A teacher asked her students what religious objects they had in their homes.
One boy answered "We have a picture of a woman with a halo holding a baby and every day my mother kneels in front of it."
The next little boy said, "We have a brass statue of a man seated with crossed legs and a Chinese face, and every day my parents burn an incense stick before it."
Then a third boy piped up, "In the bathroom we have a little platform with numbers on it. Every day my mother stands on it first thing in the morning and screams "OH MY GOD."
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Appreciate Your Mother
- My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning." - My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet." - My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!" - My mother taught me LOGIC.
"Because I said so, that's why." - My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me." - My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident." - My mother taught me IRONY
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about." - My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper." - My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!" - My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone." - My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it." - My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!" - My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out." - My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!" - My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do." - My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home." - My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!" - My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way." - My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?" - My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me." - My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up." - My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father." - My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?" - My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand." - And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"
A Ride with the Blue Angels
This is a link to a set of short videos of a reporter going on a ride with the Blue Angels. It's rather amusing, but very impressive a the same time...
http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/extra/blueangels/
http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/extra/blueangels/
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Honda
And you thought those people that set up roomfuls of dominos to knock over were amazing. There are no computer graphics or digital tricks in the film. Everything you see really happened in real time exactly as you see it.
The film took 606 takes. On the first 605 takes, something, usually very minor, didn't work. They would then have to set the whole thing up again. The crew spent weeks shooting night and day. By the time it was over, they were ready to change professions.
The film cost six million dollars and took three months to complete including full engineering of the sequence. In addition, it's two minutes long so every time Honda airs the film on British television, they're shelling out enough dough to keep any one of us in clover for a lifetime.
However, it is fast becoming the most downloaded advertisement in Internet history. Honda executives figure the ad will soon pay for its elf simply in "free viewings" (Honda isn't paying a dime to have you watch this commercial!).
When the ad was pitched to senior executives, they signed off on it immediately without any hesitation - including the costs.
There are six and only six hand-made Honda Accords in the world. To the horror of Honda engineers, the filmmakers disassembled two of them to make the film.
Everything you see in the film (aside from the walls, floor, ramp, and complete Honda Accord) is parts from those two cars.
The voiceover is Garrison Keillor. When the ad was shown to Honda executives, they liked it and commented on how amazing computer graphics have gotten.
They fell off their chairs when they found out it was for real. Oh, and about those funky windshield wipers. On the new Accords, the windshield wipers have water sensors and are designed to start doing their thing automatically as soon as they become wet.
Click on the link below or copy & paste.
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/honda.php
The film took 606 takes. On the first 605 takes, something, usually very minor, didn't work. They would then have to set the whole thing up again. The crew spent weeks shooting night and day. By the time it was over, they were ready to change professions.
The film cost six million dollars and took three months to complete including full engineering of the sequence. In addition, it's two minutes long so every time Honda airs the film on British television, they're shelling out enough dough to keep any one of us in clover for a lifetime.
However, it is fast becoming the most downloaded advertisement in Internet history. Honda executives figure the ad will soon pay for its elf simply in "free viewings" (Honda isn't paying a dime to have you watch this commercial!).
When the ad was pitched to senior executives, they signed off on it immediately without any hesitation - including the costs.
There are six and only six hand-made Honda Accords in the world. To the horror of Honda engineers, the filmmakers disassembled two of them to make the film.
Everything you see in the film (aside from the walls, floor, ramp, and complete Honda Accord) is parts from those two cars.
The voiceover is Garrison Keillor. When the ad was shown to Honda executives, they liked it and commented on how amazing computer graphics have gotten.
They fell off their chairs when they found out it was for real. Oh, and about those funky windshield wipers. On the new Accords, the windshield wipers have water sensors and are designed to start doing their thing automatically as soon as they become wet.
Click on the link below or copy & paste.
