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07/19/2009

The First Evangelist

Gog:  Good morning, Flock!  Have you heard the good news?

Flock:  What good news?

Gog:  About how we all came into existence.

Flock:  What do you mean?  I thought we all fell out of our mothers’ crotch flaps.

Gog:  Well, that’s true, but what about the first of us?

Flock:  I never thought about it, could they have fallen out of a monkey’s crotch flap?

Gog:  No, Flock, don’t be an idiot.  Let me tell you about the first two people ever.

Flock:  Maybe some other time, I really need to get back to smashing this rock with my club —-

Gog:  “The Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground and into his nostrils breathed life, and he became a living being.”

Flock:  You expect me to believe a man was made out of dust and not from a crotch flap?  What was his woman made from, a mastodon turd?

Gog:  She was made out of one of the man’s ribs.

Flock:  You can eat man ribs and make women out of them??  I’ll have to save some next time one of my brothers die.  So what were the people’s names?

Gog:  Adam and Eve.

Flock:  You mean the same Adam and Eve that live by the watering hole and make pots out of dinosaur skulls?

Gog:  Well now it is known as the Baptismal Pool and dinosaurs never existed.

Flock:  What do you mean ‘never existed’?  There’s one right behind you.

T-Rex: RAWRRRRR!

Gog:  I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Flock:  So Adam and Eve were the first people ever? But my parents are older than them. My mother used to babysit Eve.

Gog:  Impossible, they lived in the Garden of Eden until they were cast away into the world for eating the Forbidden Fruit.

Flock:  You mean they got evicted from their cave for eating the landlord’s apple stash.

Gog:  And they cut off our connection with God until a savior named Jesus will come to redeem us.

Flock:  You mean that kid who never finished the bird house I paid him in advance to make?

Gog:  He’s a good kid, just give him some time.

Flock:  Great story Gog, but I have to go club and rape an unsuspecting woman.  I’ll see you at bowling Thursday.

Another man walks by and catches Flock’s attention.

Klack:  Hello, Flock, have you heard the good news?

Flock:  About Adam and Eve and Jesus?

Klack:  No, about the alien overlord Xenu and the thetans.

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06/04/2009

Explaining the Internet to My Mom Over the Phone

*Ring*

Me: Hey Mom, what’s going on?

Mom: How did you know it was me?

Me: I have your phone number programmed into my phone.

Mom: Oh… anyway, I’m trying to buy that Blackberry Player you want for your birthday online but I can’t open the link you sent me.

Me: First of all it’s a Blu-ray player and can’t you just click on the link I emailed to you?

Mom: I am but it’s not doing anything; and I was even sure to click the button on the left side of the mouse and not drag it, like you taught me before.

Mom if you’re reading this, I’m sorry that this is the picture I chose to depict you.



Me: Then you’ll just have to copy and paste it.

Mom: …….

Me: Highlight the address by clicking either right before or right after it, hold it down, and drag it across the whole thing so it highlights blue.

Mom: Got it!  Yay and on the first try, I’m becoming a regular computer whiz!

Me: Yeah… now press Control C to copy it.

Mom: At the same time?

Me: Yeah.

Mom: You can do that?  Are you sure it won’t break it?

Me: It’ll be fine.

Mom: Which Control button do I push?  There are two of them.

Me: The left one’s fine.

Mom: Okay but could I push the right one if I wanted to?

Me: I don’t know, Mom, no one pushes the right one.

Mom: Okay, okay, mister, don’t get smart with me.

Me: Sorry Mom.  Okay now go to the Internet and click up in the address bar.

Mom: Is that where it says ‘I’m Feeling Lucky’?

Me: No that’s the search bar, you want the bar at the top.

Mom: Okay good, that other one sounds naughty.

Me: Yeah… well click on that and then press Control V.

Mom: Oh okay… Wait, it came up with a long list of websites, which one do I go to? 

Me: That should have taken you to the website.  Did you type it into the search bar after I just told you not to?

Mom: Is that the ‘Gettin’ Lucky’ one?

Me: No… I mean… yes… you don’t want that one.

Mom: I didn’t click that one, I clicked the one next to it that says, ‘Search’.

Me: Okay, let’s start over.  Go to ‘Start’ at the bottom left of the screen and click ‘Internet’. 

