Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Just in time for the Holidays...
I give you:
Dweezil and Ahmet Zappa's cover of
You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch
T
I give you:
Dweezil and Ahmet Zappa's cover of
You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch
T
Friday, December 22, 2006
Letter to a local steak house from a disgruntled patron
I found myself in dire need of your Men's Room after my fifth Scotch Tonic (your 'tender, Rudy, knows a good pour is a fist and not two fingers worth of swilly goodness) and locomoted quickly to its Relieving Confines (with the prerequisite Clench quite noticeable in my Gait). You should know right off that I am Not one of those Modern Day Savages that doesn't Hesitate to use the Liquid Waste Trough found in your restaurant; a 'device' I firmly believe encourages Overt Displays of Sharing One's Genitalia and the Size/Strength of their Streams to any and all within eyeshot. A proper gentleman (and I assure you that I am one) does Not flaunt these Traits to their Relief Seeking Peers (or Pee-ers) and should always utilize, instead, the Privacy afforded by Stalls. Thank Goodness your fine (as I thought at this moment in time) establishment had one. Closing the door behind me and securing the latch I was Finally able to ease the distressing Kidney Processed Fluid pressure bearing down on my nether-regions; that is I thought I would be able to unleash my amber torrent...until I noticed my reflection (including my delicate grasp about my Seeing-A-Man-About-A-Horse-Noodle) in your Highly Reflective Choice of Wall Tiles. This stopped me Cold. Why in the World would anyone want to watch themselves urinate?!? What do you take your patrons for? Surely I have no Shame in my Equipment but I am NOT one to find some sick pleasure in watching my Body drain itself of its poisons. People that do should be locked up. Are these the Ilk of Humans you are Seeking to frequent your Place of Business?!? And you can forget suggesting to me that I should rectify this problem by sitting down to urinate; I am NOT a long-haul trucker nor of the Female Persuasion!!! I hereby request that the entirety of your Men's Room tiling be replaced Immediately or you will have lost my AND everyone I know/tell's patronage.
I found myself in dire need of your Men's Room after my fifth Scotch Tonic (your 'tender, Rudy, knows a good pour is a fist and not two fingers worth of swilly goodness) and locomoted quickly to its Relieving Confines (with the prerequisite Clench quite noticeable in my Gait). You should know right off that I am Not one of those Modern Day Savages that doesn't Hesitate to use the Liquid Waste Trough found in your restaurant; a 'device' I firmly believe encourages Overt Displays of Sharing One's Genitalia and the Size/Strength of their Streams to any and all within eyeshot. A proper gentleman (and I assure you that I am one) does Not flaunt these Traits to their Relief Seeking Peers (or Pee-ers) and should always utilize, instead, the Privacy afforded by Stalls. Thank Goodness your fine (as I thought at this moment in time) establishment had one. Closing the door behind me and securing the latch I was Finally able to ease the distressing Kidney Processed Fluid pressure bearing down on my nether-regions; that is I thought I would be able to unleash my amber torrent...until I noticed my reflection (including my delicate grasp about my Seeing-A-Man-About-A-Horse-Noodle) in your Highly Reflective Choice of Wall Tiles. This stopped me Cold. Why in the World would anyone want to watch themselves urinate?!? What do you take your patrons for? Surely I have no Shame in my Equipment but I am NOT one to find some sick pleasure in watching my Body drain itself of its poisons. People that do should be locked up. Are these the Ilk of Humans you are Seeking to frequent your Place of Business?!? And you can forget suggesting to me that I should rectify this problem by sitting down to urinate; I am NOT a long-haul trucker nor of the Female Persuasion!!! I hereby request that the entirety of your Men's Room tiling be replaced Immediately or you will have lost my AND everyone I know/tell's patronage.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Misread Headline from today's paper
Actual Headline:
Family sells 448 acres for nature preserve
Read as:
Family sells 448 acres for mature purposes
T
Actual Headline:
Family sells 448 acres for nature preserve
Read as:
Family sells 448 acres for mature purposes
T
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Esther Rolle IS/WAS Florida Evans
'pon learning the fate of James Evans Senior:
Damn, Damn, DAMN: The Four Minute Version
T
'pon learning the fate of James Evans Senior:
Damn, Damn, DAMN: The Four Minute Version
T
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Above-the-Mouth-Harp?
Blowing through another man's mustache is not often/never called playing the Hairmonica...but it should be.
T
Blowing through another man's mustache is not often/never called playing the Hairmonica...but it should be.
T
Cow-orker Exchange from mere moments ago:
CW1: Did you say you're going to be here all week?
Me: Yes. I'll try to be on my best behavior.
CW1 (playfully): You'd better. I'll be watching.
Me: Should I wear my Shame Pants?
CW1: ...
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CW1: Did you say you're going to be here all week?
Me: Yes. I'll try to be on my best behavior.
CW1 (playfully): You'd better. I'll be watching.
Me: Should I wear my Shame Pants?
CW1: ...
T