I paddled up the canal to Pensitivity101’s house, skillfully passing narrow-boats in my Kevlar inflatable kayak. When I drew near, I heard her talking about musical reasons for more lies. She wanted to know: Who sang these?
Money, Money, Money
A duet between Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg, recorded at the Scrooge McDuck Studio.
2. Another Brick in the Wall
Donald Trump, but he never even got the wall started. Apparently, the Mexicans couldn’t get financing, even with him co-signing.
3. Rocket Man
4. Everybody wants to rule the world
5. Life on Mars
The NASA Philharmonic and Choir
6. Monster Mash
7. Tiptoe through the Tulips
The City By-law Enforcement Officer who had to put up all the signs in the park that read:
All dogs must be on a leash!
Owners must pick up after their dogs!
I wanna hold your hand
Every Black guy, stopped by a white, American cop. It’s better than him holding your neck for eight minutes, with his knee
9. Ruby Tuesday
Glinda the Good Witch’s younger cousin, Myrna The Mediocre Witch of the Flea Market. She was the one who sold the fancy red shoes to Dorothy.
10. Get the Party Started.
In Canada, it was Teresa May, the optimistic head of the GreenOne-Trick-Pony One-Seat-Party, but you may have her ilk where you live, idealistic, but ultimately useless.
If there’s no rest for the wicked, I must be evil, Evil, EVIL! 😈 If it isn’t one thing – it’s everything.
The wife normally goes to bed several hours before my dead-tired deadline. She has sleep apnea, a CPAP machine, and a full-face mask. Usually, it is whisper quiet, producing a soft, slight susurration of white noise that helps to quickly transport me to slumber-land. Then, there are nights like….
I enter the bedroom, dispossess the cat sleeping at her feet, call the two Scotty dogs into the bedroom and up on the bed, and close the door to keep the cat out, and the dogs from getting into trouble. I manage to wedge myself between the dogs, and finally doze off.
The wife moves in her sleep, breaking the seal on her facemask, which begins to do an imitation of an tenor sax.
I burrow back into the pillow, determined to fall back to sleep.
Whether because of the instrumental, or the cat in the hall, one of the dogs uses my leg as a starting block, and leaps to the floor and whines.
My bladder insists that we’re getting up.
I stumble into the bathroom. In the illumination of a small nightlight, I find a puddle of toilet paper on the floor. The evicted cat likes to play with the rolls. We have small plastic clips that prevent this, but the wife, in a semi-conscious state, apparently forgot to put it on.
I turn on the light to see, so that I can rewind it.
I’m now awake enough to realize I have twenty words that I want to add to a blog.
I step into the computer room and turn on the light.
As I’m typing, the cat marches back and forth in front of the monitor, leaps on my shoulder, and yells in my ear. I add a prompt to a different blog draft.
With all this going on, the dogs leak out of the bedroom, and insist that they need to go outside for another leak. I trudge downstairs, put them out, wait, and bring them in.
With the orchestra tuning up, there’s no sense going back upstairs. Maybe I can doze off on the couch. I toss a throw over me and get comfy…. And two dogs lick my face to find out why I’m not in bed.
A different cat who’s always looking for warmth, jumps up on me, and snuggles behind my knees. Warm and somnolent again, we both try to go to sleep.
The computer-room cat walks across my chest and yells in my ear, to explain that he was trying to tell me upstairs, that he wanted to be fed. Off the couch and to the cat food.
It’s now after 7:00 AM. Perhaps I could lie back in the recliner. Two dogs jump up and settle between my legs. Warm and drowsy, I can feel sleep approaching.
The cold cat is now at the top of the stairs, complaining. The dogs again use me as starting blocks to go find out why, rocking the recliner.
Soon, one dog returns, along with the cat, which cuddles into my crotch. My mind is now racing with a theme for a 100-word Flash Fiction.
8:05 AM The son arrives home from work. Two humans, two dogs, and three cats create a combination of a three-ring circus, and a four-alarm fire.
Always bad, my memory is worse when I’m tired. I had a great idea for the upcoming A2021 Challenge, but have already forgotten it. By 9:00 AM I have most of this post composed, but I have to have the wife to a 1:00 PM appointment. We’ll be back up by eleven. If you see a zombie shuffling past, it’s not looking for brains. It’s just me, looking for mine, and hoping for my (early/extended) afternoon nap.
Even though I am neither Greek, nor gay, I sneaked in the back door over at Pensitivity101’s blog site, and made off un-noticed with yet another truly great list of chances to tell a lie…. or ten. I did not chop down that cherry tree while I was there! It was already felled when I arrived. True story. 😉
What is the difference between an earth worm and an ear worm?
