December 1, 2012

A Modern Day Christmas Poem

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Santa is coming

The little boy said

He comes down the chimney

While I’m snug in my bed

He brings me the toys

That I’ve wanted all year

He eats half a cookie

And drinks seven beers

He opens the fridge

For a post midnight snack

He drinks all the eggnog

Infused with cognac

He lies on the couch

And he flips on the tube

He surfs all the channels

He’s looking for boobs

He finally stops clicking

He’s found Cinemax

Santa takes off his pants

So that he can relax

He passes out there

And he snores ’til the morn’

That’s when mother starts screaming

About eggnog and porn

I don’t understand

Why my mother’s so mad

Oh, shit, that’s not Santa

It’s my crazy, drunk dad

-Bill McMorrow

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November 30, 2012

Does Anybody Like My Powerful Balls?

I call bullshit!

I call bullshit!

The big Powerball drawing has come and gone, and alas, I did not win. It’s a shame, because being unemployed and what not, I could have really used half a billion dollars, what with Christmas right around the corner and my insatiable and extremely expensive addiction to myrrh. It really is the best of all the biblical hallucinogens. I was pretty sure I had the winning combo, because the little Indian dude at the store said, “Good Luck” to me. Apparently good luck means something else in his native tongue. Goddamn English as a second language classes!

If you didn’t buy a ticket, you still had a pretty good chance to win. You could go on Facebook and find numerous pictures people posted of Powerball tickets. They promised you that if you “liked” their photo, they would share the jackpot with you if they won. Talk about generous people. I’m sure they would have followed through with their promise because people don’t lie on the internet, that’s like a rule or something.
I really hope, since nobody that cares enough about me to set me up for life won it, that one of those Facebook tickets hit. I love a good class action lawsuit. Mmmmm, tastes like John Grisham.

“Your Honor, I was one of those eight hundred thousand people who liked the defendants photo. I move that you immediately find in my favor and award me my three hundred and thirteen dollars, less lawyers fees, and I want it now! I’ve got scratch tickets to buy!”

If it went to court and the defendant didn’t have to split the money there would be riots. People angry that they got horn-swaggled out of the money that was rightfully theirs, due to their access to a functioning internet device as well as their high level of gullibility.

But just think of all the other ramifications of a verdict such as that. All the other social contracts that you have signed would essentially become null and void. All of a sudden those pictures of abused children that you “liked” to prove you don’t like child abuse are now just pictures of abused children that you liked. That looks bad on a resume. This verdict is already messing with your ability to find gainful employment.

All those people who you invited to join your farm are no longer legally obligated to tend to your crops, nor your livestock. Thereby putting the very food source that you rely on to feed your sweet beautiful baby children at risk. They are trying to kill your babies!! Now you can’t feed your family, all because of some selfish prick looking to stockpile Facebook “likes” and then, I guess, barter away all those “likes” for goods and services after the end of the world.

You know, in the future, when we start using Facebook likes as currency, and we stop liking pictures of abused children to prove we don’t like child abuse.

Please “Like” this if you agree.

Posted by on November 30, 2012 in Comedy, Games, Humor, Humour and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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November 29, 2012

Why The NHL Lockout Does Not Matter (To Me)

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What the hell has happened to the National Hockey League? I don’t really know, because I no longer follow it. But I used to follow the NHL religiously, and more specifically the Boston Bruins. From my mid teen years I spent countless hours watching the Bruins, reading about the Bruins, having arguments about the Bruins, bleeding Black and Gold, as they say.
I remember being 17 years old and the B’s swept the Hartford Whalers in the playoffs. We celebrated like any mature teenagers in the 1980’s did. We went out in front of my house in a quiet stretch of suburbia , and we drunkenly ran around with brooms sweeping the street. At one in the morning. On a school night.
I remember the triple O.T game in the Stanley Cup finals against the Edmonton Oilers. I watched it over at the house of some friends who lived in my neighborhood. I vividly recall cringing when Bruins defenseman Glen Wesley missed on an open net in OT and sent the puck over the crossbar. The game went on for what seemed like forever. Finally, late in the third overtime Petr Klima scored for Edmonton. It was like a haymaker to my tender breadbasket. I mourned like any young adult boy in the 1980’s did. I drunkenly stumbled home singing “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn” and punching telephone poles. At two o’clock in the morning. On a work night.