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/honda.php
Aaron Karo, Ruminations #65
This is a newsletter thingie I actually subscribe to. Aaron Karo, is completely hysterical, and so completely right. I do suggest that you subscribe yourself to Ruminations, via his website. www.AaronKaro.com
-Nine months ago, I moved to Los Angeles for the opportunity to further my writing and stand-up career and possibly touch a fake breast. Hollywood is usually not kind to newcomers, but I've had a blast so far. I think it's partly because I'm a naive New Yorker and partly because, well, people in this business just crack my shit up. Though I did finally get to touch a fake breast, I still consider myself an outsider in this town (and probably always will). You knew it was only a matter of time before I wrote this column. Ladies and gentleman, I present my "Ruminations on Hollywood Life."
-Unlike when I worked on Wall Street, I love having meetings in Hollywood. Probably because they include free lunch, I don't have to shave, and we get to talk about me.
-In LA, if you have a lunch meeting, it's automatically from one to two pm. Isn't that weird? Everyone in the whole place has lunch at the exact same time! It's just like elementary school, except without the immaturity, petty fighting, and unwillingness to share. OK, actually it's exactly like elementary school.
-I'm honestly still not sure what producers do. As near as I can tell, as long as you have a big wooden bookshelf in your office filled with dozens of unread scripts that have the title written in black Sharpie along the spine, you're a producer.
-During my first big meeting in Hollywood, I was told repeatedly that an idea I'd just pitched was "right in my wheelhouse." I nodded and said, "Totally. It totally is." When the meeting ended I immediately ran out and called my agent to ask what the fuck a "wheelhouse" is. Turns out it means "one's area of expertise." As in "Chicks in wife-beaters who've had too much to drink are right in Karo's wheelhouse."
-I enjoy saying, "Have your people call my people" and being completely serious about it. These days, I have people coming out the ying-yang. At last count, my people consisted of nine agents, an attorney, a publicist, and an accountant. My accountant especially gets a kick about being included in that list. But I tell him, "Andy, we're cousins. You're automatically my people."
-The concept of an "assistant" was so foreign to me when I moved here, but I've come to recognize it as the dominant sub-culture in Los Angeles. Every producer, executive, and agent has an assistant - usually an overqualified and underappreciated twentysomething - to answer their phones and do their bidding. Assistants work late nights together, go out boozing together, and of course, fuck each other. For you Hollywood newcomers, I offer this advice: always pay utmost respect to every assistant you deal with, but keep in mind that assistants' bosses often let them listen in on their conference calls. My first six months in LA I didn't realize this fact and mistakenly began most of my conference calls with something like, "Hey, is your assistant hot? She sounds hot. And dirty."
-In the end, I believe I am poised to succeed in Hollywood for two reasons. One, execs like that I'm a "multi-hyphenate," an overly fancy term for writer-comedian. Personally, I prefer to be called a "slashie," but not everyone gets the Zoolander reference. And two, I'm also what they call "good in a room," meaning when I'm in a meeting, everyone seems to laugh and have a good time. And that's why I'll always prefer Hollywood, where cutting people up is rewarded, over Wall Street, where it's punished. For lack of a better word, I've found my wheelhouse.
-If you're in the LA area, you can see me live and in action at my regular show "Happy Hour with Aaron Karo" at the Hollywood Improv THIS THURSDAY. I'll be boozing and performing alongside a bevy of hilarious comics, including BJ Novak, star of "The Office" on NBC.
-I also want to thank all my fans in Arizona and Texas who came out to my shows in April. I can't even tell you what it's like to get off stage in a city I've never been to before and be besieged by people wanting me to take pictures and sign their books. Without a doubt, that was one of my most ridiculous weeks of stand-up ever!
-And before we get back to the ruminations, let me just plug myself for a second. Wait, that didn't sound right. What I meant was, with college kids graduating left and right this month, if you're a looking for a gift for that special grad in your life...get them a video iPod. If you're looking for something that says, "I'm not sure you'll survive more than three weeks after graduation," check out my second book, Ruminations on Twentysomething Life.
-As always, here are some random things I've been ruminating about lately...
-The other day I came across an ad for an apartment that said a non-refundable deposit was required for tenants with pets. My first thought was, why on earth would anyone ever want to live with an animal? My second thought was, what the hell is a "non-refundable" deposit? Isn't that just a fee?
