers

January 27, 2007

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I read that termites have this way of defending their group by causing their own  body’s ,  which are filled with sticky guts, to explode - thereby  immobilizing their enemies in goo. That’s overkill -  if someone near me was to explodes,  I think their guts would immobilize me whether they were sticky or not.

There’s really no way to prepare yourself for something like that.

Mark Trail

January 27, 2007

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Confession

January 27, 2007

In the second grade I tried to get a kid on the bus to get out of the seat I wanted. After I told him to move, he said “make me”. I told him “I don’t make baboons, I just train them.”.It’s been a long time since then, but I just want to admit now that I don’t really train baboons. I don’t even have anything to do with them. Heck, I wouldn’t know where to go to find a baboon, never mind training one. All these years I’ve just been living one big lie.

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Thanks for the mammaries

January 27, 2007

 Juice bars are like strip clubs, titty bars, but they just don’t serve liquor so they call it a juice bar. That sound a lot better anyway, I think. Wholesome. Going to jog a few laps and hit the juice bar.

I’ve been to one twice….today.It’s supposed to degrade women, but I don’t see that. They take off their shirt, the man gives them their paycheck, and they are the ones degraded?

 But the depressing side outweighs the good stuff. The girls are all most always stupid, but they don’t want you to think they’re whores so they tell you about all the good stuff they do when they’re not at work,  like “When I’m not giving lap dances I read to the blind war veterans at the VA hospital.”  Ok. Fine. 

 I have trouble talking to attractive girls when they’re fully dressed - I just can’t manage small talk with a naked stranger. What is there to say at that point?  ”Watch Letterman last night, lots of laughs…hey, you need to wipe yourself a little better, next time So…how about the Royals, think there bullpen will hold up?”

They all lie about how much they make. They say they make a couple hundred a night. That’s the only thing they could say. They’re not going to tell you “Yeah, I show my pussy every night and bring home 18.75$ every week”.

A lot of the titty bars let people over the age of 60 get in free. When this becomes common knowledge the reading room in the library will become a ghost town.  How’s that for a nursing home field trip?

That’s the light at the end of the tunnel folks. Live through three Wars and a great depression and you can see all the naked people you want.

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I’ve always thought that monotheism has been a gift from the Gods

January 27, 2007

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