I eat a lot of bananas, and so does my son. It’s not unusual for him to eat four in a day. I’m always good for two, occasionally three, and today I had four. I like them ripe, and have been known to eat them when they are dark brown on the outside, almost to . . . → Read More: You Can Never Have Too Many Bananas Around The House
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I love the first cup of coffee in the morning like nobody’s business. The aroma turns my head and draws me near as it brews. The sound of the coffee dripping into the carafe brings excited anticipation. And when I pour that first cup, I marvel at the multi-colored bubbles that form, thanks to the . . . → Read More: The Second Cup of Coffee Is Always Lousy It used to be that how one squeezed the toothpaste tube could ruin a marriage. If you were a ham-fisted buffoon that grabbed the tube in the middle, you’d soon trap a third of the toothpaste at the bottom. And what a horrible reminder to your wife that she would never be caressed gently or . . . → Read More: Toothpaste Tubes I. If something bad happens to me, that’s tragedy. But if it happens to you, that’s comedy. II. Tragedy plus time equals comedy. III. Everything is really just a dick joke. IV. Getting hit in the balls is always funny to someone. V. Words with the ‘K’ sound are funny. DISCUSSION These laws have been . . . → Read More: The Immutable Laws of Comedy Amongst men, if you want to pick a fight with another man, you should enter the room in anger and throw something at him. Other acceptable forms of the invitation to fight are the two-handed push to the chest, the finger poke to the sternum, and insulting his mother. This formal invitation is often seen . . . → Read More: How to Invite a Man to a Fight When I played hockey, most of the guys on the team would blow their nose by closing one nostril with a finger and blowing, spewing phlegm across the ice. We called it “coach’s handkerchief,” but it always creeped me out. I would sneak tissue onto the ice, hiding it in quiet places in my uniform. . . . → Read More: Gesundheit When it comes to ending telephone conversations, I have lost the ability to hang up the damn phone. It becomes an awkward series of… “Okay…see you…take care…talk to you later…have a good evening…alright….later…mm-hmm…goodbye…bye. It doesn’t matter who the other person is, be they a close friend, old friend, remote acquaintance, service manager at the auto . . . → Read More: Buh-Bye Some men like to pretend they’re golfing. They swing an imaginary club while waiting in line at the movies, or waiting for an elevator, or while talking to someone outside of their cubicle at work. It’s usually a drive, a big, roundhouse swing, with lots of follow through and an excellent pose at the end. . . . → Read More: Air Golf My son asked me about the afterlife. He said, “When I’m in heaven, will my video game have infinite lives, or will I need to use a cheat code?” My father’s sex talk with me was very brief. He said, “You have a penis, and you stick that in a girl’s vagina, and you ejaculate sperm, and that’s what makes babies. You got that?” I got it. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but I got it. He didn’t . . . → Read More: Sex Talk |
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