I am just a small-town boy with a touch of autism, who has managed to read enough to know how the other half 95% lives, and how they expect me to act and behave. If the wife hadn’t decided that I needed someone to civilize me, I probably wouldn’t be married.
I have managed to dine at a few somewhat upscale restaurants without embarrassing myself or my companions too badly, but I should not be let loose near anything labeled fête or gala. I can’t even tell the difference between white ties and black ties, much less how to wear them, when, and where.
For a couple of years in high school I wore a string-, or bolo-tie to the few dances and parties that I attended – and didn’t wonder why the females wanted nothing to do with me. In the first half of my working life, when I was a number of varieties of cube-drone, I wore clip-on ties.
One day, I stopped for a cooling beverage (or several) after work, at a place artistically nicknamed The Pit, which just happened to have entertainment which involved the removing of clothing. I got a seat right up front – ‘cuz my eyes were weak. One of the slutsstrippersExotic Dancers decided that she wanted to drag me up on the stage. She grabbed my tie and pulled. She ended up with it in one hand, and a bemused look on her face. Of course, I had to burn the tie, by the time she was done with it.
My idea of “sophistication” is to order bottled beer that is opened at my table, rather than take my chances of being roofied by on-tap lager. Don’t get me started about cocktails, or even ‘mixed drinks.’ If it’s any more complex than rye and cola, it’s outside my wheelhouse.
I’ve long since given up the bolo ties but, despite their connotation and connection to County-Western Music – which I abhor – I continue to wear, what other people call ‘Cowboy boots’, through almost 53 years of marriage. What I wear is not what others might refer to as ‘Biker boots’ either, although they served to protect my lower legs for 25 years, when I rode an assortment of rice-burner motorcycles.
It’s too bad I wasn’t born rich, instead of so God-damned handsome. Maybe one of the Hilton or Astor families might have polished me a little bit. More likely, I’d have just wound up like Billy Carter, the embarrassment to President Jimmy Carter. We could have had a few beers together, only…. Despite endorsing BillyBeer, in private, he drank Pabst.
Stop back in a couple of days, and I’ll have another story about old guys sitting around, drinking beer, and taking over the world. I’ll lay in some local, micro-brew dark ale that we can share. 😀
Frat-boy college students did not invent – or perfect – the booze-your-face-off, lost-weekend, drinking party. Adult men, who should have known better, have been doing it for millennia. Modern-day drinking glasses have flat bottoms, and stand up straighter and steadier than most of the sots at bars.
Greeks and Romans, and many Medieval European hard-drinkers, went about the task with a round-bottomed pottery, or later, metal, drinking cup in their hand. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the
If ever you needed an incentive to drink, owning a ptomatis might be it. Derived via Latin from Ancient Greek, a ptomatis is a cup or similar drinking vessel that needs to be emptied before it can be put down, because it is shaped in such a way that it won’t stand upright open-end up.
These handle-less drinking cups were even made from wood, but as technology improved, they were fabricated in china, and glass. This is why drinking glasses, are referred to as ‘glasses.’ While most are flat-bottomed and steady today, the earlier, fall-over versions were why they are also still called tumblers.
Aside from weapons forging, there wasn’t a lot of technology among the Norsemen. For their drinking, they made do with hollowed out cattle horns. After a hard day of looting and pillaging, they would settle down with a bovine ptomatis full of mead.
If you ever watched the movie, The Thirteenth Warrior you will have seen the young Muslim, exiled to the far North as an emissary. When he is offered a little fortified fermented drink to keep the cold away, his face shows disappointment when he says that he is forbidden to partake of the fruits of the grape or the grain. It quickly lights up again in delight when the Viking claps him on the shoulder, and explains that the mead is made from honey.
He tried to raise his head from the floor, but someone had turned the gravity up. He’d just lie here and ask Whatzizname, the jock, for assistance. Whatzizname??! What was his name? This was silly. He just got a bank statement…. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear…. Jerry. Yeah, that was it – Jerry.
He vaguely recalled a frat-party that included beer-pong and tequila shooters. He also remembered some nice man…. Dad – telling him to concentrate on his university studies, and not attend such bashes. Right, Dad – when the bleeding in his eyes cleared up.
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In Texas there is a town called New Braunfels, where there is a large German-speaking population.
One day, a local rancher driving down a country road noticed a man using his hand to drink water from the rancher’s stock pond.