-A few months ago, my friend Shermdog's sister got engaged and I sent her congratulations via text message. When my grandmother passed away a few weeks ago, my friend Heather expressed her condolences via e-card. I gotta tell you, I'm loving this trend toward less and less personal communication. By the time one of my friends has a baby, all I'm gonna have to do is think really, really hard about how happy I am for them.
-Well, I never thought it would come to this, but I've been blackballed by my own high school. I was invited to speak to the senior class last year about college, and I did so the only way I knew how - with the honest truth. The kids loved it and I felt I'd done them a service by letting them know what actually to expect in college without sugarcoating it. Apparently certain faculty members were offended by my discussions of "syllabi," "fraternities," and "throwing up on chicks," and I am now banned from speaking at my alma mater, Plainview Old-Bethpage John F. Kennedy High School. And to think I bled my own blood on that soccer field.
-I think the worst job you can have is host or hostess at a restaurant that doesn't take reservations. Because all day long you have to pick up the phone and say, "Sorry, we don't take reservations."
-I want to give a special Mother's Day shout to my mom. Mom, sometimes I just don't get you. You start telling stories right in the middle and expect me to piece together what the hell you're talking about. Your cell phone battery dies every single day even though you only talk for about fourteen minutes total. And you consistently refused to DVR "The West Wing" because, you reasoned, it was your favorite show and therefore you "shouldn't have to." But you raised me, and for that you deserve the Medal of Honor. Even though I grew up in the rough and tumble streets of suburban Long Island, you always kept me out of trouble. And I'm still so sorry about getting kicked out of high school that time. But hey, at least it happened nine years after I graduated. I love you Mom!
-And, finally, I truly believe that if you work hard, if you follow your dreams, if you never give up...about 85% of the time you still fail. I mean, come on, let's be realistic. Hollywood is littered with the dreams of those who tried really hard. It's the other 15%, who by some combination of luck and the X-factor have fulfilled all their wildest fantasies, that I strive to join. This week, in New York City, the annual "upfront" presentations are taking place, which is when the television networks traditionally announce their new shows for the coming season (only to abruptly cancel them a few months later). All week, Hollywood producers, executives, agents, and slashies alike will be getting shitblasted together throughout Manhattan to celebrate the occasion. But I'll be here in LA, writing, plotting, and biding my time. It will be worth the wait. And when I do make it, I'll have my people call your people and say, "Fuck me!"
I hope you enjoyed this edition of RUMINATIONS! If you would like to forward this, please do so. If not, it's good for a private chuckle. Thanks for reading!
-Karo
May 15th, 2006
Los Angeles
www.AaronKaro.com
-Nine months ago, I moved to Los Angeles for the opportunity to further my writing and stand-up career and possibly touch a fake breast. Hollywood is usually not kind to newcomers, but I've had a blast so far. I think it's partly because I'm a naive New Yorker and partly because, well, people in this business just crack my shit up. Though I did finally get to touch a fake breast, I still consider myself an outsider in this town (and probably always will). You knew it was only a matter of time before I wrote this column. Ladies and gentleman, I present my "Ruminations on Hollywood Life."
-Unlike when I worked on Wall Street, I love having meetings in Hollywood. Probably because they include free lunch, I don't have to shave, and we get to talk about me.
-In LA, if you have a lunch meeting, it's automatically from one to two pm. Isn't that weird? Everyone in the whole place has lunch at the exact same time! It's just like elementary school, except without the immaturity, petty fighting, and unwillingness to share. OK, actually it's exactly like elementary school.
-I'm honestly still not sure what producers do. As near as I can tell, as long as you have a big wooden bookshelf in your office filled with dozens of unread scripts that have the title written in black Sharpie along the spine, you're a producer.
-During my first big meeting in Hollywood, I was told repeatedly that an idea I'd just pitched was "right in my wheelhouse." I nodded and said, "Totally. It totally is." When the meeting ended I immediately ran out and called my agent to ask what the fuck a "wheelhouse" is. Turns out it means "one's area of expertise." As in "Chicks in wife-beaters who've had too much to drink are right in Karo's wheelhouse."