Earthworms won’t bother you until you’re dead and buried. An earworm will irritate the shit out of you, everyday until that happens.
What is a Mars Bar?
That was the dingy Star Wars cantina where Han Solo shot Greedo, the bounty hunter who was going to take him in, dead or alive.
What color is a peanut?
Mostly purple, with a green topknot, neither color normally found in nature, but what do you expect from a little guy who crawled out of Chernobyl?
What is meant by dressed up like a dog’s dinner?
Perhaps we don’t feed our dogs as much here in North America, as they do in England. My attempts at sartorial splendor are referred to, merely as a dog’s breakfast.
What is an orange pippin?
He was the Hobbit who caught a sociable disease from a female dwarf, and was unable to appear in any of the Lord Of The Rings movies.
What do an owl, pussy cat and five pound note all have in common?
Since I am as poor as a church-mouse, they are all items which are not in my wallet.
Where would you find a Bunny Girl?
That was Barbra Streisand, when she was struck in the mouth by a wardrobe closet door, while filming the movie, and couldn’t pronounce the name of the film, or her lines, for a couple of days. With that nose running interference, I don’t know how it ever happened. 🙄
What is the difference between an heir and a hair?
It would be so nice to say that hairy Prince Harry, was the heir, but Prince William, the guy with no hair, is the heir. It’s all too hare-brained for me to understand.
What is meant by fringe benefits?
That’s when my girlfriend lets me get past third-base. She usually tells me that, when it comes to sex, I am self-sufficient.
What is a whimsy?
He’s a gay Frenchman who likes to attend the Wimbledon Tennis Championships. He’s been known to ‘come across’ beneath the stands, but he comes across the English Channel on a train with the erotically suggestive name of, The Freudian Sloop. He used to come across on a ferry, but that became just too cliché. The mental image of a powerful engine rapidly entering a tight tube gets him off, even while he’s onboard. He arrives and leaves with a big smile – and a few extra Pounds – but never knows who won.
I cannot tell a lie. I’m branching out toward Dunsinane Castle, but I’ll be back on Monday with another great post – and a cord of firewood for anyone who has a fireplace or woodstove. 😉
Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked, ‘Father, my dog is dead. Could ya’ be sayin’ a mass for the poor creature?’
Father Patrick replied, ‘I’m afraid not; we cannot have services for an animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and there’s no tellin’ what they believe. Maybe they’ll do something for the creature.’
Muldoon said, ‘I’ll go right away Father. Do ya’ think £5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?’
Father Patrick exclaimed, ‘Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn’t ya tell me the dog was Catholic?
“Mommy, my turtle is dead,” little Freddie sorrowfully told his mother, holding the turtle out to her.
The mother kissed him on the head, then said, “That’s all right. We’ll wrap him in tissue paper, put him in a little box, and then have a nice burial ceremony in the back yard. After that, we’ll go out for an ice cream soda, and then get you a new pet. I don’t want you….” Her voice trailed off as she noticed the turtle move.
“Freddie, your turtle is not dead after all.”
“Oh,” the disappointed boy said. “Can I kill it?”
A man kills a deer and takes it home to cook for dinner.
Both he and his wife decide that they won’t tell the kids what kind of meat it is, but will give them a clue and let them guess.
The dad said, “Well it’s what Mommy calls me sometimes.”
The little girl screamed to her brother, “Don’t eat it. It’s an asshole!”
Teacher: “Kids, what does the chicken give you?”
Teacher: “Very good! Now what does the pig give you?”
Teacher: “Great! And what does the fat cow give you?”
A little boy was swearing at birds that were eating the seeds he had just planted. The minister hears this and goes over to the little boy. “My son, there is no need to use the F word to chase the birds away. Just say ‘shoo away birds’ and they will fuck off by themselves”
An explorer walked into a clearing and was surprised to see a pigmy standing beside a huge dead elephant. “Did you kill that?” he asked.
The pigmy answered: “Yes”.
“How could a little bloke like you kill something as huge as that?”
“I killed it with my club” replied the pigmy.
“That’s amazing,” said the explorer. “How big’s your club?”
The pigmy replied: “There’s about 150 of us”
So, there I was, languidly lolling about. I was afflicted with a bout of lethargic lassitude. An A To Z Challenge post for the letter
was due, and I was lounging around, instead of writing. I don’t want to say that my composition regimen was lax, but nothing was landing on the page.
The quick red fox jumped over the lazy brown dog.
