Monday, June 24, 2013

Big Texan JOW #667



Texas is a most unusual state.  You can drive hard all day and not leave the state! Football is really important in Texas the rivalry between A&M and UT defines people’s ideas of good and evil... and don’t even bring up OU.  Vending machines are regularly stocked with items like the "Big Texas Cinnamon Rolls". Are other states celebrated this way like Texas is? Can you imagine ‘Mammoth Massachusetts Twinkies’? Or ‘Big Rhode Island Bagels? How about ‘Colossal Connecticut Cinnabuns’? It's a common misconception that everything is twice as big in Texas, really, everything is 1.965 times bigger, but they round up.

It is easy to become a Texan: buy a pair of boots or a Stetson hat and you are immediately accepted.   Once you acknowledge your new status you will find that:
• You drive a pickup truck because you want to.
• You understand that high school football is a way of life.
• You know and actually drink Lone Star Beer is.
·         You prefer Whataburger to McDonalds.
• You attend a formal event in your best clothes, your finest jewelry and your cowboy boots.
·         You have 5 pairs of boots and they all serve different purposes.
1) Work boots
2) Rodeo boots
3) Dress boots
4) Casual boots
5) Huntin’ boots
·         Even your pastor wears boots

Q: Why do University of Texas Pan American grads keep their diplomas on their dashboards?
A: So they can park in handicap spaces.

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Students in a psychology class were attending their first class on emotional extremes.
"In order to establish some parameters," the professor said to a student from Alabama, "What is the opposite of joy?"
"Sadness," replied the student.
"And what is the opposite of depression?", the professor asked a young lady from Mississippi.
"Elation," she answered.
"And you, young man," he said to a student from Texas. "What about the opposite of woe?"
"Well, sir, I believe that'd be 'giddy-up'," the Texan replied.

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A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals had a habit of picking on strangers. So when he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head and fired a shot into the ceiling. ''WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HOSS?'' he yelled.
No one answered.
''ALL RIGHT, I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHA' BEER, AND IF MY HOSS AIN'T BACK OUTSIDE BY THE TIME I FINISH, I'M GONNA DO WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS! AND I DON'T LIKE TO HAVE TO DO WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS!''
Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The cowboy had another beer, walked outside, and his horse was back! He saddled up and started to ride out of town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, ''Say partner, before you go. . .what happened in Texas?''
The cowboy turned back and said, ''I had to walk home.''

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A man fell in love with the girl of his dreams. They were perfect for each other, except for one minor problem: She was an Texas A&M Aggies fan and he was a Texas Longhorns fan. He decided to make the ultimate sacrifice and become a Aggies fan. He went to the doctor and asked if there was an easy way to do this. The doctor replied, "Yes, it's a very simple procedure. What we do is go in and remove half your brain. When you wake up, you will be an Texas A&M Aggies fan." The man agrees, and the next week goes into surgery. After he wakes up the doctor comes up to him concerned. "Sir, I apologize, but there was a mix-up with the scalpel. Instead of removing half your brain we removed 3/4 of it. How do you feel?" The man sat up, looked around, and said "GO RED RAIDERS!"

And on a totally different note here are two more.  Tor sent this from the earthly paradise where he is spending the summer on his boat Silver Heels.

The Iranian Ambassador to the UN had just finished giving a speech and walked out into the lobby of the convention center where he was introduced to a U.S. Marine General. As they talked, the Iranian said, "I have just one question about what I have seen in America."
The General said, "Well, anything I can do to help."
The Iranian whispered, "My son watches this show called Star Trek and in it there is... Kirk who is Canadian, Chekhov who is Russian, Scotty who is Scottish, Uhura who is black, and Sulu who is Japanese, but there are no Muslims. My son is very upset and doesn't understand why there aren't any Iranians, Iraqis, Afghans, Egyptians, Palestinians, Saudis, Syrians, or Pakistanis on Star Trek."
The General leaned toward the Iranian Ambassador, and whispered in his ear, "That's because it takes place in the future." 