I remember feeling sick to my stomach when I heard Cam Neely was retiring due to injury. The greatest power forward to ever lives career was cut short by a cheap knee on knee hit by the even cheaper Ulf Samuelsson. Damn you Ulfie! I still actively despise you for that.
I watched with utter disgust as the notoriously stingy tandem of owner Jeremy Jacobs and general manager Harry Sinden made Raymond “The Captain” Bourque go to arbitration for a contract. He was only the heart and soul of the franchise, why should he get rewarded for that?
I remember the pall that hung over the city the day Ray Bourque requested a trade from the B’s to go play for a contender and have a chance at the championship that had eluded him his whole career. He went to the Colorado Avalanche (formerly the Quebec Nordiques, who lost their team and then saw them win the cup the very next year. Talk about a kick in the nuts), and while the Av’s didn’t win it all that year, they took the cup the following season. Ray wound up bringing the Stanley Cup to Boston’s City Hall Plaza for a rally. It was packed with people wanting to celebrate their captain finally winning it all. Even though he wasn’t ours anymore. Harry Sinden released a statement saying that it was wrong for him to do that. Harry Sinden can suck a chub.
I watched the Bruins nosedive for years after that. They always talked about how a salary cap was needed in the NHL. They refused to sign players past the 2004 season because they knew a lockout was coming. They repeatedly stated they would be in the best financial shape to sign players after a cap had been put in place. The entire 2004-2005 season was lost due to the lockout. Smart business move. The league came back the following year and it was like I was playing a fantasy draft team on NHL2K5. I had no idea who half of my beloved franchise was. They made a move locking up  number 1 draft pick Joe Thornton for the six-year maximum contract and then traded him to the San Jose Sharks where he went on to finish the year as league MVP.
I was done. I couldn’t spend any more of my precious time and money caring for a team whose owners didn’t care. All Jeremy Jacobs is concerned about is selling $7 hot dogs and $9 beers. I just stopped watching. My laissez-faire attitude came in handy a few years ago when the B’s were up 3-0 in the playoff series against the Philadelphia Flyers and wound up losing the next 4 games. It didn’t faze me at all. A few years prior to that and I would have spent a week in the fetal position on the floor in my own filth. But my life carried on, unlike some of my very good friends, who were devastated over it. I felt their pain, I just didn’t feel “the” pain.
The next year, the Bruins won it all. The Stanley Cup came back to Boston for the first time since 1972, not counting the aforementioned Bourque rally. The Bruins winning the cup was something I had wished and prayed about for years. But when it happened, it might as well have been the Columbus Blue Jackets or the Nashville Predators that had won it. I didn’t jump up and down and hoot and holler. I did high-five a few friends but that was all for them. It’s never cool to leave a high-five hanging. It’s just bad etiquette, all around. I was happy for my friends. Their team had just won the championship with the coolest trophy in all of professional sports. But that’s the part that sucked, because it was no longer my team. I couldn’t just jump back on the bandwagon after they won, could I? Damn right I couldn’t. So I didn’t.
Now the NHL is in the middle of their fourth work stoppage in their history, and they have all occurred under Gary Bettman’s watch. That’s a fantastic track record. Expansion has weakened the league. The NHL has thirty teams when it should have twenty-four at the most, twelve Canadian and twelve American. I’ve always thought that if you can’t go outside in the winter and play hockey on a pond, than your city probably shouldn’t have a professional hockey team. That seems like common sense to me.
The kicker of it is that I still believe the hockey is one of the best sports, and it is the absolute best to watch live. It’s fast, it’s tough, it’s exciting.

Unfortunately, it’s just not for me anymore.

Thanks Jeremy Jacobs.

Posted by on November 29, 2012 in Comedy, Games, Humor, Humour, Sports and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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November 27, 2012

A Boy’s Guide To Wooing A Sweet Beautiful Baby Lady

Hello, Ladies

Ladies are virtually everywhere nowadays. It’s a proven scientific fact that most people who aren’t men are ladies. Look it up, it’s true.