-I enjoy saying, "Have your people call my people" and being completely serious about it. These days, I have people coming out the ying-yang. At last count, my people consisted of nine agents, an attorney, a publicist, and an accountant. My accountant especially gets a kick about being included in that list. But I tell him, "Andy, we're cousins. You're automatically my people."
-The concept of an "assistant" was so foreign to me when I moved here, but I've come to recognize it as the dominant sub-culture in Los Angeles. Every producer, executive, and agent has an assistant - usually an overqualified and underappreciated twentysomething - to answer their phones and do their bidding. Assistants work late nights together, go out boozing together, and of course, fuck each other. For you Hollywood newcomers, I offer this advice: always pay utmost respect to every assistant you deal with, but keep in mind that assistants' bosses often let them listen in on their conference calls. My first six months in LA I didn't realize this fact and mistakenly began most of my conference calls with something like, "Hey, is your assistant hot? She sounds hot. And dirty."
-In the end, I believe I am poised to succeed in Hollywood for two reasons. One, execs like that I'm a "multi-hyphenate," an overly fancy term for writer-comedian. Personally, I prefer to be called a "slashie," but not everyone gets the Zoolander reference. And two, I'm also what they call "good in a room," meaning when I'm in a meeting, everyone seems to laugh and have a good time. And that's why I'll always prefer Hollywood, where cutting people up is rewarded, over Wall Street, where it's punished. For lack of a better word, I've found my wheelhouse.
-If you're in the LA area, you can see me live and in action at my regular show "Happy Hour with Aaron Karo" at the Hollywood Improv THIS THURSDAY. I'll be boozing and performing alongside a bevy of hilarious comics, including BJ Novak, star of "The Office" on NBC.
-I also want to thank all my fans in Arizona and Texas who came out to my shows in April. I can't even tell you what it's like to get off stage in a city I've never been to before and be besieged by people wanting me to take pictures and sign their books. Without a doubt, that was one of my most ridiculous weeks of stand-up ever!
-And before we get back to the ruminations, let me just plug myself for a second. Wait, that didn't sound right. What I meant was, with college kids graduating left and right this month, if you're a looking for a gift for that special grad in your life...get them a video iPod. If you're looking for something that says, "I'm not sure you'll survive more than three weeks after graduation," check out my second book, Ruminations on Twentysomething Life.
-As always, here are some random things I've been ruminating about lately...
-The other day I came across an ad for an apartment that said a non-refundable deposit was required for tenants with pets. My first thought was, why on earth would anyone ever want to live with an animal? My second thought was, what the hell is a "non-refundable" deposit? Isn't that just a fee?
-A few months ago, my friend Shermdog's sister got engaged and I sent her congratulations via text message. When my grandmother passed away a few weeks ago, my friend Heather expressed her condolences via e-card. I gotta tell you, I'm loving this trend toward less and less personal communication. By the time one of my friends has a baby, all I'm gonna have to do is think really, really hard about how happy I am for them.
-Well, I never thought it would come to this, but I've been blackballed by my own high school. I was invited to speak to the senior class last year about college, and I did so the only way I knew how - with the honest truth. The kids loved it and I felt I'd done them a service by letting them know what actually to expect in college without sugarcoating it. Apparently certain faculty members were offended by my discussions of "syllabi," "fraternities," and "throwing up on chicks," and I am now banned from speaking at my alma mater, Plainview Old-Bethpage John F. Kennedy High School. And to think I bled my own blood on that soccer field.
-I think the worst job you can have is host or hostess at a restaurant that doesn't take reservations. Because all day long you have to pick up the phone and say, "Sorry, we don't take reservations."
-I want to give a special Mother's Day shout to my mom. Mom, sometimes I just don't get you. You start telling stories right in the middle and expect me to piece together what the hell you're talking about. Your cell phone battery dies every single day even though you only talk for about fourteen minutes total. And you consistently refused to DVR "The West Wing" because, you reasoned, it was your favorite show and therefore you "shouldn't have to." But you raised me, and for that you deserve the Medal of Honor. Even though I grew up in the rough and tumble streets of suburban Long Island, you always kept me out of trouble. And I'm still so sorry about getting kicked out of high school that time. But hey, at least it happened nine years after I graduated. I love you Mom!