I don’t give a shit!
Perhaps you should take a laxative.
I don’t want to have to admit that I am lazy. (Among other reasons) That’s why I don’t have a web-cam on my monitor. The French have a couple of softer, kinder phrases that I can use, and if it’s good enough for the French, I’m laissez-faire, and laissez-ća ā Georges enough to hide behind them.
Laissez-faire just means “let it happen,” a sort of Gallic shrug equivalent to Que sera, sera – yeah, whatever, man. Laissez-ća ā Georges means, “Let George do it.” That sounded like a likely solution to my lack of finished blog-post. I gave George a call, but he was busy leading an LGBTQ+ parade in Luxemburg.
At long last I accepted responsibility for putting letters on the page. It was the least I could do – and this I what you get when I give my least. It was an L of a struggle. Wednesday’s post will have a little more meat to it – curried beef, I believe – but there will also be some tofu dishes for my Vegan readers. 😉 😀
When I was out today, I saw a phone on the table outside a coffee shop that had been left there, so I pocketed it. It started to ring….
I took it out of my pocket and the caller I.D. said ‘Mom’.
I put it back on the table and slowly backed away.
How did she know I was up to no good?
Trump managed to do in 4 years, what 80% of presidents didn’t do in 8 years.
Lose an election
Two women were playing golf.
The first woman teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole.
The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.
The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize. ‘Please allow me to help. I’m a Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me,’ she told him.
‘Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,’ the man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands at his groin.
At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands slowly and carefully inside.
She then administered a tender and skillful massage for several long moments and softly asked ‘How does that feel’?
Feels wonderful, he replied; but I still think my thumb’s broken!
A man goes to see a fortune teller.
She begins “your name is Steve”, “Wrong”.
“Your favourite colour is green”, “Wrong”.
“You have a dead uncle who passed away 2 years ago”, “Wrong”.
“Your wife’s name is Carol”, “Wrong”
“You have 2 children named John and Christian”, “Wrong”.
“You are a painte…”, “Wrong”.
Getting flustered the woman asks “What in bloody hell do you do then?”
“I investigate fraud.”
A man is walking in the desert with his horse and his dog when the dog says, “I can’t do this. I need water.”
The man says, “I didn’t know dogs could talk.”
The horse says, “Me neither!”
What happens when you put a sex-crazed female donkey and Donald Trump in the same room??
Nothing! Even donkeys have standards.
WEBSITE IDEA: “HOT OR NOT?”
Where husbands post pictures of thermostats, and other guys comment on whether to turn it up or down.
Did you know today is Pancake Day? Apparently it just crêped up on us….
I don’t believe in a deity, but I faithfully observe all holidays that involve baked goods or candy.
I don’t think I was a difficult teenager, but I’m not sure my parents would agree. One night, we were discussing over dinner what we wanted to have happen when we died. I said I didn’t want a funeral; I wanted a party. Without a pause, my mom said, ”Oh, there’ll be a party.”
Jesus decided to help St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. A very old man approached. Jesus asked him what he had done in his life. The old man replied that he was a carpenter.
Jesus looked closely. “Is it??…. Is that you, father? The old man peered back at him. “Is that you, Pinocchio?
Twice, last summer and fall, our two new Scottie Terrors Terriers came back into the house at night, smelling of skunk (….only, not). They didn’t get sprayed, but were nearby when it happened. A quick bath for each of them and their collars, and everyone slept peacefully.
Everybody knows what a skunk looks like, and what one smells like. The odor is sharp, acrid, bitter, nasty. This smell was none of those; it had more like a ‘husband crawling into bed, after a baked bean dinner’ stench – almost a sweetish tinge to it.
After the second occurrence, I was in the back yard, picking up what dogs put down and – What’s this?? A chunk of dried hide, as big as my hand, with black and white fur on it…. and over there, a second piece, just as big,,,, and yet a third piece, half as big.
The wife insisted that her little angels wouldn’t eat a skunk, and we found no bones, but I don’t see any cat-sized animal losing that much skin, and surviving. It’s a pity, too! Skunks will eat rats, and garden slugs. As the snow began to fall, I noticed cat-prints in it, across my driveway, up my front walk, across in front of my porch, and disappearing, because the house kept the nearby snow melted. Probably a cat that a neighbor allows to roam.
As winter progressed, and the snow piled up nearer the house, I realized that these ‘cat-prints’ led to a hole under my concrete porch. 😯 Uh-oh! This can’t be good! My resident skunk was no fool. It roamed both my neighbors’ yards, usually keeping 8-foot wooden fences between it and the too-often yappy dogs.
