January 2010
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Celebrity Sighting
I had lunch in Los Angeles today and sat across from Ken Davitian (Azamat from Borat). Normally, seeing moderately famous people in person doesn’t provoke a response from me. But, the nature of Ken Davitian’s fame (or infamy?) made this a new experience. The moment I recognized him, it wasn’t a matter of, “Oh! It’s so-and-so from that terrible tv show!” Or,...
December 2009
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Two Wisconsin Women Reach Plea Deals In Penis... →
CHILTON, Wis. — Two Wisconsin women accused of seeking revenge on a cheating lover by gluing his penis to his stomach have reached plea deals.
Forty-eight-year-old Therese Ziemann, of Menasha, was accused of doing the actual gluing. She pleaded no contest Monday to reduced charges of disorderly conduct and misdemeanor battery.
Her sister, 43-year-old Michelle Belliveau, of Neenah, pleaded no...
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What is that? Are you supposed to eat that paper towel?
– My dad, upon seeing a whole wheat crepe for the first time.
To which my brother replied, “No no. It’s like a French pancake. A Francake.”
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Muscle Memory
I just rode a bike for the first time in about ten years. It’s true what they say about never forgetting how to ride a bicycle. And there’s no more appropriate phrase for describing the ease of transitioning back into a long ignored activity than being “like riding a bike.”
However, one thing my muscle memory failed to remind me of was the discomfort of the seat, and the...
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Whoa, whoa. Why are you adding so much chees—wait. What am I talking...
– My Brother, while we prepared Christmas Eve dinner.
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Effects of Christmas Song Overload
I’ve heard a few Christmas songs so many times in the past week that their lyrics have morphed in my head and their stories turned into twisted, nonsensical holiday tales.
After hearing “Angels we have heard on high” a dozen times, the song became “Angels, we have heard are high.” And the story became one of angels lounging around on a cloud, laughing incessantly at...
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Conversation With The Parents: Groceries
Me: [on phone] I'm at the store, did you need anything?
Mom: Um. I don't think so. Hold on. [to Dad] Did you need anything from the store?
Dad: [in background] No. I think we're good.
Mom: No. We don't need anything right now.
Me: Ok. See you in a while.
Mom: Ok. Drive safe.
*eight minutes later*
Me: [answering phone] Hello?
Mom: Hey. Are you still at the store?
Me: Yes. I'm just about done.
Mom: Ok. Well, your dad just farted and it smells awful.
Me: ...Ok...And?
Mom: Oh. Yeah. It reminded me that we need eggs. Can you pick up a carton?
Me: That's disgusting.
Mom: It really was. Trust me. I think we might need to buy new curtains.
Dad: [in background] I'm sorry!
Me: Ok, ok. I'm hanging up now.
Mom: Drive safe!
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Conversation With The Parents: Slang
Me: Are you done Christmas shopping for mom?
Dad: I guess so.
Me: Well, what else do you need?
Dad: I don't know. What do you think we should get her?
Me: Well, I need to swing by Costco later. Maybe you could find something there? Jewelry maybe?
Dad: Good idea. I'll get her some blings.
Me: What?
Dad: Some blingy.
Me: Please stop.
Dad: Blang blang.
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Decade Countdown: Top 10 Years of the Past 10...
10. 2001
09. 2004
08. 2005
07. 2000
06. 2003
05. 2007
04. 2008
03. 2009
02. 2002
01. 2006
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Reimagined Lyrics for a Christmas Classic
by The Funny Kid in the Frozen Food Aisle at Trader Joes
Christmas Classic: The 12 Days of Christmas
Original Line: “…and a partridge in a pear tree.”
Hilarious New Line: “…and a palm tree in a dead tree.”
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Christmas Carpal Tunnel
I just finished signing about 250 Christmas cards as fast as I could. While I saved myself some time with the speed at which I was writing my name, it did come with some consequences:
My hands, arms and face are covered in glitter.
I misspelled my name twice.
At around card #236, my hand cramped up pretty bad. I didn’t want to slow down, so I kept writing. My hand wasn’t cooperating...
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