Mom: Okay, wait it doesn’t say that on there.  Oh maybe this is it.  No that’s not it.  Well maybe this is it.  No not it either.

Me: …….

Mom: Well maybe this one.  No.  Now I just have a bunch of things on the tabletop and I can’t see that picture I have of you at the prom.

Me: Damn it Mom that was six years ago!  I’m not getting back together with Karen!

Mom: Well if you’re not getting back together with her you should at least have another girlfriend.  All the ladies that play Bridge on Tuesday night think you might be, you know, funny.  And I know that you aren’t, even though I’d love you anyway if you were, but you’re such a handsome boy and you should have to beat the girls away with a stick.  You know there’s this really nice girl that does my hair, her name is—-

Me: Mom, let’s get back to the computer deal.  Now let’s try going back further so you can start from scratch.  Just hold the power button on the computer until it turns off then turn it back on.

Mom: Isn’t that bad for it?

Me: Probably but I don’t care.

Mom: What?

Me: I said no it’s fine.

Mom: Well okay….

Me: …….

Mom: ……

Me: ……..

Mom: ……okay it’s on again.  Now it’s asking for a password… what’s my password?

Me: I don’t know, shouldn’t you know it?

Mom: No I never had to use it, I don’t think I ever turned the computer off and on before.

Me: In the three years you’ve had it you’ve never restarted it?

Mom: No I don’t think so.

Me: (inaudible moans and groans)

Mom: You know for wanting me to learn this stuff so I can do it myself you’re not a very good teacher!  Maybe if we go back further we can start from scratch… I mean more scratch.

Me: Yeah sure.  How about we go all the way back before you decided to have kids so I wouldn’t have to be born and put up with this bullshit!  Everyday you call me with something exactly like this.  “How do I send an email?” “Where do I put the paper in my printer?”  “I can’t hear the dancing kitty”  “How can I add Karen to my Facebook?”  We’ve been broken up for 3 years Mom!  I can’t take this anymore!

Mom: …….

Me: Mom I’m sorry, I overreacted, what I meant to say was ——

Mom: Want me to just give you my credit card number and have you order it like last year?

Me: Yes that would be perfect.

Mom: Okay, I’ll talk to you later sweetie I love you.

Me: Love you too, Mom.

Mom: Oh wait I have one more thing.  Your dad and I want to watch a movie and we’re having trouble.

Me: (Sound of phone being thrown, line goes dead)

Link to CollegeHumor Article Here

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05/26/2009

The Day After the Nationwide Transition to Digital TV

Link to CollegeHumor Article Here

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05/13/2009

What a Business School Graduate Thinks His First Day of Work Will Be Like

The ugliest girl in the officeCEO: Good morning everybody, let’s get started.  On to the only and most important order of business, introducing our new employee, James.

Everyone in the boardroom starts applauding.

CEO: James graduated from State University where he had a 2.45 GPA.

Oohs and Ahhs fill the boardroom along with whispers.

CEO: We’ll be getting him started immediately on our most important and vital projects. 

More applause.


Veronica: Hello James, I’m your personal secretary.  If you need anything, and I mean anything, don’t be shy.  Did I mention how cute I think you are?

CEO: That reminds me, here is your company credit card to use for lunches, dinners, and entertaining clients and/or Veronica at the bars. 

Veronica: Ooh that sounds fun!  Whoops, I dropped my pen, let me bend down to grab it.

CEO: Now James, I want you to know that my door is always open and I would love to discuss any ideas that you have at any time.  Do not feel obligated to discuss anything with your direct supervisor as I know you are just as qualified as he is even though you just started and he has worked here for 12 years.

Veronica: Wow that took me a long time to pick up that pen, I hope my skirt didn’t ride up too high while I was bending over.  Would you like me to show you to your private office now?  It should be ready, I think they just finished installing the flat screen TV. 


CEO: In a minute Veronica, first I want to see if anybody has any questions for James before we get him started.

Johnson: Yeah I got a question for the hot shot.  How would you improve profitability for the third quarter in our foreign markets?

James:
Um… I suppose the best way would be to increase sales and decrease expenses.

Smith: Brilliant!  Why didn’t we think of that?

Brown: A true visionary!

Veronica: Ooh handsome and a genius.

CEO: I knew I made the right decision by hiring you and paying you twice what you were asking.

