Humor

Boy, can she handle a gun!

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Yesterday my wife stopped by the barbershop and, while she was in the chair getting her hair cut, an older man walks in and starts a political monologue while he’s waiting. I’ll be nice and just say he was a “conservative,” but his most memorable comment was…

How ’bout that Sarah Palin! Boy can she handle a gun!

Now I didn’t hear the comment myself, but my wife’s interpretation was that, in context with the other things he was saying, he was indicating that this was a strong point in her Vice Presidential qualifications. I can’t say I was shocked, but I was saddened (and amused, but in a mocking sort of way).

Upon telling that humorous/saddening story to a friend, he made a counter comment which I found hilarious because it mocked the guy at the barbershop AND the current Vice President.

It’d be nice to have a VP who could put her boobs in your face as opposed to a load of buckshot like our current one.

Oh my god.

Dr. Horrible… Rock on!

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I just heard about and watched a new internet movie by Joss Whedon and friends called “Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog” starring Neil Patrick Harris (Doogie, etc), Nathan Fillion (Firefly, Slither), and Felicia Day (The Guild).  You have have also now heard about it. You now need to go watch it. Seriously. Go. Now. Click the picture.

The Potato Joke

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I saw this on Cindy’s blog and thought it was worth posting. Ha!

An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his potato garden but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son Fred, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

Dear Fred,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love,
Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad,
For heaven’s sake, don’t dig up that garden! That’s where I buried the BODIES!
Love,
Fred

At 4am the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love,
Fred

Drew’s Preemptive Strike

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For round three, Drew fired off his submission before I got around to sending one of mine. I find it extremely disturbing and I’m thinking I’ll most likely lose a lot of sleep… or at least have a much higher frequency of nightmares. FFS!

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