Nancy provided this one which seems topical
A father walks into a restaurant with his young son. He gives the young boy 3 nickels to play with to keep him occupied.
Suddenly, the boy starts choking, going blue in the face. The father realizes the boy has swallowed the nickels and starts slapping him on the back. The boy coughs up 2 of the nickels, but keeps choking. Looking at his son, the father is panicking, shouting for help.
A well-dressed, attractive, and serious looking woman in a blue business suit is sitting at the coffee bar reading a newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. At the sound of the commotion, she looks up, puts her coffee cup down, neatly folds the newspaper and places it on it on the counter, gets up from her seat and makes her way, unhurried, across the restaurant.
Reaching the boy, the woman carefully drops his pants; takes hold of the boy's testicles and starts to squeeze and twist, gently at first and then ever so firmly. After a few seconds the boy convulses violently and coughs up the last nickel, which the woman deftly catches in her free hand.
Releasing the boy's testicles, the woman hands the nickel to the father and walks back to her seat at the coffee bar without saying a word.
As soon as he is sure that his son has suffered no ill effects, the father rushes over to the woman and starts thanking her saying, "I've never seen anybody do anything like that before, it was fantastic. Are you a doctor? "
"No," the woman replied, "I'm with the Internal Revenue Service."

Monday, June 17, 2013

What do you call a ball JOW #666



Between the baseball, basketball and golf games I decided that I should do a ball-themed JOW.  Then, somehow as I was writing I went off onto a bunch of ‘What do you call’ jokes, some of which are truly tasteless.  But first let me get on the ball.

Why was Cinderella thrown off the basketball team?
She ran away from the ball.

This is one of Dr. Bil’s favorites –
A golfer, playing a round by himself, is about to tee off, when Banta, a salesman, runs up to him and yells, "Wait! Before you tee off, I have something really amazing to show you!"
The golfer, annoyed, says, "What is it?"
"It's a special golf ball," says Banta. "You can never lose it!"
"What do you mean," scoffs the golfer, "you can never lose it? What if you hit it into the water?"
"No problem," says Banta. "It floats, and it detects where the shore is, and spins towards it."
"Well, what if you hit it into the woods?"
"Easy," says Banta. "It emits a beeping sound, and you can find it with your eyes closed."
"Okay," says the golfer, impressed. "But what if your round goes late and it gets dark?"
"No problem, sir, this golf ball glows in the dark! I'm telling you, you can never lose this golf ball!"
The golfer buys it at once.
"Just one question," he says to Banta. "Where did you get it?"
"I found it."
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Two young blondes were playing golf at a foggy par three; they could see the flag, but not the green. Each hit their balls anyway. When they walked to the green, they discovered one ball about three feet from the cup, while the other ball somehow had gone directly in.
The blondes tried to figure out which ball belonged to who, since they were both using Titlist number threes. Unable to decide, they returned to the clubhouse and asked the golf pro for a ruling.
After hearing their story and congratulating them both on their superb shots under such adverse conditions the pro asked, "Okay, so who was playing the yellow ball?"
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From Richard, the PhD one, not the son one-

1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL.
2. The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING.
3. The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL.
4. The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL.
5. The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS.
And...
6. The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF.
The higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become; there must be a boat load of people in Washington playing marbles.

 Tom claims this was an actual memo back when a mouse enclosed a track ball.  These track balls would sometimes go bad and require replacement.

Replacement of Mouse Balls
If a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may need a ball replacement. Mouse balls are now available as FRU (Field Replacement Units). Because of the delicate nature of this procedure, replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly trained personnel. Before proceeding, determine the type of mouse balls by examining the underside of the mouse. Domestic balls will be larger and harder than foreign balls.
Ball removal procedures differ depending upon the manufacturer of the mouse. Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop off method. Domestic balls are replaced by using the twist off method. Mouse balls are not usually static sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in a sudden discharge.
Upon completion of ball replacement, the mouse may be used immediately. It is recommended that each person have a pair of spare balls for maintaining optimum customer satisfaction.
Any customer missing his balls should contact the local personnel in charge of removing and replacing these necessary items.

And all that mouse talk reminded me of a joke
What do you call a mouse under a pile of dry leaves?
Rustle.

Which unleashed the flood of ‘what do you call’ jokes

What do you call a man with a car on his head?
Jack.
What do you call a girl with a frog on her head?
Lily.
What do you call a man with a spade on his head?
Doug.
What do you call a man with a small spade on his head?
Doug-less.
What do you call a man with a seagull on his head?
Cliff.
What do you call a camel with no humps?
Humphrey.
What do you call a Hippie’s wife?
Mississippi
What do you call fake noodles?
An impasta
What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back?
A stick
What do you call bears without ears?
B.
And a fish with no eyes?
FSH
What do you call the shortest distance between 2 jokes?
A straight line.
What do you call a woman with one leg longer than the other?
Eileen.
What do you call a Japanese woman with one leg shorter than the other?
Irene.
What do you call an Englishwoman driving a truck?
Laurie.
What do you call an Irishman who's been buried for 10 years?
Peat.
What do you call a man with no arms or legs in a swimming pool?
Bob.
And what do you call him if he is framed?
Art.
What do you call a cow that has just given birth?
De-calfinated
What do you call a cow with no legs?
Ground beef
And what do you call a dog with no legs?
Doesn’t matter – he can’t come anyway.
What do you call a deer with no eyes?
No eye deer.
What do you call a paralyzed deer with no eyes?
Still no eye deer.