-And, finally, I truly believe that if you work hard, if you follow your dreams, if you never give up...about 85% of the time you still fail. I mean, come on, let's be realistic. Hollywood is littered with the dreams of those who tried really hard. It's the other 15%, who by some combination of luck and the X-factor have fulfilled all their wildest fantasies, that I strive to join. This week, in New York City, the annual "upfront" presentations are taking place, which is when the television networks traditionally announce their new shows for the coming season (only to abruptly cancel them a few months later). All week, Hollywood producers, executives, agents, and slashies alike will be getting shitblasted together throughout Manhattan to celebrate the occasion. But I'll be here in LA, writing, plotting, and biding my time. It will be worth the wait. And when I do make it, I'll have my people call your people and say, "Fuck me!"
I hope you enjoyed this edition of RUMINATIONS! If you would like to forward this, please do so. If not, it's good for a private chuckle. Thanks for reading!
-Karo
May 15th, 2006
Los Angeles
www.AaronKaro.com
The Exam
A blonde reports for her university final exam, which consists of mainly true and false questions. She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes her purse out, removes a coin and starts tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet: true for heads and false for tails.
Within 30 minutes she's all done, while the rest of the class is still working furiously. During the last few minutes, she is seen desperately throwing the coin, swearing and sweating. The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is happening. "I finished the exam in a half hour," she replies, "and as I have more time left, I'm rechecking my answers."
Within 30 minutes she's all done, while the rest of the class is still working furiously. During the last few minutes, she is seen desperately throwing the coin, swearing and sweating. The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is happening. "I finished the exam in a half hour," she replies, "and as I have more time left, I'm rechecking my answers."
The Potato Family
Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato, which they called 'Yam.'
Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life.
They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like 'Hot Potato,' and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.
Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her!
But on the other hand she wouldn't stay home and become a Couch Potato either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins.
When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland. And the greasy guys from France called the French Fries. And when she went out west, to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.
Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, 'Frito Lay.'
Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that's Potato University) so that when she graduated she'd really be in the Chips.
But in spite of all they did for her, one-day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.
Tom Brokaw!
Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just a Common Tater!
Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life.
They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like 'Hot Potato,' and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.
Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her!
But on the other hand she wouldn't stay home and become a Couch Potato either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins.
When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland. And the greasy guys from France called the French Fries. And when she went out west, to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.
Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, 'Frito Lay.'
Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that's Potato University) so that when she graduated she'd really be in the Chips.
But in spite of all they did for her, one-day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.
Tom Brokaw!
Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just a Common Tater!
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
$5 Suits
Bubba and Billy Joe are walking down the street in Atlanta, and they see a sign on a store which reads, "Suits $5.00 each! Shirts $2.00 each, trousers $2.50 each."
Bubba says to his pal, "Billy Joe, Look here! We could buy a whole gob of these, take'em back to Sand Mountain, sell 'em to our friends, and make a fortune. Just let me do the talkin' 'cause if they hear your accent, they might think we're ignorant, and not wanna sell that stuff to us. Now, I'll talk in a slow Georgia drawl so's they don't know we is from Alabama."
They go in and Bubba says with his best fake Georgia drawl, "I'll take 50 of them suits at $5.00 each, 100 of them there shirts at $2.00 each, 50 pairs of them there trousers at $2.50 each. I'll back up my pickup and..."
The owner of the shop interrupts, "Ya'll from South Alabama, ain't ya?"
"Well...yeah," says a surprised Bubba...."How come you knowed that?"
"Because this is a dry-cleaners."
Bubba says to his pal, "Billy Joe, Look here! We could buy a whole gob of these, take'em back to Sand Mountain, sell 'em to our friends, and make a fortune. Just let me do the talkin' 'cause if they hear your accent, they might think we're ignorant, and not wanna sell that stuff to us. Now, I'll talk in a slow Georgia drawl so's they don't know we is from Alabama."
They go in and Bubba says with his best fake Georgia drawl, "I'll take 50 of them suits at $5.00 each, 100 of them there shirts at $2.00 each, 50 pairs of them there trousers at $2.50 each. I'll back up my pickup and..."
The owner of the shop interrupts, "Ya'll from South Alabama, ain't ya?"