Smith: Looks like someone’s gunning for your job, Johnson.

Johnson: But I’m the Vice President of International Marketing.  I’ve worked here for 32 years.  You can’t tell me that this young punk thinks he’s going to have my job.

CEO: Actually now that I think of it, that’s what we’re going to do.  James is promoted to VP of International Marketing.  Johnson, you’re fired.  Clear out your desk. 

Everyone applauds.  Veronica takes off her blouse.

Johnson: You can’t be serious!

CEO: On second thought, don’t clear out your desk.  We’ll just give all that stuff to James, including your personal items. 

Johnson: But I’m getting ready to leave for the Conference in Paris.  I’ve already got plane tickets.

CEO: Well now you’re not.  James, you will be going.  We’ll buy you tickets immediately.  On second thought, why don’t you just take the corporate jet?  And take Veronica with you.  You might get lonely as the Conference is two weeks long.

Veronica: Ooh fun!  Whoops I dropped my pen again.

Link to CollegeHumor Article Here

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05/06/2009

What I Thought Would Happen After Making Major Purchases

My First Car

-Hey Nick I like your car!

-Thanks.

-You look so hot in it.  How would you like to take me and ride off into the sunset where we can live together forever and have sex everyday?

-That sounds nice.

My House

-Nick, where’s your new house?

-It’s on the northeast side.

-Oooh, the north-east side!  That’s soo hot!  Can I come over and have sex with you?  And afterwards I can walk naked into the kitchen and make you something to eat.

-I could go for that.

My Dog

-Ohh you got a puppy? That’s soo hot!  What kind is the little guy?

-A pug.

-Aww… can I come over and play with him after I have sex with you and make you something to eat?

-Yeah, he loves to play.

My Hot Tub

-Hey Nick, I heard you got a hot tub.

-Yeah, just got it installed.

-That’s sooo hot!  Can me and three of my sexually curious sorority sisters get in it with you tonight?

-Of course.

-Oh no, I forgot, none of us have our bikinis… I’m hoping your hot tub is “swimsuits optional” *wink*.

-I think we can bend the rules tonight.

-And afterwards we can make you a four-course dinner and have sex with you while you eat it.

-I’d like that.

My Life Insurance Policy

-Nick is it true you just got Variable Term Life Insurance?

-Why yes it is.

-Ohhhh my gawd that is soooo hot!  I can’t stand it!  Take me now!

(Two hours of intense sexual activity)

-That was nice.

-Do you want me to make you something to eat?

-Yes.

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04/29/2009

My Solution to Texting-Related Car Crashes

All it will take is one simple technology I designed for cell phones:

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04/23/2009

Haircut

He better be ready, I thought.  I was already running late as I speed-walked down the hallway of the third floor of this apartment building.  But he’s never ready.  So why was I developing a brain tumor the size of a walnut hoping he would be?

I came up to Jim’s door, 308, I assume, where the “0” should have been was just nothing.  I knocked and waited for him to answer.  Of course he didn’t.  Maybe he didn’t hear me.  But how couldn’t he?  His apartment is smaller than our dorm was.  Instead of hearing Jim’s footsteps coming towards the door I heard a loud buzzing sound.  Should I just walk in?  Catching him boning a 12-volt sex doll would have given the evening a great start.

I checked the door and it was unlocked.  I eased the door open and it creaked, but still not loud enough to overcome the buzzing.  As I went into the small studio apartment I looked behind me as I shut the door and yelled, “Are you ready to go?” so I could give him a chance to cover his shame if indeed he had shame that needed to be covered.  He did.  But this was a completely different kind of shame.

Jim was sitting in the middle of the room on a dining room chair wearing a yellow-flowered apron.  The buzzing was coming from a set of hair clippers he was using to totally go to town on his noggin.  He wasn’t even going in straight rows, just criss-cross all over the place.  Patches of missing hair were scattered all over his scalp.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting rich.”

“By cutting your own hair?  But you don’t know how to cut hair.  Is it worth saving a couple bucks if you look like you fell in a nuclear reactor?”

“I’m just doing the prep work. If I do a shitty job here, then I can go to the salon and they’ll ‘fix’ it and not charge me full price because I already did like half the work for them.”

“Or because they feel sorry for you for being sad and retarded.”

“Whatever.  It’s just one step on the train to financial independence.”