Sometimes it’s hard to find a mate. That perfect lady who is willing to sell herself short and settle for someone of your questionable lineage. I get it. I mean, I’m happily married, but I was once a single boy from an upper middle lower class family looking for the love of an adequate woman. With that in mind, I have assembled a helpful guide to getting down with the obviously confused woman of your dreams.

  1. It can be very hard to find a woman who is compatible with you just by going outside your house and talking to them in public where they can see your face. That’s why God created the internet. There are all kinds of dating sites that promise to find the perfect match for you if you pay them money. That is preposterous. We all know that these ladies should be paying to hook up with you. Soon they will know it too. Signing up for one or seven of these sites can be a good way of breaking the ice with a whole bunch of teenage boys pretending to be women. That will prepare you for eventually chatting on-line with police officers pretending to be young girls.
  2. Sweet baby ladies like to talk about things that interest them. Yeah, they’re weird like that. But it works, so you should probably study up on these things. Ladies enjoy talking about things like video games, professional wrestling, fireworks, soap operas, butterfly knives, public transportation, and menstrual cycles. Boy do they love talking about menstrual cycles. If you aren’t well versed in these subjects you should check out Wikipedia. You can learn all kinds of different things on there.
  3. When you are at a restaurant with a sweet beautiful baby lady, you should always order her food for her without asking her what she wants. It makes you look classy and it can also help broaden her horizons. What if she is allergic to shellfish but doesn’t know it? She should find that stuff out. What if she doesn’t eat meat? Well, she is going to look pretty foolish with that Salisbury Steak just sitting in front of her getting all cold. She will feel compelled to eat it and finally get some much-needed protein in her diet. So it’s kind of like you are saving her life. Look at you, being a hero and what not. Chicks dig heroes.
  4. When the check comes at the end of the meal, excuse yourself and go use the men’s room. You should stay in there for roughly 30 minutes. By the time you get back to the table, she should have paid the bill, if she truly is a distinguished lady of proper upbringing. If the bill hasn’t been settled yet, excuse yourself again and retreat back to the mens room for at least another hour. When you come back a second time, the check should have most certainly been paid. Or she has already left the restaurant and stuck you with the bill. You don’t want any part of a woman who would treat you like that. She’s like school in Summertime….No Class.
  5. Ladies love the movies. More specifically, they love romantic comedies. When taking a potential baby mama to a “chick-flick” you should be prepared. You don’t want to fall asleep during the movie and start snoring in the theater. That looks bad to your date, as well as to any other potential sweet mammas you may hope to score some digits from at the snack bar. To stay awake, you might want to do some cocaine. I say you might, because you also might not. If you do choose to use cocaine to stay alert, you should do that in the mens room. No point in sharing lines with this broad if she’s not “The One”. Also, she might be an undercover cop. She looks like one. Did you even ask her? After doing your delicious bumps of booger sugar, you should grab some snacks and head back to your seats. Don’t forget to get your date some tap water. Girls get thirsty, too. During the movie you should be polite, but you should also keep your potential paramour engaged with endless questions about the movie.
  • “Who’s that chick?”
  • “Where did that guy come from?”
  • “Why isn’t anybody punching that dude in the face?’
  • “Is Ryan Gosling hotter than me?”
  • “Who the hell greenlit this movie?”
  • “Can we leave now and get to the sexing?”

Once the movie has ended and you have both gone out to your parents car for the inevitable pants party, you should pay her a compliment. Something nice like, “Wow, you really don’t seem like this much of a slut.” This once again reaffirms her belief that you are indeed a true gentleman.

After dropping her back off at her halfway house, don’t forget to ask her for some gas money.

Your parents will be pissed if you bring their Kia Sportage back with an empty tank, again.

Posted by on November 27, 2012 in Comedy, Dating, Humor, Humour and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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November 26, 2012

Black Friday, Cyber McMonday

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The Friday after Thanksgiving is known as Black Friday. It is a day in America where we harness the power of all our pent-up rage over the things that we are not thankful for, and use it to physically assault our fellow citizens under the guise of capitalism.

Wait I can save $20 on this VCR? Well then, Nana must die.

