Archive for August, 2009

Ain’t From Around Here

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

Maybe it is just me being sensitive, but I’m pretty sure that the originating Southern email address in this forward belongs to transplanted Northerner.

The difference between the North and the South – at last, clearly explained….

The North has Bloomingdale’s , the South has Dollar General.

The North has coffee houses, the South has Waffle Houses.

The North has dating services, the South has family reunions.

The North has switchblade knives; the South has 45′s.

The North has double last names; the South has double first names.

The North has Indy car races; The South has stock car races.

The North has Cream of Wheat , the South has grits.

The North has green salads, the South has collard greens.

The North has lobsters, the South has crawfish.

The North has the rust belt; the South has the Bible Belt.

FOR NORTHERNERS MOVING SOUTH

In the South : –If you run your car into a ditch, don’t panic. Four men in a four-wheel drive pickup truck with a tow chain will be along shortly. Don’t try to help them, just stay out of their way. This is what they live for.

Don’t be surprised to find movie rentals and bait in the same store… Do not buy food at this store.

Remember, ‘Y’all’ is singular, ‘all y’all’ is plural, and ‘all y’all’s’ is plural possessive.

Get used to hearing ‘You ain’t from round here, are ya?’

Save all manner of bacon grease. You will be instructed later on how to use it.

Don’t be worried at not understanding what people are saying. They can’t understand you either.

The first Southern statement to creep into a transplanted Northerner’s vocabulary is the adjective ‘big’ol,’ truck or ‘big’ol’ boy. Most Northerners begin their Southern-influenced dialect this way. All of them are in denial about it.

The proper pronunciation you learned in school is no longer proper.

Be advised that ‘He needed killin..’ is a valid defense here.

If you hear a Southerner exclaim, ‘Hey, y’all watch this,’ you should stay out of the way. These are likely to be the last words he’ll ever say.

If there is the prediction of the slightest chance of even the smallest accumulation of snow, your presence is required at the local grocery store. It doesn’t matter whether you need anything or not. You just have to go there.

Do not be surprised to find that 10-year olds own their own shotguns, they are proficient marksmen, and their mammas taught them how to aim.

In the South, we have found that the best way to grow a lush green lawn is to pour gravel on it and call it a driveway.

AND REMEMBER: If you do settle in the South and bear children, don’t think we will accept them as Southerners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we ain’t gonna call ‘em biscuits.

Send this to four people that ain’t related to you, and I reckon your life will turn into a country music song ‘fore you know it.

Your kin would get a kick out of it too!

The Secret of a Long Marriage

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

At a church they have a weekly husband’s marriage seminar. At the session last week, the Priest asked Luigi, who was approaching his 50th wedding anniversary, to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he had managed to stay married to the same woman all these years.

Luigi replied to the assembled husbands, ‘Wella, I’ve a-tried to treat-a her nizza, spendda da money on her, but besta of all is that I tooka her to Italy for the 25th anniversary!’

The Priest responded, ‘Luigi, you are an amazing inspiration to all the husbands here! Please tell us what you are planning for your wife for your 50th anniversary.’?

Luigi proudly replied, “I’m agonna go get her”

Reality Check Up

Friday, August 21st, 2009

Here’s something to think about.

I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive Lab tests, he said I was doing ‘fairly well’ for my age.

A little concerned about that comment, I couldn’t resist asking him, ‘Do you think I’ll live to be 80?’

He asked, ‘Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?’

‘Oh no,’ I replied. ‘I’m not doing drugs, either!’

Then he asked, ‘Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?

‘I said, ‘No, my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!’

‘Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?’

‘No, I don’t,’ I said.

He asked, ‘Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?’

‘No,’ I said

He looked at me and said,…. ‘Then, why do you even give a shit?

Bear Market

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

From my good friend Don:

Another one for your blog, found on another blog uncredited. Having lived in MA for a few years, you will appreciate this one…

The Pope took a couple of days off to visit the rugged mountains of Alaska for some sightseeing. He was cruising along the campground in the Pope Mobile when there was a frantic commotion just at the edge of the woods. A helpless Democrat, wearing sandals, shorts, a “Vote for Obama” hat and a “Save the Trees” t-shirt, was screaming while struggling frantically and thrashing around trying to free himself from the grasp of a 10-foot grizzly.

As the Pope watched in horror, a group of Republican loggers with “Go Sarah” t-shirts came racing up. One quickly fired a 44 magnum into the bear’s chest. The other two reached up and pulled the bleeding, semi-conscious Democrat from the bear’s grasp. Then using long clubs, the three loggers finished off the bear and two of them threw it onto the bed of their truck while the other tenderly placed the injured Democrat in the back seat.

As they prepared to leave, the Pope summoned them to come over. “I give you my blessing for your brave actions!” he told them. “I heard there was a bitter hatred between Republican loggers and Democratic environmental activists, but now I’ve seen with my own eyes that this is not true.” As the Pope drove off, one logger asked his buddies “Who was that guy?”