Skunks are nocturnal. I flicked on the light, and opened the front door one night at 4 AM, to retrieve my ‘morning’ newspaper, and there, six feet away, was the skunk! I quickly and quietly closed the door. The wife went out for a coffee date with an ex-co-worker. Just as the women returned at 3 PM, the “nocturnal” skunk retraced that earlier path, right in front of them.
They both got a good look at it. It was definitely a skunk…. only, it wasn’t marked like a ‘skunk’, and it didn’t move in that hoppy, undulating way that skunks move. When she got in and settled, the wife grabbed her laptop, and researched “Skunks.”
Has no natural habitat, only un-natural, like its own imagination, and Ego-sphere
This is the American Mac-and Cheese-Head skunk. It is continually raising a big stink, but it’s usually restricted to the Washington DC, or Mar-a-Lago areas.
Apparently, there are 12 kinds of skunks, several of which can exist where I live. It couldn’t be a European Polecat. At first we thought that it might be an Eastern Spotted Skunk that we’d spotted. More careful study revealed that it is most likely a Hooded Skunk.
This explains the difference in the smell of the spray. More recently, I opened the front door again at 4 AM, and heard squeaking and squealing beneath my porch. Either it was complaining about the new Wi-Fi password I’d installed, or I have a female, raising a litter. 👿 It’s gonna be an interesting spring. Besides a husband who likes spicy burritos, 🌯 what do you have that creates a stench where you live?
….But I can stretch it over Toronto’s CN Tower. Here’s a chance for you to do the same. Take the following list of questions, and provide interesting, entertaining and informative answers which might have people questioning your sanity, as well as your veracity.
What is the difference between a gooseberry and a grape?
A gooseberry is like a grape, but with a bad case of mold. Cannibals won’t eat clowns because they taste funny, but if you swallow a gooseberry whole, it will tickle your palate all the way to the bottom.
What is meant by skid row?
That’s what happens when I don’t change my underwear every day. One little brown stain in my BVDs, on laundry day, is forgivable, but when there’s a whole line of them, the wife says that I am going to involuntarily take that ‘Eat A Tide Pod Challenge.’
Why do elephants have big ears?
The better to hear you with, my dear Red Riding Hood. I am the elephant in the room. You should just put down the basket of bananas that you brought, and leave quickly, before you get stepped on. Don’t worry about making it back home safely, through the deep, dark woods. There was a pervert, transvestite wolf here when I arrived, all dressed up in one of Granny’s nighties, but I didn’t see him, and accidently sat on him. FYI: Granny’s gonna need a new bed too. Sorry!
What is green and travels at thousands of miles an hour?
The Canadian Federal Liberal eco-energy plan. Cover up five acres of soya-beans with ugly solar panels. Generate electricity at 12.3¢/Kwh. Sell it to the Americans for 3.8¢/Kwh. Put huge, ugly wind turbines in dairy pastures. Reduce milk production and farmers’ income by 20%. Generate electricity at 11.7¢/Kwh. Sell it to the Americans for 3.8¢/Kwh. Continue until the country is bankrupt, or the infrastructure has collapsed.
What is the difference between minimum and maximum?
I thought a mini-mum was a young, sexy female parent, with a high hem, and a maxi-mum was an older, more sedate one. The difference between minimum and maximum is actually a very fine line that either of them might cross on a 4-hour drive to a vacation campsite, with two young kids in the backseat. Are we there yet? I gotta wee! How long have we been driving? Bobby’s lookin’ at me! I gotta go poo-poo! Billy shoved me! Do cows have batteries? I went poo-poo in my pants. You don’t mind if I practice my soccer kick on your seat, do-ya? Drive faster honey. Risk a speeding ticket! If we’re not there in five minutes, I’m gonna bury one or both of them behind a big cedar tree.
What is a pantry?
It’s not spelled right, but this is a pan-tree – with a cooking utensil hanging from every branch.
What is a carnivore?
I am a carnivore, whenever the carnival comes to town. The rides are fun, but I head straight for the food lane – hot-dogs, hamburgers, French fries, caramel corn – are all okay, but they have Deep-Fried everything – corn dogs, cheese, ice cream, Mars bars. I walked past one booth, and the sign just said ‘FRIED’. I asked the guy, “Fried what?” “Nothing,” Just a big catcher’s mitt of fried dough, like John Pinette’s beavertails. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6y0GhNFcY6k I had two, with cinnamon and powdered sugar coating, and some Maple syrup.