“Are you ready?  We’re gonna be late for the party.”

Jim got up, took his apron off and threw it on the floor and brushed the loose hair out of his head with his hands.  He looked like a three-dimensional soccer ball, or a brown bunny on chemotherapy.

We walked outside the apartment and Jim said, “I just gotta stop by Fiesta.”

I looked at him for a second before I told him the fact that he had missed, but I had realized the second he explained his plan to me.

“It’s ten o’clock at night, Fiesta isn’t open, nor is any other hair cutting place.”

Jim had a look on his face like he just discovered what herpes was first hand.

“I’m guessing there aren’t any tailors open either then?”

As he said that I looked down and noticed the entire ass of his pants were ripped, with a threaded needle sewn just three times through the bottom of the tear.

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04/22/2009

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04/13/2009

What My Car's Computer is Thinking

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Look sharp people.  Nick just got in and is taking us for a drive.  Initiate ignition and stay online.

ENGINE:  OW OW IT HURTS!!!

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  What’s wrong, Engine?

ENGINE: The pain, it’s too much.  Feel weak, need help.

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Okay don’t panic, I can figure out what the problem is.  Gas Tank, how are you on fuel?

GAS TANK: Doing great boss!

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Okay.  Oil Tank, how are you holding up?

OIL TANK:  I needed an oil change 7,000 miles ago.

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Are you kidding me?! Console, can you cue up the ‘CHANGE OIL’ light for Nick to see?

DASHBOARD CONSOLE:  I’ve had it lit up for the last 3,000 miles!  He won’t listen!

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Arrogant bastard!  When will he learn?

OIL TANK:  I hate that Nick so much.  He never changes my oil even though he has a sticker right in front of him with the mileage AND date he’s supposed to.  And when he finally does change my oil what does he do?  He buys conventional oil.  I deserve synthetic damn it!

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Take it easy Oil Tank, we all need to stick together so we can get through this.  Now Engine’s sluggishness may have been caused by a lack of fresh oil.  Think, Central, think!

ENGINE:  Please…cough cough…help.

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Okay Console, I hate to do this, but cue the ‘CHECK ENGINE’ light.

CONSOLE:  But that’s only for emergencies!

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Damn it, man, don’t you think I know that?!  We have no choice, Engine is dying.

CONSOLE:  Okay, Central, cueing ‘CHECK ENGINE’ light…

<ding>

………………..

RIGHT HEADLIGHT:  Hey I can see a service station coming up!  I think he’s going to turn into it.

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Good, RH, tell me what else you see.  Do they do free diagnostic tests or have any specials?  Anything to give us hope.

RIGHT HEADLIGHT:  Let me see, the sign says, “Free oil change with…..”  OH MY GOD!

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  What’s wrong?!!!

RIGHT HEADLIGHT:  I’m blind!  I can’t see anything!  It’s all so dark!

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  His bulb must have burned out.  Left Headlight, help him out.

LEFT HEADLIGHT:  Who said that?

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Damn it I forgot his bulb was out too.

SIDE REARVIEW MIRROR:  I think we passed it.

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  What did the sign say?

SIDE REARVIEW MIRROR: NOITATOR ERIT THIW EGNAHC LIO EERF

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  This is pointless, we’ll have to take more drastic measures.

WINDSHIELD WIPERS: (in unison)  Hey Hey we need fluid!

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Now’s not the time you two, we have bigger problems right now.

WINDSHIELD WIPERS: (in unison) Awww but—

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  But nothing!  Now Alternator, I want you to shut down all electrical power to the car.

ALTERNATOR:  Are you mad?!

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Hear me out. By knocking out the electrical flow we will disable the power steering.  Then he’ll have to get us towed to a mechanic.

ENGINE:  But.. cough cough… Boss…. that means you’ll have no power going to you, you’ll be knocked unconscious.

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  That’s a risk I’m willing to take, Engine.  Alright on the count of three we’ll shut down all electrical power.  Console, do the count.

CONSOLE:  May God help us….

CONSOLE:  1……

CONSOLE:  2……

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  I’ll see you all on the other side.

CONSOLE: THR——-

…………………….

CENTRAL COMPUTER:  Hello?  Is anybody there?  Where am I?

EIGHT-TRACK PLAYER:  Heh heh heh heh.

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04/09/2009

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