No, Nana doesn’t need to die for you to get your precious wildly outdated piece of equipment. Nana doesn’t even need to get her arm broken, even though she always stiffs you on your birthday because she needs her monies for medication, so she kind of deserves it.

You don’t need to camp out in front of the local Wal-Mart or Best Buy or Woolworth’s or Zayre’s. It’s insane to put yourself at risk by sleeping in front of a store when any crazy person could just saunter up and fondle your junk. Now you can just wait for the following Monday and safely do your shopping online whilst fondling your own junk. Thats right, we’re talking about Cyber Monday.

Legend tells that the Monday following Thanksgiving shall from hence forth be known as Cyber Monday. It is the day we celebrate and remember the cyborg army that fought, and died, alongside General Custer at the battleoflittlebighorn.com. Or at least that’s what wikipedia told me.

To remember these brave man-chines, online retailers offer incredible savings on all types of goods and sundries. From electronics, to clothing, to sex toys, Cyber Monday offers all of the best deals.
It also allows us to ponder an age-old question that has perplexed mankind since sweet baby J was born in that manger, no crib for his bed.
“Should I pay extra for overnight shipping on this vibrator?”
Yes. Yes, you should. You deserve it.

Posted by on November 26, 2012 in Comedy, Humor, Humour and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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November 20, 2012

Laughter: Use As Directed

Who doesn’t love to laugh? Yeah, I don’t know either. Everyone can use a good laugh from time to time, now and again. When the stresses of life weigh you down, it’s good to be able to laugh it off. Whether it be problems at your job, issues at home, friction amongst members of your babysitters club, or whatever. The healing power of a good laugh is universally recognized. So much so, in fact, that the old adage states:
Laughter is the best medicine
But here’s the thing. I’ve always thought of laughter as more of a vitamin than a medicine. It’s the kind of thing that the body can use everyday, as opposed to just when you get the sniffles.
No self-respecting doctor would say to a sick patient, “Mister Smith, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that we’ve gotten your test results back, and I’m sorry to say that you have advanced tuberculosis. The good news is that the complete series of That’s So Raven is now available for instant streaming on Netflix. So you can just go home and watch it and soon you will be cured.”
It doesn’t work like that. Although it would be wonderful if it did. Except for the fact that laughter would be regulated as a controlled substance and you would be required to have a prescription from a doctor just to laugh. Having to pay a co-pay to chuckle and chortle would suck. The uninsured would be turning tricks in the street for a giggle, and doing unspeakable acts just for one simple guffaw.  People without a prescription would be relegated to laughing in dark alleys and flophouses, always waiting for the jack booted humour police to bust down the door and stop all the fun.

Once you get a taste of laughter, it’s very hard to just quit cold turkey because it’s so addictive. One might even go so far as to call laughter infectious, and they would be right. Detoxing off of laughter is one of the most physically demanding withdrawal processes known to man, or ladies. You may very well find yourself waking up in the middle of the night breaking out in a cold sweat with a severe case of the cackles. Even mundane, everyday tasks such as opening the door to a knock-knock joke can be enough to send you back into a downward spiral to Sillyville. You spend your life always looking for your next fix. “What’s on Comedy Central? I’ll just take a quick peek. No it’s okay, I can handle it! I’ll just watch ’til the first commercial break, I’ll be fine.”
All lies you tell yourself just to cope with the pain. Meeting with your dealerman, or lady, just to purchase some old bootleg cassette tapes of Bill Cosby or Yakov Smirnoff,  just hoping to taste that sweet familiar rush one more time. It’s a vicious cycle.

In closing, all I’m saying is that while laughter is important to maintaining a healthy mind and body, we should probably stop referring to it as the best medicine. Because it’s not.

Laughter is the best vitamin.

Marijuana is the best medicine.

Posted by on November 20, 2012 in Comedy, Health, Humor, Humour and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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November 18, 2012

A Brief And Entirely Inaccurate History Of Thanksgiving

We should do this every year!

