There are reasons for everything and the blog has more than may seem but funny exists for its own reason if it's any good.
When Clinton dresses like a Kirby vacuum cleaner as she often does, it's amusing but not particularly funny.
When George Bush pukes and passes out in his soup at a state dinner in Japan, it's amusing and kind of funny but it doesn't last very long.
When Will Smith says, "But I can make THIS look good." (Said as he first wears the straight arrow Men in Black suit)
On the surface it's amusing but he knows the reaction is much more like some femmes will see him and want him because he's young, hot and beautiful. He also knows other femmes who see Tommy Lee Jones looking just as craggy bad-ass as a man can get and they're thinking, well, I'd like a helping of that. Other femmes just reach over to your tubby ass and say, "I love you, baby."
You figure out that last part. Funny, isn't it (larfs).
If then she says, "Baby, do you ever think of looking at suits lately?" ...
Be careful, son. The ice is dangerously thin just now. One false move you and you get soaked and when you wake up you will be dressed like the Easter Bunny. Step carefully.
OK, maybe not so funny. But it's happened nevertheless. Be careful out there.
Funny shouldn't have to hurt and it's a smile seeing Bush doing a nose plant in his soup but somewhere in that dim corpus there must be sensation and possibly it's even capable of feeling pain or at least, holy fuck, that was embarrassing. That kind of funny doesn't last long.
There's Mark Twain funny when he observed, 'the coldest Winter I ever spent was the Summer I spent in San Francisco.'
That probably doesn't get you slapping your knee but it gets a hmmm, is that even possible. Consider the possibility as we flew from Sydney to San Francisco. We were dressed for Australian Summer and we arrived in San Francisco almost exactly twenty-four hours later where the seasons have flipped because we were now, in effect, on the other side of the planet.
We arrived in the time which really was California's Winter and it's just as wimpy as you may expect but we had lost the Australia effect so I didn't lose my heart in San Franciso, what I remember is "I Froze My Ass in Frisco."
I do see Mark Twain may have turned a better phrase than I.
(Ed: it's fading. Take a tok and see if the Necromancer comes.)
Good thought.
Going with some funnies on a roll ...
That time a gigantic emu head came out of the stratosphere to steal the potato crisps out of my ten-year-old hands and scare the living hell out of me to give me lifetime emu-beak-o-phobia.
That time we forgot Doc in Indiana.
When we built gigantic bonfires down by the canal for Bonfire Night and Alex nearly made it explode.
The time the three of us hitchhiked to Florida just because it seemed like a good stoner idea at the time. (Yes, of course there's guilt for scaring them like that.)
Frequent visits to police stations until the realization, whoa, you're only getting out of this because yer ol' Dad is a professor. That about did it, I reckon.
When we (i.e. me) flooded the Sunroom in Sydney and were using it for water sports.
When Queen Bee and I staged a strike over eating tripe and woe, woe, woe, we stayed up ... we stayed up ALL night to protest but we never ate it.
Note: I imagine the reality is we were in bed by eight o'clock (dunno, when do kids go to bed?). I know we won, tho (larfs).
Taking a picture in front of the 707 when we're all dressed in pajamas in Hawaii. What I did on my Summer vacation, huh?
Going up into snow in the Sierras for the first time in our lives ... and absolutely fucking hating it.
The first time Alex turned you loose on an open track in a go-kart. Yah, that time you got thinking he couldn't hear how fast you hammered it on the back straight. He heard you alright (larfs). He probably wanted to know if you would.
They never tried to stop us from riding motorcycles and our ol' Mother gets the big high five for that. You're one tough lady.
I don't even have to say a word about who made the balls in the family because you're probably laughing already.
See you on the slipstream. There's nothing cosmic, it's just the only place to do four hundred mph in a balloon.
When Clinton dresses like a Kirby vacuum cleaner as she often does, it's amusing but not particularly funny.
When George Bush pukes and passes out in his soup at a state dinner in Japan, it's amusing and kind of funny but it doesn't last very long.
When Will Smith says, "But I can make THIS look good." (Said as he first wears the straight arrow Men in Black suit)
On the surface it's amusing but he knows the reaction is much more like some femmes will see him and want him because he's young, hot and beautiful. He also knows other femmes who see Tommy Lee Jones looking just as craggy bad-ass as a man can get and they're thinking, well, I'd like a helping of that. Other femmes just reach over to your tubby ass and say, "I love you, baby."
You figure out that last part. Funny, isn't it (larfs).
If then she says, "Baby, do you ever think of looking at suits lately?" ...
Be careful, son. The ice is dangerously thin just now. One false move you and you get soaked and when you wake up you will be dressed like the Easter Bunny. Step carefully.
OK, maybe not so funny. But it's happened nevertheless. Be careful out there.
Funny shouldn't have to hurt and it's a smile seeing Bush doing a nose plant in his soup but somewhere in that dim corpus there must be sensation and possibly it's even capable of feeling pain or at least, holy fuck, that was embarrassing. That kind of funny doesn't last long.
There's Mark Twain funny when he observed, 'the coldest Winter I ever spent was the Summer I spent in San Francisco.'
That probably doesn't get you slapping your knee but it gets a hmmm, is that even possible. Consider the possibility as we flew from Sydney to San Francisco. We were dressed for Australian Summer and we arrived in San Francisco almost exactly twenty-four hours later where the seasons have flipped because we were now, in effect, on the other side of the planet.
We arrived in the time which really was California's Winter and it's just as wimpy as you may expect but we had lost the Australia effect so I didn't lose my heart in San Franciso, what I remember is "I Froze My Ass in Frisco."
I do see Mark Twain may have turned a better phrase than I.
(Ed: it's fading. Take a tok and see if the Necromancer comes.)
Good thought.
Going with some funnies on a roll ...
That time a gigantic emu head came out of the stratosphere to steal the potato crisps out of my ten-year-old hands and scare the living hell out of me to give me lifetime emu-beak-o-phobia.
That time we forgot Doc in Indiana.
When we built gigantic bonfires down by the canal for Bonfire Night and Alex nearly made it explode.
The time the three of us hitchhiked to Florida just because it seemed like a good stoner idea at the time. (Yes, of course there's guilt for scaring them like that.)
Frequent visits to police stations until the realization, whoa, you're only getting out of this because yer ol' Dad is a professor. That about did it, I reckon.
When we (i.e. me) flooded the Sunroom in Sydney and were using it for water sports.
When Queen Bee and I staged a strike over eating tripe and woe, woe, woe, we stayed up ... we stayed up ALL night to protest but we never ate it.
Note: I imagine the reality is we were in bed by eight o'clock (dunno, when do kids go to bed?). I know we won, tho (larfs).
Taking a picture in front of the 707 when we're all dressed in pajamas in Hawaii. What I did on my Summer vacation, huh?
Going up into snow in the Sierras for the first time in our lives ... and absolutely fucking hating it.
The first time Alex turned you loose on an open track in a go-kart. Yah, that time you got thinking he couldn't hear how fast you hammered it on the back straight. He heard you alright (larfs). He probably wanted to know if you would.
They never tried to stop us from riding motorcycles and our ol' Mother gets the big high five for that. You're one tough lady.
I don't even have to say a word about who made the balls in the family because you're probably laughing already.
See you on the slipstream. There's nothing cosmic, it's just the only place to do four hundred mph in a balloon.
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