The rancher rolled down the window and shouted: “Sehr angenehm! Trink das Wasser nicht. Die kuehe haben darein geschissen.”
(This means: “Glad to meet you! Don’t drink the water. The cows have shat in it.”)
The man shouted back: “I’m from New York and just down here campaigning for Trump’s Presidential run. I can’t understand you. Please speak in English.”
The rancher replied: “Use both hands.”
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A couple were going to go on a vacation down South, but the wife had an emergency at her office. So they agreed that the husband would go as planned, and his wife would fly down and meet him at the hotel the next day.
When the husband got to the hotel and had checked in, he thought he should send his wife a quick email letting her know he’d got there OK.
As he typed in her email address, he made a typo and his message was sent to an elderly preacher’s wife instead. It just so happened that her husband had sadly died the day before.
When the grieving old preacher’s wife checked her emails, she read the one from the vacationer, let out a piercing scream, and fainted on the floor.
At the sound of her falling, her family rushed into the room. They tended to her and then looked at her computer and saw this email on her screen:
Just checked in to my room. Everything is prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
P.S. It sure is hot down here.
Two cows are standing in a field.
The first cow says to the second, “Have you heard about this mad cow disease? It makes cows go crazy and then they die”.
The second cow replies, “Good thing I‘m a helicopter.”
So all the animals all gathered and were having a party,
Everybody is drinking and talking and having a good time, suddenly a chameleon goes to the middle of the room, says, “Check this out” and starts changing color of his skin for a minute straight.
Once he’s done he says, “Let’s see any of you do the same”.
Suddenly an octopus appears from the crowd and says: “Hold my beer, hold my beer, hold my beer, hold my beer, hold my beer, hold my beer, hold my beer, hold my beer.”
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Aristotle: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
Isaac Newton: Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest. Chickens in motion tend to cross the road.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road, or whether the road moved under the chicken, depends on your frame of reference.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
Wolfgang Pauli: There was already a chicken on this side of the road.
A beginner’s guide to physics
Relativity: When the family gets together Black holes: What you get in black socks Critical mass: A big group of film reviewers
Hyperspace: Where you park at the superstore
“Take a pencil and paper,” the teacher said, “and write an essay with the title If I Were a Millionaire.” Everyone but Philip, who leaned back with arms folded, began to write furiously.
“What’s the matter,” the teacher asked. “Why don’t you begin?”
Good morning readers. I’d like to introduce you to Romulus and Remus’ twin sisters
NOCTEM and NOCTIS
Noctem is the prettier of the two, but she hasn’t applied for her language passport yet. She’s still Latin, and hasn’t been accepted into English. She’s a party-girl, who hangs out with the likes of Paris Hilton, and Paris Jackson. Her rallying cry and motto is “carpe noctem,” which means ‘seize the night.’ This is like YOLO. Live tonight as if there will be no tomorrow – you know…. a rave.
Noctis is the hard-working, studious one of the pair. Her name means ‘of the night,’ and, being fair-skinned, that’s when she does her best work. She can be found in libraries, university study halls, and 24-hour, McDonald’s drive-thru’s. She’d get more dates if we could convince her to change the spelling of her name to Noctic, to be more adjectival, like ‘frantic’, or ‘dyspeptic.’ I guess not, though. She has a select group of admirers who appreciate her exotic attraction.
I feel kinda sorry for Noctem. When you ‘carpe diem,’ you seize the entire, 24-hour day, but when you ‘carpe noctem,’ you only get the dark part of it. If you do it right though, that’s all you need. Once a king, always a king, but once a knight is enough. 😆
A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him…
She says hello.
He’s rather taken aback because he can’t place where he knows her from. So he says, “Do you know me?”
To which she replies: “I think you’re the father of one of my kids.”
Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says: “My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery?”
She looks into his eyes and says calmly: “No, I’m your son’s teacher.
A plane was taxiing down the tarmac, preparing for takeoff when it abruptly stopped, turned around and returned to the gate. After an hour-long wait, it finally took off.
A concerned passenger asked the flight attendant, “What was the problem?”
“The pilot was bothered by a noise he heard in the engine,” explained the flight attendant, “and it took us a while to find a new pilot.”
When you’re so sarcastic,
people aren’t sure whether
you’re joking or whether
you’re just crazy
Remember, if you can’t say something nice – make it funny
If you have an opinion about my life, raise your hand.