"Well...yeah," says a surprised Bubba...."How come you knowed that?"
"Because this is a dry-cleaners."
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Apple Commercial Parody
You have to actually click on the play button, otherwise it opens a new window.
A Few Movie Trailers
Must Love Jaws
10 Things I Hate About Commandments
The Apparent Trap
Sleepless in Seattle
Chicago
The Exorcist: A Christmas Movie
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Traffic Violation
From During Hurrice Katrina. Click on the image to see the clocked speed of the vehicle.
My Yearly Physical
I went to the doctor for my yearly physical. The nurse starts with certain basics. How much do you weigh?" she asks. "175," I say.
The nurse puts me on the scale. It turns out my weight is "205".
The nurse asks, "Your height?" "5 foot 7," I say. The nurse checks and sees that I only measure 5' 5". She then takes my blood pressure and tells me it is very high.
"Of course it's high!" I scream, "When I came in here I was tall and skinny! Now I'm short and fat!"
She put me on Prozac.
The nurse puts me on the scale. It turns out my weight is "205".
The nurse asks, "Your height?" "5 foot 7," I say. The nurse checks and sees that I only measure 5' 5". She then takes my blood pressure and tells me it is very high.
"Of course it's high!" I scream, "When I came in here I was tall and skinny! Now I'm short and fat!"
She put me on Prozac.
Power Outage
Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house was very, very dark, so the paramedic ask Kathleen, a 3-year-old girl, to hold a flashlight high over her Mommy so hecould see while he helped deliver the baby.
Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed, and after a little while Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry.
The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked thewide-eyed 3-year old what she thought about what she had just witnessed. Kathleen quickly responded, "He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place....
.....smack him again!"
Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed, and after a little while Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry.
The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked thewide-eyed 3-year old what she thought about what she had just witnessed. Kathleen quickly responded, "He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place....
.....smack him again!"
Dirty Words
A young couple got married and went on their honeymoon. When they got back, the bride immediately called her mother.
"Well," said her mother, "so how was the honeymoon?"
"Oh, Mama," she replied, "the honeymoon was wonderful! So romantic . . ."
Suddenly she burst out crying. "But, mama, as soon as we returned, Sam started using the most horrible language . . . things I'd never heard before! I mean, all these awful four-letter words! You've got to take me home . . ., PLEASE MAMA!"
"Sarah, Sarah," her mother said, "calm down! You need to stay with your husband and work this out. Now, tell me, what could be so awful? WHAT four-letter words?"
"Please don't make me tell you, mama," wept the daughter, "I'm so embarrassed, they're just too awful! COME GET ME, PLEASE!!"
"Darling, baby, you must tell me what has you so upset. Tell your mother these horrible four-letter words!"
Sobbing, the bride said, "Oh, Mama . . ., he used words like dust, wash, iron, cook . . ."
"I'll pick you up in twenty minutes," said the mother.
"Well," said her mother, "so how was the honeymoon?"
"Oh, Mama," she replied, "the honeymoon was wonderful! So romantic . . ."
Suddenly she burst out crying. "But, mama, as soon as we returned, Sam started using the most horrible language . . . things I'd never heard before! I mean, all these awful four-letter words! You've got to take me home . . ., PLEASE MAMA!"
"Sarah, Sarah," her mother said, "calm down! You need to stay with your husband and work this out. Now, tell me, what could be so awful? WHAT four-letter words?"
"Please don't make me tell you, mama," wept the daughter, "I'm so embarrassed, they're just too awful! COME GET ME, PLEASE!!"
"Darling, baby, you must tell me what has you so upset. Tell your mother these horrible four-letter words!"
Sobbing, the bride said, "Oh, Mama . . ., he used words like dust, wash, iron, cook . . ."
"I'll pick you up in twenty minutes," said the mother.
Painting on a Bathroom Floor
Imagine that you're at a party.
You've been drinking, maybe a little more than you should (not that you would).
And of course the time comes that you have to visit the bathroom.
You stumble in, and see...
You've been drinking, maybe a little more than you should (not that you would).
And of course the time comes that you have to visit the bathroom.
You stumble in, and see...
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