
- Cranking Up the Bass
- Public No Work Crews
- Blue Liquid Demonstrations Read this exerpt
- Red - 10 vs. Green - 0
- Barbaric Expressions
- Need a Trim?
- Public "Gassings"
- Highway Construction to Eternity
- Baggy Pants and Bare Midriffs
- Is Chivalry Dead?
- Teachers Get No Respect
- Loiterers In the Left Lane
- The Scourge of Local Newscasts
- Gum Where It Shouldn't Be
- Not In My Yard!!
- Take It Off
- Personal Irresponsibility
- Airlines (Need I Say More?)
- Don't Insult Me!
- Littering Losers
- The U.S. Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals
- Indecipherable
- Junk by Snail
- Don't Vote, Don't Bitch
- Stop Calling Me!!
- Hey Doc, You're Late!
- The U.S. Pony Express
- Wild Ankle Biters
- Speed Up Then Slow Down
- Want a Little Movie With Those Commercials?
- You Want It When?
- Let's Renew
- The Heartbreak of Typos
- Inserts 'R Us
- Eight to Five Home Services Read this exerpt
- Assembly Required
- The Parallel Universe of Dry Cleaning
- Crosswalk Hell
- Child Pornography and Pedophilia
- It's Not Music to My Ears Read this exerpt
- The Grocery Store Grumps
- Catholic Betrothings
- Public Disgustrooms Read this exerpt
- Is This Reality?
- Triteness
- Political Weirdness
- Non "Art"
- Hey Mac, You're Late!
- What's Your Handicap?
- Unprofessional Athletes
- Waiting Room Time Warp
- Do You Want An Interpreter With Those Fries? Read this exerpt
- Public Nose Picking
- Dumb PLPs
- The Snobpera Read this exerpt
- Extended Rip-Offs
- Aaaaachooooo!
- Charge It to My Room
- Whatever Happened to the Three Rs?
- The Graduation Gift Racket Read this exerpt
- Discrete Dining
- Lima Bean Broccoli Eggplant Casserole
- DVR Nightmares
- The World's Greatest Frustration
- Around and Around It Goes, Where It Will End Nobody Knows
- Stupid Tourist Attractions
- Garbage Sales
- Creepy Crawlies
- It's All In the Chaw
- Disclaim It
- Eating Disorders
- Women + Facial Hair = NOT
- The Imelda Marcos Gene
- Dorknames
- Faux Antiques
- Country Club Living
- Mmm, Mmm, Good! Read this exerpt
- Romance Smut
- Dearly Beloved
- Point, Click and Go Broke
- The Christmas and Birthday Gift Scam
- Rogue Car Alarms
- Stinky Streets
- The World's Greatest Discovery
- Crack Displays
- Water Buffalos In Our Midst
- Hello? Hello? Speak Louder So I Can Hear You.
- Let's Study That For $10 Million Read this exerpt
- Monkey Suits
- Lunatic Cyclists
- Steamer Trunks and Overhead Bins
- Drunk Drivers
- I'm Bored
- We Interrupt This Program
- Sappiness
- We're All Going to Die
- Yours For Only $19.95!
- Cinematic Blabbermouths
- Hell Phones
- Your Virus 'Hacks' Me Off
- Can Anyone Figure This Out?
- I Can't See Squat In Here
- Duplication Agitation
- You're On the Air If You Dare
- World Class Snoring
- Voice Mail Hell
- Multi-Tasking Drivers
- Zip It Up!
- Worthless Websites
- No Money? No Problem.
- Elevator Inetiquette.
- Basket Case
- Electronic Junk
- Holiday Blather
- Tightwad Tippers
- P.U.
- The Star Spangled Blunder
- Map Madness
- Sticky Fingers
- Speeders Beware
- Hey Mister, Wanna Buy a Candy Bar?
- Mugshots
- If Only There Were a Pill...
- Deadbeat Dads
- Hey Buddy, Can You Spare a Dollar?