What is another word for oriental?
I officially admit defeat! I can’t think of a serious, or humorous, way to define “Oriental” in a single word. I am just waiting to see what other people do with the prompt. I could do a bit about Orientals’ North American driving looking like they learned to pilot vehicles with rickshaws in Tokyo, or tuk-tuks in Indonesia.
I could riff on their hive-mind, and the likelihood of them ignoring American social patterns to get a great education, and a 6- or 7-figure job, but I don’t want to be counter-cultured, or even doxxed, by a squad of #YellowLivesMatter ninjas.
What is the difference between pussy willow and catkins?
This is FHRITPGrab Her By The Pussy-willow Trump,
and these are my cat-kins.
What is a felony?
I’m not sure, but if a person who commits burglary is a burglar, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron. It is a great irony that, as God has created us, everything that we like, enjoy, desire, strive for – is bad for us. W.C.Fields said that everything he liked was illegal, immoral or fattening. Salt, that makes things taste good? – causes heart problems. Sugar, in candies and yummy do-nuts – rots teeth and causes obesity. Smoking ruins lungs.
Alcohol ruins marriages, friendships, and livers. Drugs…. Don’t get me started! I can barely handle reality. I don’t know why anyone would want to do drugs. Sex – causes abortions, STDs, bar fights, battered wives and divorces, but we keep striving for them all. Is resisting temptation supposed to be good for us??! Why couldn’t He just create us, already loving broccoli, liver, and Disney movies?
An attorney representing a wealthy art collector calls his client and says to him, “I have some good news, and I have some bad news.” The art collector replies, “I’d better hear the good news first.” The attorney say, “Well, I met with your wife today, and she informed me that she invested $5,000 in two pictures that she thinks will bring a minimum of $15-20 million. I think she could be right.”
The client says enthusiastically, “That’s fantastic! I can’t believe my wife made such a great investment. You’ve just made my day. Now I know I can handle the bad news. What is it?” The attorney replies, “The pictures are of you with your secretary.”
“The COVID-19 situation has been especially stressful for the Flat Earth Society.
They fear that the social distancing measures could push people over the edge.”
The wife and I recently went on a Sunday road trip, and stopped at a lovely roadside restaurant for lunch. We finished our meal and resumed our trip. The wife unknowingly left her glasses on the table, and didn’t miss them until we were 40 minutes down the road.
By then, to add to the aggravation, we had to drive quite a distance before I could find a place to turn around, in order to return to the restaurant to retrieve her glasses. All the way back, I was my classic Grumpy Old Dude.
I fussed and complained, and scolded her. The more I chided her, the more agitated I became. I just wouldn’t let it go for a single second. To her relief, we finally arrived back at the restaurant.
She got out of the car, leaving the door open. As she hurried across the driveway to retrieve her glasses, I leaned over and yelled at her, “While you’re in there, you might as well get my hat, and the credit card.”
We were attending church services. About halfway through, I leaned over to the wife and whispered, “I just let a silent fart. What do you think I should do?” She replied, “Put new batteries in your hearing aids.”
A father is in church with three of his young children, including his five year old daughter.
As was customary, he sat in the very front row so that the children could properly witness the service.
During this particular service, the minister was performing the baptism of a tiny infant. The little five year old girl was taken by this, observing that he was saying something and pouring water over the infant’s head.
With a quizzical look on her face, the little girl turned to her father and asked: “Daddy, why is he brainwashing that baby??”
A woman walks up to a little old man rocking in a chair on his porch.
“I couldn’t help noticing how happy you look,” she says. “What’s your secret for a long, happy life?”
“I smoke three packs a day, drink a case of whiskey a week, eat fatty foods and never, ever exercise.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” says the woman. “How old are you?”
A man and his pet giraffe walk into a bar and start drinking. As the night goes on, they get drunk, and the giraffe finally passes out. The man decides to go home.
As he’s leaving, the man is approached by the barkeeper who says, “Hey, you’re not gonna leave that lyin’ here, are ya?”
“Hmph,” says the man. “That’s not a lion — it’s a giraffe.”
Congratulating a friend after her son and daughter got married within a month of each other, a woman asked, “What kind of boy did your daughter marry?”
“Oh, he’s wonderful,” gushed the mother. “He lets her sleep late, wants her to get her nails done regularly, and insists on taking her out to dinner every night.”
“That’s sounds lovely,” said the woman. “What about your son?”
“I’m not so happy about that,” the mother sighed. “His wife sleeps late, spends all her time getting her nails done, and makes them eat take-out meals!”