And those reminded me of this one from my youth
What do you get when you cross an alligator with a fridge?
A refrigegator.

Finally Tor offered these bits of guidance we might get from a Zen GPS unit.
·         Follow your bliss
·         The obstacle is the path
·         If you aim for it you are turning away from it
·         Follow the eight fold path




Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Post vacational JOW #665



Having returned from my little vacation I thought it only appropriate to make this JOW more or less about vacations.  I would like to describe some of the fascinating things I did on vacation but the unsaid part of the words "This is fascinating!" is "to me" so I will just got with the jokes.

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A man was annoyed by the seemingly spontaneous performances by killer whales at SeaWorld complaining that the whole thing seemed orca-strated.

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Man to Ticket Agent: “I want to buy a plane ticket for Norwald... for a vacation, you know...!”
Ticket Agent, searching book: "Norwald? Let me find that. Hmm... never heard of it. Let me see... Norwald. I don't see Norwald listed, and I can't find it on the map. Just where is Norwald anyway?"
Man: “Over there. He's my brother!”

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A tourist is traveling with a guide through one of the thickest jungles in Central America, when he comes across an ancient Mayan temple. The tourist is entranced by the temple, and asks the guide for details. To this, the guide states that archaeologists are carrying out excavations, and still finding great treasures. The tourist then queries how old the temple is.
"This temple is 1503 years old", replies the guide.
Impressed at this accurate dating, he inquires as to how he gave this precise figure.
"Easy", replies the guide, "the archaeologists said the temple was 1500 years old, and that was three years ago"

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Bubba decided to catch a flight from Atlanta to Dallas.  Not having traveled from Georgia before he was not aware of the concept of differing time zones.
“The next flight leaves at 1:00 p.m.,” a ticket agent said, “and arrives in Dallas at 1:05 p.m.”
“Would you repeat that, please?” Bubba asked.
The agent did so and then inquired, “Do you want a reservation?”
“No,” said Bubba said, “I just think I’ll hang around the airport and watch that thing take off.”
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An old couple from Minneapolis, Minnesota, decided to go to Miami Beach for a few days to thaw out during one particularly cold winter. The airlines have crazy frequent flyer rules and the wife had to leave on a flight the day after her husband. The husband made it down to Florida and when he arrived he emailed his wife back in Minneapolis. Unfortunately, he didn't notice that he had misspelled his wife's email address, so that it went to a recent widow had just returned from the funeral of her husband. 
The old widow decided to check her email because she was expecting to hear from relatives and friends. Upon reading the first email, she let out a loud scream, fainted and fell to the floor. The woman's son rushed into the room and found his mother on the floor. He glanced up at the computer screen and saw the following email message:
‘Dear Wife: I've just been checked in. Everything has been prepared for your arrival here tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then. Your Devoted Husband. P. S. Sure is hot down here.’

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A lady aboard a cruise ship was not impressed by the jazz trio in one of the shipboard restaurants. When her waiter came around, she asked, "Will they play anything I ask?"
"Of course!" replied the waiter.
"Then tell them to go play chess!"

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A man was getting a haircut prior to a trip to Rome. He mentioned the trip to the barber who responded, "Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded & dirty and full of Italians. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking American," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"American?" exclaimed the barber. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are rude, and they're always late.  So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at the downtown International Marriott."
"That dump! That's the worst hotel in the city. The rooms are small, the service is surly and they're overpriced. So, whatcha doing when you get there?"
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the barber. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the man again came in for his regular haircut. The barber asked him about his trip to Rome." It was wonderful," explained the man, "not only were we on time in one of a brand new plane, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and drinks were wonderful. And the hotel-it was great! They'd just finished a $25 million remodeling job and now it's the finest hotel in the city!"
"Well," muttered the barber, "I know you didn't get to see the pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, for as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the pope likes to personally meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait the pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later the pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down as he spoke a few words to me."
"Really?" asked the Barber, now impressed. "What'd he say?"
He said, "Where'd you get that lousy haircut?"