- Murphy Lives In My House
- What Am I Trying to Remember?
- Bimbos and Buddies
- Too Many Numbers
- Chomp, Smack, Chomp
- Sally and Bill vs. Megan and Tyler
- Greeding Cards
- Stupid Pro Athlete Tricks
- Daylight Saving Monkeys
- Slaves to Public Opinion
- Just Say No to Snow
- Stick 'Em Up
- Worthless Rags
- Christmas In September
- Please Don't Squeeze the Sandpaper
- Pokey States
- You're a Winner (and a Loser)!
- Insurance Scammers
- Newspaper "Non" Delivery
- Ice Hogs
- Lock It Up
- Bird Bombers
- Lawbreaking Lawmen
- Heavy Lifting
- Pet Excretions
- Triple Trouble
- Hocus Pocus and Mumbo Jumbo
- Forever and a Day
- No Tricks, But Treats
- Obscene Obsolescence
- Flush It Again Sam
- Basic Non-Services
- Oh, the Pitty, Pitty Splatter of...
- Vendo Rob
- Airline Insecurity
- Hapless Losers
- Busing Blues
- The Witch Doctor Is In
- Wussy Parents
- Please Spit Into the Wind
- Doing Time On the Silver Screen
- Oblivious Walkers
- I Approve This Message
- These Gangs Should Be Outlawed
- There's Always An Expert
- Fit For the Cutting Room Floor
- Driven to Obscure
- Nuts, Nuts and More Nuts
- Un-Amusement Parks
- Public Displays of Absurdity
- Put That Out!
- Rabid Dogs
- Drug Dealers
- Rake It, Mow It, Trim It, Hate It
- Instant Insanity
- You're Blind As An Umpire
- Inflated Gas
- Marco. Polo.
- Extra! Extra! Extra!
- Weather Resistant
- Dragon Breath Read this exerpt
- Woof, Woof, Woof, Woof, Woof
- Hot Flash News Bulletin
- That's Sensational News!
- Say Aaaahhh
- Birthday Madness
- Military Might
- Clear With Scattered Showers
- Dam Ice
- Screening Mimi
- Cowardly Weasels
- Unscheduled
- Noise Nuts
- Teen Speak
- Mr. Jerk
- The Middle Ages
- Exciting New Olympic Sports
- Weak-Kneed Lily-Livered Judges
- Translation Required
- Speechifiers
- Say Cheese (Limburger)
- Why Do I Hear That Wailing Sound?
- No Cuts
- Turning Into Clods
- Honking Habits
- One Continuous Monster Rally
- The United States of Nanny
- How Do I Get This @%$# Thing Open?
- Dear Mr. Peabrain
- Dinosaurs Are Not Extinct
- Nature's Nasties
- BCS BS
- I Don't Want Your Free Car Wash
- Cussing Cads
- Power to the People
- A Few Little Limericks
- Fashion Statements
- Hey Baby, How About a Date?
- You Have Messages
- Ding, the Fight Is On
- It's the Little Things That Can Kill You
- We Need An Anti-Yammering Law
- Sniveling Weenies and Arrogant Snakes
- WAAA
- A Death Wish
- Sniffle, Sneeze and Cough
- Bureaucratic BS
- Disastrous Consequences
- Talkin' Trash
- Chronic Coughers
- Wallet Downgrades
- Mannerless Morons
- Keys to Idiocy
- Driving to Dumbsville
- Hot Rodders
- Drunken Spectacles
- The Vacation Blues
- A Sign of the Times
- Pull Over of Pile-Up
- It's a Jungle Out There
- Unattended
- Wardrobe Malfunction
Rarely does a new law mean anything but more infringement upon
our personal freedom. However, one law I would be in favor of is
the banning of feminine hygiene product commercials on television.
Cigarettes and tobacco products can't be advertised, so there is
a precedent. Women should have access to information about feminine
hygiene products, but only through the mail and in plain brown wrappers.