Now put it over your mouth!
Life is short. Smile….
while you still have teeth.
My luck is like the bald guy who wins a comb
Be careful when you follow the masses. Sometimes the M is silent.
I don’t remember much from last night, but the fact that I needed sunglasses to open the fridge this morning means that it was awesome.
Sometimes someone will come into your life from nowhere, makes your heart race, and changes your life forever. We call these people Cops.
Smoking marijuana has imbued me with cat-like abilities.
For example, just one brightly colored piece of paper can now entertain me for hours.
My boss asked me if I could perform under pressure.
I said no, but I could do a pretty good version of Bohemian Rhapsody
When I was little, I had a disease that required me to eat dirt three times a day to survive.
It’s a good thing my older brother told me about it.
Bank teller: Your account is overdrawn.
Me: So are your eyebrows, yet here we are.
8:00 AM – Too tired to think
Noon – Too tired to think
5:00 PM – Too tired to think
Midnight – How do dragons blow out candles??
I’m starting meetings at my house for people with OCD.
I don’t have it. I’m just hoping they take a look and start cleaning.
I don’t believe in reincarnation.
I didn’t believe in it the last time either.
When I was growing up, my parents treated me like God.
They didn’t believe in me.
And if something terrible happened, I was the first one they asked why I did it.
A dad buys a lie detector machine and waits for his son to come home
When the son comes home:
Dad – So you were at school right?
Son – yeah
Lie Detector – BEEP
Son – Okay, okay I was at the cinema with my friends
Lie Detector – BEEP
Son – ….I was having a few beers with my friends
Dad – What??? When I was your age I NEVER touched alcohol
Lie Detector – BEEP
Mom – Ha ha ha ha! Well honey, he IS your son
Lie Detector – BEEP
This 60 year old woman is naked, jumping up and down on her bed laughing and singing.
Her husband walks into the bedroom and sees her.
He watches her awhile then says, “You look ridiculous, what on earth are you doing?”
She says, “I just got my checkup and my doctor says I have the breasts of an eighteen-year-old.”
She starts laughing and jumping again.
He says, “Yeah, right. And what did he say about your 60 year-old ass?”
She says, “Well, your name never came up.”
I went to a Christmas party. I had a few beers, followed by a few cocktails. Then I had a few shots. I had the sense to know that I was over the limit, so I did something I’ve never done before. I took a cab home. Sure enough, the next morning the cops showed up.
A guy picking up his kid after school sees another kid, and loudly says, “That’s one ugly kid!” The person standing next to him says, “That’s my son.” Oh man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were his father.” “I’m his mother.”
A man says to his doctor, “What’s the good news?”
“You’ve got 24 hours to live.”
“Wha… Then what’s the bad news?”
“We should have told you yesterday.”
Two reasons that I don’t give money to homeless people.
They would spend it on alcohol.
I want to spend it on alcohol.
A cop stops a miner for speeding on the highway.
Cop: Whose car is this? Where are you going? What do you do?
Jack and Jill have grown up. They’ve graduated from Uni, gotten married and got a job at the same firm. One day, while going through the books and after much deliberation, their boss decides he must lay off one employee. Jack and Jill are the most recent hires, so it must be one of them. The problem is he hired them at the same time, and he doesn’t want to be biased or sexist, so he decides the first one of them to use the drinking fountain will get the ax.
While he’s considering what to say, Jill walks up with some aspirin to take a drink. Her boss, very sympathetically says, “Jill, I’ve either got to lay you or Jack off.” Jill responds with a sigh, “Well, you’ll have to jack off, I’ve got a headache.”
A mathematician wasn’t sure of his appearance….
So he asked his friend to compare his good looks in terms he could understand. After little thought his friend says: “You’re about as good looking as you are bad looking.”
”Well that’s just mean.”
It had been a most successful and enjoyable Christmas party….at least he thought it had been. Certain portions of the evening were a complete blank, like, everything after the last guest arrived. There had been 26 partiers – and there were 27 empty wine bottles. And where was his brandy??
It looked like a parade outside last night. Someone at the taxi company probably got a bonus. At least everyone got home safely.
His younger brother had threatened promised a New Year’s Eve party. Now that marijuana was legal, what would the morning after the night before, look like? Bong, bong!
Remember kids, party hearty, but party (and drive) safely, so that we can all meet back here in the New Year.
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