WHEN A BUNDLE IS A PILE OF STEAMING YAK DUNG
I was gobsmacked!!!
For the life of me I don’t know what got into my wife.
We were standing in the kitchen. Right out of the blue Jan suddenly blurted: “Gary, you have to call the cable company. You need to negotiate a big reduction in what we pay each month for our cable bill.”
Before I could scream “Are you friggin’ nuts!!” Jan added, “Our friends have done it. Why can’t you? You just have to be really mean and threaten them. Pretend you’re Trump.”
OMG! I knew in Jan’s mind this wasn’t fake news. She was serious.
I did what all middle age men in relax-fit jeans with onset postnatal drip do when confronted with such a demand: I passed out. Smack!
When I regained consciousness, Jan was wiping the blood where I banged my head on our kitchen granite countertop with under-mount double sink and single pull down tap!
Those two words– cable television– coming from your spouse are the worst thing middle age men want to hear. The other most popular two words are ‘upgraded appliances’ that homeowners … Read the rest here
IF A MAN’S HOME IS HIS CASTLE,
WHY DO THE TOILETS BACK UP?
WARNING: Reading the following will create a disgusting image in your mind. Some things aren’t very pretty. I’m just saying…
I was showering, dancing– see WARNING above– screaming at the top of my lungs the anthem that every middle age guy sings: Born To Be Wild…
‘Got your motor runnin’ (deep guttural animalistic sounds here),
Head out on the highway,
Lookin’ for adventure (more deep guttural animalistic sounds here),
And whatever comes our way.
Born to be wiiiillllld! Born to be wiiiillllldd!! Born… to… be……. wiilllllllllddddd!!!!’
Then, in a realistic rock and roll tantrum I smashed the living bejeebers out of my air guitar on the tub surround!
But then it happened…
I realized what this world needs isn’t more foreign-trained doctors driving taxis! What we desperately need is a shampoo that also automatically attacks and disintegrates hair balls gooping up the shower stall drain.
Think about it…
Why just use Ph balanced shampoo with extract of organic rainforest dung to eliminate dandruff, heal split ends, and add volume to your hair?
Wouldn’t it be better if there … Read the rest here
ROBERTSON SCREWDRIVER IS THE ‘SQUARE-SHAPED THINGY’…RIGHT?
Back to school.
Those three words launch parents into a tizzy. It’s their signal to lose their sanity and go nuts spending money they don’t have on their children. Here’s what I mean…
Sarah Sizeplus lives in Elephant Butte, New Mexico. Her son is a high school senior.
“I’m hopeful if I spend enough money on the idiot, he’ll study hard and get a job at a company with a defined benefit pension. Maybe he’ll become a lawyer and win a class action suit against a fast food joint for serving scalding coffee–wouldn’t that be nice? He could fly me to a Caribbean villa every winter.”
Sarah’s son doesn’t want to return for his senior year at high school.
“Honey let’s go shopping for some new clothes and shoes, pens and pencils, books and binders, and a backpack.”
“Mom I don’t want to go to school.”
“Okay I’ll buy you a new iPhone, an iPad, a Fitbit and some indelible markers so you can deface your locker.”
“Mom I also want a new car.”
“Okay dear how about a Hummer?
“Thanks mom. Can … Read the rest here
IMAGINE: A PHONE THAT IS ACTUALLY ATTACHED TO THE WALL!
There are 85 million baby boomers in North America– 170 million knee replacements!
To get a handle on baby boomers the government appointed a blue ribbon expert panel– now there’s an oxymoron! Their findings have been released in a report entitled, ‘Baby Boomers: Beyond Nasal Strips, Pickleball, and Figuring How The Hell To Get Their Grandchildren Into A Car Seat.’
The report highlights that baby boomers were first traumatized by their parents canapés–cheese whiz on celery sticks. As if that wasn’t enough, the report identified three other factors that defined the early years of baby boomers…
1. Baby boomers were the first generation to grow up with mothers who would lick a kleenex and wipe their child’s face– in public. Yuk!
2. Baby boomers were raised on Sunday night dinners of dried shoe leather–AKA: roast beef in a previous life, accompanied by canned cream corn.
3. Baby boomers grew up in homes where the telephone was a beast–2 pieces joined by a black cord, attached to the wall!
These days 2-piece telephones are called ‘land lines.’ Ours sits on the kitchen granite countertop. Nearby, we … Read the rest here
BASEBALL BROADCASTING BACKWARDS R US
Listening to a baseball game on the radio has reached– to use medical terminology– the sphincter tightening stage. It’s like squirming watching Trump trying to read from a TelePrompTer– but way worse.
Back in the good ‘ole days– before middle age men began wearing nasal strips– baseball was all about balls and strikes.
Nowadays broadcasters have taken over. And the ballgame is now second, no make that third, behind a barrage of nonstop paid sponsorships and a dizzying onslaught of silly statistics.
“Hi sports fans. This is Bill Belcher in the ABC Chewing Tobacco broadcast booth.”
“Joining me is my partner former pitcher Lefty Wright. Lefty has the record for striking out the most batters in a game–that had a 30 minute rain delay, AND the pitcher didn’t intentionally throw at a batter, AND never missed a child support payment.”
“Thanks Bill. I’m really quite pleased my record has held up so long. The toughest part was missing a child support payment. Anyways, it’s gonna be a whale of a game this afternoon. I’ve got a feeling these players are gonna give 110% and at the same time keep … Read the rest here
It’s got nothing to do like the time I pretended I had ‘man ears’ and ignored Jans suggestion: “Gary, please just stop and ask someone for directions!”
It’s got nothing to do with not knowing how to use our cars GPS– that’s supposed to lead you to where you want to go, but doesn’t.
I’m lost because my Mom celebrated her 96th birthday–that’s right 96!! Like most men I’m not good with words–unless I’m screaming at a football game! So I needed to buy a birthday card.
I’m still recovering from the whole incident, so this is my best recollection of what happened…
I’m standing in the greeting card section of a department store.
In front of me are rows and rows and rows of racks and racks and racks of greeting cards. It’s longer than the lineup to the women’s washroom during halftime at a football stadium.
Unlike IKEA stores where you have to hike along a twisting aisle through acres of glassware, furniture and into the next County where every eating utensil ever invented is displayed–department stores make it easy. They arrange all the greeting cards … Read the rest here