I can't stand it when I'm watching a really terrific show on television and the first commercial into the break begins extolling the virtues of "ultra-thin absorbent pads with wings, especially contoured for a comfortable fit to keep you feeling fresh so that you can enjoy an active lifestyle." Arghhhhhhhh! And, these ads tend to be sneaky. They usually start out with a good looking female model running along the beach or swinging a golf club or dancing in a nightclub.
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Here's one that I know will strike a chord with you. It involves
a highly sophisticated customer service technique. And yes, you
are correct, there is a four-week long course that teaches companies
how to deploy this concept correctly. It's called, "Eight-to-Five
Home Services." What, you still don't know what I'm talking
about? OK, how about going out and buying a new refrigerator. I'm
talking one of those great big deluxe jobs with crushed ice and
vodka martinis that come out of the door. This baby will freeze
a side of beef and still have plenty of room left to chill two weeks
of leftovers. In fact this refrigerator is so smart that it will
start your car in the morning, wake up the kids, put the dog out
and re-set all of your clocks when Daylight Savings Time ends. Ah,
but I digress. One of the hazards of middle age.
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I looked up "rap" in the dictionary the other day. The
definitions were: 1) to hit sharply and swiftly; strike: rapped
the table with his fist. 2) To utter sharply: rap out a
complaint. 3) To criticize or blame. Nowhere did I find that
the word "rap" connotes any form of music. Maybe there's
a reason for that. Maybe, just maybe it's because "rap"
isn't really music! Now I realize that what's music
to my ears may not be music to someone else's ears. But don't you
think it's a stretch for "rap" to be music to anyone's
ears?
I thought it might be interesting to trace the history of "rap," so I contacted the famous musicologist Alfred B. Morningdinger. He explained that "rap" did not originate in the black community as most people think, but actually got its start at a truck stop diner in Comstock, Nebraska (home of the Comstock Windmill Festival). Apparently Roy U. Whilst drove his combine to the diner and left the motor running because he was afraid to shut it down due to a loose actuator belt. Naturally, a loose actuator belt on a combine makes one heck of a lot of noise. To try and drown out the din, one Eugene P. Suggymethal put a quarter in the jukebox and decided to play a tune by that old silver-tongued crooner Ernest Evans (aka Chubby Checkers). The result was an awful racket where the loose combine belt was competing with the chanting of Chubby.
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Pollsters survey everything these days. I've seen polls for peanut
butter, toothpaste, French fries, and whether or not the Cubs will
ever again win the World Series. But I've never seen a poll identifying
the best public restrooms in America. So, I thought I'd help the
pollsters out and create such a survey.
- What aroma were you met with on your last visit to a public
restroom?
a. Socks worn non-stop for 300 days.
b. Skunk - dead or alive it doesn't matter.
c. Dead trout.
d. I don't know. I held my breath the whole time and then I
passed
out.
- What kind of graffiti was written on the stall walls?
a. Sex acts that are impossible to perform.
b. Political name calling harkening back to the days of Richard
Nixon.
c. Weird stuff about something called "ludes" and dental
work involving "uppers."
d. I don't know. I had my eyes glued to the broken latch on the
stall door.
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What's wrong with fast food restaurants you ask? How much time
do you have? Here's the primary problem with most fast food restaurants.
Kids. Yes, the kids that work in fast food restaurants are 90% of
the problem. Where do they get these kids?
I stopped at a well-known fast food place specializing in ice cream
when returning from a vacation recently. Behind the counter the
floor was filthy. Someone had just overflowed the soft ice cream
machine creating a soupy swamp. A girl with neon green eyeliner
brought out a nasty-looking mop and proceeded to smear it around
in the swamp. Brown banana peels littered the counter and dirty
utensils were everywhere. A boy with blue hair was trying to make
a concoction that rhymes with "Wizard" and rather than
clean the apparatus from the prior serving, simply re-used it so
that all the prior goop on it ended up in my "Wizard."
I swear I didn't see one single adult working behind the counter.