Thanksgiving is almost upon us and I’m pretty excited, because it is my favorite of all the holidays. It’s a time to spend with loved ones and reflect on what you have. A time to gorge yourself on turkey and stuffing and pies of various denominations. A time to give thanks, hence the whole Thanks-giving thing. Wordplay really is fun. But sometimes the meaning of the holiday can get lost, what with the ever-increasing need to get the Christmas shopping season under way earlier each year. With that in mind, I have compiled a few Thanksgiving facts that are sure to make you a big hit at the dinner table.

The first Thanksgiving was a celebration between the Pilgrims at Plymouth Colony in present day Plymouth, Massachusetts and the Native Americans who worked at Foxwoods Resort & Casino in Ledyard, Connecticut. The Native Americans were really upset that they had to work on the very first Thanksgiving ever, and one of the Pilgrims playing Pai Gow Poker overheard their distress. So he said, “Aww man, that sucks balls that you have to work today. What time do you get off?” The Native American replied, “In like 3 hours, why?” Then the Pilgrim dude said, “We got one of those Hummer stretch limos outside, we were gonna go pick up some broads and maybe see what’s what. You in?” “Oh, most definitely” the Native American replied, “Can I bring some friends?” “Hell yeah, man, the more the merrier. We’ll meet you guys in front of the Great Cedar Hotel at 8 pm.” The Native American smiled and said, “Awesome! I am almost positive that we are gonna be best friends for life!”

The Pilgrims and Native Americans wound up not being best friends for life.

People think that the first meal was the traditional turkey dinner, but it wasn’t. The first thanksgiving dinner was actually chicken parm with linguine and garlic bread. See, the Pilgrims loved the foods from their native Italy and wanted to share this with their new friends. So they had the limo driver stop at the Olive Garden and they all went in and had a nice meal. The Native Americans were very impressed. Up until that point, the idea of unlimited bread sticks was completely foreign to them… Savages.

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade is the largest Thanksgiving day parade in the world. It was started by the indigenous Macy tribe of Massapequa, New York to showcase their stunning array of giant colorful balloons that they handcrafted in honor of their gods. Mighty Mouse, Donald Duck, Winnie the Pooh, Bart Simpson, etc. The Macy tribe had numerous deities based on their folklore, which was all based on children’s cartoon characters. It was kind of their thing.

Feel free to share this knowledge with your family and friends during the holiday season. Especially the children, because it’s very important that they learn from history or they’ll be doomed to repeat it.

Posted by on November 18, 2012 in Comedy, Food, Humor, Humour and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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November 17, 2012

The Day The Twinkie Died

 

Holy ham sammidges, have you heard what’s going down at the Twinkie factory? You must have, right?. You obviously have access to the internet, so there’s a good chance you’ve heard about it. If you’re one of the thousands of people in the world who use Facebook, you have definitely heard.

In case you don’t have the internet and are reading this at a later date in printed form, then you have obviously broken into my house and rummaged through my scrapbook. I would ask you to stop what you are doing and try learning a little respect for other people’s privacy. It’s just common courtesy. But you might as well wait until after you finish reading this. Because it’s a good one.

Hostess Brands has declared bankruptcy and are going out of business. What?!?!

That’s right, the makers of such beloved treats as Ding Dongs, Ho Ho‘s, Sno Balls, Hostess Cupcakes, the aforementioned Twinkies and a bunch of other snacks that sound like they might be an insult are closing their doors for good. The angry voice of the people is being heard via social media like never before. There is panic in the street. The Dow Jones Industrial Average has dropped like 3,000 points or something since the news broke, maybe. I don’t know.

People are scared and they are looking for answers. Well I just happen to have the answers, and I will trade them to you for a Twinkie. No, that was just a humor joke. Sometimes I do that to lighten up the mood. It’s okay, pal. We’re going to get through this. There are a lot of other things you could eat. No? You don’t want to eat anything else? Nothing? Really? What’s that? When you were seven years old a bully at school used to take your Twinkie everyday at recess and you swore to yourself that when you were an adult no one would ever stop you from eating Twinkies ever again? Wow, is that true, or are you just telling tall tales? It is?

Listen, I didn’t know about the personal hardship that you endured. It was obviously a trying time for you, and I can understand how easily old wounds can open back up during these kinds of crisises crisiseses crysississ times. But fear not, best friend forever, because I’m here to help. I happen to know how to make Twinkies and I’m going to tell you.