“It was the Pope,” another replied. “He’s in direct contact with Heaven and has access to all wisdom.”

“Well,” the logger said, “he may have access to all wisdom, but he doesn’t know squat about bear hunting! By the way, is the bait still alive, or do we need to go back to Massachusetts and get another one?”

Separation Communication

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

A judge was interviewing a woman regarding her pending divorce, and asked, “What are the grounds for your divorce?”

She replied, “About four acres and a nice little home in the middle of the property with a stream running by.”

“No,” he said, “I mean what is the foundation of this case?”

“It is made of concrete, brick and mortar,” she responded.

“I mean,” he continued, “What are your relations like?”

“I have an aunt and uncle living here in town, and so do my husband’s parents.”

He said, “Do you have a real grudge?”

“No,” she replied, “We have a two-car carport and have never really needed one.”

“Please,” he tried again, “is there any infidelity in your marriage?”

“Yes, both my son and daughter have stereo sets. We don’t necessarily like the music, but the answer to your question is yes.”

“Ma’am, does your husband ever beat you up?”

“Yes,” she responded, “about twice a week he gets up earlier than I do.”

Finally, in frustration, the judge asked, “Lady, why do you want a divorce?”

“Oh, I don’t want a divorce,” she replied. “I’ve never wanted a divorce. My husband does. He says he can’t communicate with me.”

Unscrew You

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

Like all true fairy tales, it ends badly for the protagonist:

Once upon a time, a young lad was born without a belly button. In its place was a silver screw. All the doctors told his mother that there was nothing they could do.

Like it or not, he was stuck with it . . . He was screwed.

All the years of growing up were real tough on him, as all who saw the screw made fun of him. He avoided leaving his house . . … And thus, never made any friends.

One day, a mysterious stranger saw his belly and told him of a monk in Tibet who could get rid of the screw for him. He was thrilled. The next day, he took all of his life’s savings and bought a ticket to Nepal

After several days of climbing up steep cliffs, he came upon a giant monastery. The monk knew exactly why he had come. The screwy guy was told to sleep in the highest tower of the monastery and the following day when he awoke, the screw would have been removed. The man immediately went to the room and fell asleep.

During the night while he slept, a purple fog floated in an open window. In the mist floated a solid silver screwdriver. In just moments, the screwdriver removed the screw and disappeared out the window.

The next morning when the man awoke, he saw the silver screw laying on the pillow next to him. Reaching down, he felt his navel, and there was no screw there! Jubilant, he leaped out of bed . . . . And his butt fell off..

The moral to this is:
‘Don’t screw around with things you don’t understand — You could lose your ass.’

69 Is A Universal Constant

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

Note: This was originally posted on my one-size-fits-none blog that covered technology and humor (among many other topics). If you get through the techno babble at the start without crossing your eyes or going to sleep, and you might just laugh by the end…or feel dumb if you don’t :)

I was reading the specifications for a software program where the maximum value it would accept for a particular setting was 2147483647 seconds. Not a number I will remember on a certification exam. So I whipped out my handy calculator (startruncalc.exe) and figured this out to be just a shade over 68 years.

So, the setting could not get past 69, which reminded me of other technical limits this number is know for.

The speed limit of sex is 68, because at 69 you eat it.
The square root of 69 is eight something.
And now, the time a transaction can try to take is 68 years, after which it gets sucked back to where it started.

Ok, yeah, only the nerds are laughing at that last one, and only some of them. But, hey, that is how my head works in its humor division.

Today’s Outlook: Stay Inside

Monday, August 17th, 2009

The exit door of my hotel this morning:

The World is Scheduled For Repair

The World is Scheduled For Repair

(If you can’t read the sign, it says “Out of Order”)

Either Post Something or Shut Up and Laugh

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

I rarely link to some other site, but it just doesn’t get any more FUQ funny than this: http://www.fmylife.com/ so I created a new category for worthy links.

Time for a Rejuvenation Treatment

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

I don’t recall the actual quote, or which RAH Lazarus Long story, just that it went something like “I know it is time for rejuvenation when a woman walks by and I no longer care“.

With age comes wisdom.

A guy is 85 years old and loves to fish. He was sitting in his boat the other day when he heard a voice say, ‘Pick me up..’
He looked around and couldn’t see any one.

He thought? he was dreaming when he heard the voice say again, ‘Pick me up.’
He looked in the water and there, floating on the top, was a frog.

The man said, ‘Are you talking to me?’

The frog said, ‘Yes, I’m talking to you. Pick me up then, kiss me and I’ll turn into the most beautiful woman you have ever seen and I will be your bride!’

The man looked at the frog for a short time, reached over, picked it up carefully, and placed it in his front breast pocket.
Then the frog said, ‘ Didn’t you hear what I said? I said kiss me and I will be your beautiful bride.’
He opened his pocket, looked at the frog and said,

“Nah, at my age I’d rather have a talking frog.”