All kids - and totally loony, too.
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The Opera. Those very words make me shudder. I must confess. I
have had a bad experience with Opera and thus my fear and loathing.
Yes, on a vacation one year I spent ten days in a condominium listening
to a neighbor playing opera from morning to night. I couldn't find
the clod (and it's probably a good thing) so I suffered day in and
day out. As a result, I decided to do some research on the Opera
and am pleased to offer a modern day translation of the classic
opera, Daus Mogifica Trotto a Fresca.
Ab ovo cogito ergo sum habeas corpus in vino veritas
Habemus Papam caveat emptor non prosequitur per diem
Bibere venenum in auro facile princeps lapsus linguae
Quantum meruit omnia vincit amor deus absconditus
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I hate the month of May. This is the month that my mailbox overflows
with "Give Me a Gift" announcements. Yes, it seems like
every kid in America graduates from high school AND college every
single year. School kids and their parents spend enormous sums of
money to purchase fancy graduation announcements that are then sent
to every person they know well, know slightly and don't know at
all. These announcements are amazing. They have gold embossed school
crests and raised lettering. They are printed on an expensive, heavy
paper stock that required the sacrifice of a single tree per announcement.
And, they arrive in seven different envelopes of "graduating"
sizes.
I'm glad kids graduate from high school and college. That means
they will get out of the house and go sponge off of someone else
(presumably a spouse or a roommate). I'm just not sure how all of
this equates with asking me for a gift to celebrate this occasion.
In fact, these newly minted graduates ought to be writing a hefty
check to Mom and Dad for feeding, clothing and housing him or her
for the past 18 to 22 years. If I knew that the gift request was
for the purpose of accumulating enough money to re-pay Mom and Dad,
I might be a bit more inclined to go along with this racket. But
I have a sneaking suspicion that Mom and Dad aren't going to see
any of the loot.
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Gross, disgusting and sick. That's what I call it. I'm talking
about the way some people eat. I can't imagine they were taught
some of the things that I witness. Yet it's obvious that they've
been feeding their face this way for quite a long period of time.
Let's examine a few of the more repugnant techniques that can be
observed on a daily basis.
The Loud Swallower - I swear I don't
know whether some people just have a small esophagus or try to swallow
too much at once. But they sound like an old hydraulic elevator
as they attempt to force whatever they just chewed or drank from
their mouth into their stomach. Every swallow tends to magnify the
loudness until a point is reached where you can't hear yourself
think.
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Do you know how much of our tax money is spent by politicians and
bureaucrats who commission studies of some of the most ridiculous
things imaginable? In 2003, the U.S. House of Representatives voted
212 to 210 in favor of funding $2 million for the following studies:
Grant Number RO1HD043689: "Mood Arousal and Sexual Risk
Taking." An excerpt from the grant abstract: "In a series
of laboratory studies, mood and sexual arousal will be induced and
their individual and combined effects on sexual risk taking will
be examined."
Grant Number RO3HDO39206: "Study on Sexual Habits of Older
Men." This study seeks to determine whether older men experience
a decline in sexual behavior and if that decline is associated with
sexual dissatisfaction, "especially with behaviors (such as
masturbation) that may be substituted for more rigorous activities."
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There are some of you who are stumbling through life oblivious
to the fact that your breath smells like you ate something out of
a cat's litter box. If you eat an onion or a jalapeno pepper every
once and a while and have a little problem from time-to-time this
isn't about you. But for those of you morons who are clueless about
your chronic condition I have been elected to gently share this
with you and give you some kind suggestions as to what you can do
about it. For starters, you should try to kill yourself. If this
doesn't work take the following steps.
- To find out if you have breath that smells like a camel fart
take this simple test. Put a plastic bag tightly over your head and breathe
normally. If you begin to feel lightheaded (or if the plastic bag melts on your face) it's
a good bet that some drastic action must be taken quickly.
- Do not attempt to use mouthwash, breath spray or mints for
this will only mask the root of the problem.
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