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Road to Retirement JOW #664



I will be hitting the road this week to return to Jacksonville to visit my family and also attend my high school reunion.  Some people wonder why I prefer to drive rather than fly.  As the famous bigamist Charles Kuralt said: "Thanks to the interstate highway system, it is now possible to travel across the country, from coast to coast, without seeing anything."
But I no longer enjoy flying.  Airplane travel is nature’s way of making you look like your passport photo.  And the baggage carousel sounds a lot more fun than it really is. I know that flying isn't dangerous. -crashing is what's dangerous.  The way I see it, it's always better to be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here.  American Airlines is probably my least favorite airline right now.  During boarding, American is playing videos of salmon swimming upstream to spawn and die. This is not the travel metaphor I hoped for.  And they are relentless in looking for new sources of fees: their seat cushions are used for flotation devices and in the event of an emergency water landing you have to swipe your credit card to release them for use. 

Hitting the road made me think about the perennial bad joke.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
In Texas we say it is to show the Armadillo that it can be done.

Someone asked famous director Quentin Tarantino that question leading to the following diatribe.
“Because he had just killed his friend Paul in a freak hunting accident. Paul was a member of the chicken triad, and the triad boss, Alan, had put a price on the chicken's head. He was hiding out at his girlfriend's house, waiting for things to cool down, when suddenly a black VW van pulled up in the driveway and two armed chickens jumped out and chickennapped the poor chicken (His name was Neil, by the way). The van drove to a secret location and Neil woke up hanging upside down by his feet. Alan was there and he told Neil what he would do to him. Neil was scared, but he remembered that he had stashed a desert eagle in a secret compartment in his feathers, so he pistol whipped Alan and cut himself free. He escaped from the secret location and ran to the main highway. That was where he crossed the road. A short time later, he was gunned down by triad thugs.”

There are a lot of good reasons to go back to your high school reunion after all these years.
·         You want to try to dance one more time before your next hip replacement.
·         You want to squash 50 years of rumors about you...and start new and better ones.
·         To see what color the girls' hair is now and to see how many of the guys still have hair.
·         You can be sure there will be no swimsuit competition.
·         You don't have to lie about your age. They all know how old you are.

A reunion joke

A group of 40 year old buddies discuss where they should meet for their reunion dinner. Finally it is agreed upon that they should meet at the Gausthof zum Lowen restaurant because the waitresses there wear low cut blouses.
Ten years later, at 50 years of age, the group again pools their thoughts and discusses where they should meet. Finally it is agreed upon that they should meet at the Gausthof zum Lowen because the food there is very good and the wine selection is good also.
Ten years later at 60 years of age, the group again decides to discuss where they should meet. Finally it is agreed upon that they should meet at the Gausthof zum Lowen because they can eat there in peace and quiet and the restaurant is smoke free.
Ten years later, at 70 years of age, the group again discusses where they should meet for reunion dinner. Finally it is agreed upon that they should meet at the Gausthof zum Lowen because the restaurant is wheel chair accessible and they even have an elevator.
Ten years later, at 80 years of age, the group again discusses where they should meet. Finally it is agreed upon that they should meet at the Gausthof zum Lowen because that would be a great idea because they have never been there before.

Retiree questions:
Question: How many days in a week?
Answer: 6 Saturdays, 1 Sunday
Question: When is a retiree's bedtime?
Answer: Three hours after he falls asleep on the recliner.
Question: How many retirees to change a light bulb?
Answer: Only one, but it might take all day.
Question: What's the biggest gripe of retirees?
Answer: There is not enough time to get everything done.
Question: Why don't retirees mind being called Seniors?
Answer: The term comes with a 10% percent discount.
Question: Among retirees what is considered formal attire?
Answer: Tied shoes.
Question: How do retirees broaden themselves culturally?
Answer: By learning to embrace the siesta.
Question: What is the common term for someone who enjoys work and refuses to retire?
Answer: NUTS!
Question: Why are retirees so slow to clean out the basement, attic or garage?
Answer: They know that as soon as they do, one of their adult kids will want to store stuff there.
Question: What do retirees call a long lunch?
 Answer: Normal.
Question: What is the best way to describe retirement?
Answer: The never-ending Coffee Break.
Question: What's the biggest advantage of going back to school as a retiree?
Answer: If you cut classes, no one calls your parents.