How To Make Twinkies In The Comfort Of Your Own Home

Ingredients:

Directions:

  • Take one pancake and put it on a plate
  • Slather the pancake with a generous portion of Cool Whip brand whipped topping
  • Roll the pancake up into a Twinkie
  • Eat the Twinkie

Repeat as desired

I hope this helps you to cope with the death of your childhood. What? You don’t think it tastes like a Twinkie? At all? How would you know what a Twinkie tastes like? Weren’t you that kid in school that I always stole the Twinkie from at recess?

Because you kind of look like him or her.

Just a lot older.

Posted by on November 17, 2012 in Comedy, Food, Humor, Humour and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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November 15, 2012

Karate- The Music Video

This is a video for Karate, an epic rock epic I recorded. Yes, I realize that I said epic twice. I did that because I feel it warrants it. I would have said it three times but I’m sure you would have pointed that out, too. My friend Bill Powers, owner of Powers Microphone Company, wrote and recorded all the music. I wrote the lyrics and sang it. Our friend Dave Coy joined us for the gang vocals at the end of it. Bill made the video and uploaded it to YouTube. It’s pretty awesome if I do say so myself. Which I do. So I’m pimping it over here. Which is what this thing we’re doing is all about, right? I would ask you to vote for it for MTV’s TRL, but they stopped playing music videos sometime during the second Clinton administration. So instead, I will just ask you to watch it here.  At least 30 times please, and pass it around, for the love of Mister Miyagi. Tell your friends. I bet they wish they knew karate, too.

Also if you are a musician, or love a musician, or hope to love a musician, do yourself a favor and visit Bill’s website at powersmicrophonecompany.com. He hand makes some very high-quality microphones comparable to “the big boy” companies at a fraction of the cost. They’re really very impressive and you should definitely check him out. Hey, Christmas is coming.

So without further ado, I give to you, Karate

Posted by on November 15, 2012 in Comedy, Humor, Humour, Music and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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November 15, 2012

The Freshly Pressed-Felix Baumgartner Corollary

I recently got Freshly Pressed. Felix Baumgartner recently free fell from the edge of space. I get it. We’re both men that have reached great heights and achieved things that we were once told we’re impossible by the experts. By “the experts”, I’m talking about NASA scientists and some older boys in my neighborhood. The NASA guys were mostly talking to Felix, the older boys were mostly talking to me. Although I’m sure there were some NASA boys that were older than Felix, we’ll just concentrate on the older boys in my neighborhood. Just to clear up any confusion.

Felix was probably told at a young age, “Hey buddy. Quit daydreaming about flying all over the place like a crazy person type of guy, and go make me a (whatever young children in Austria make). I’m not very familiar with the manufacturing jobs over there. Chocolates? Lederhosen? American flags? No, American flags are all made in China. Well whatever it is, people thought Felix should focus his skill sets on that, and not on being a ridiculous star-gazing dumb-dumb.
I on the other hand was always told as a child, “Hey Bill, there’s no way you can write down these stupid things you think and have people read them on the Internet. First off, whats an internet? You’re just making up stuff to confuse us. It’s common knowledge that older boys don’t like being given the runaround, so we shall commence with the wet willies immediately.”
I’m saying it was hard for the both of us, Felix and I. But we both stuck to our proverbial guns and pushed forward with our dreams of grandeur.

  • Felix bought a parachute, I bought a laptop.
  • Felix took skydiving lessons, I learned to turn the laptop on. (Not in a sexual way, although it really was very sexy.)
  • Felix spent countless hours in a human centrifuge conditioning his body to the effects of G-force, I spent countless minutes signing up for a free WordPress account.
  • Felix needed to wear a custom-made pressurized spacesuit for his historic free fall. I need to wear comfortable cozy pajama pants for my incredible feats of wordplay. Well, I don’t need to, but I prefer it.

The similarities go on and on, but they all lead to the same predicament. Where do we go from here?

Does Felix free fall from the international space station?

Do I take a nap?

Only time will tell, dear reader. Only time will tell, indeed.

A nap sure would be sweet, though.

Posted by on November 15, 2012 in Comedy, Humor, Humour and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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