Where The Humor Goes Awry

You know, you would think, “What’s there for Brian not to like?” It’s a Web site with cat pictures and captions with a name sort of like an affinity to one of my blogs: MyCatHatesYou.com.

I mean, it’s meh a bit relative to ICanHasCheezburger.com and StuffOnMyCat.com. But I tolerated it for a few clicks until I got to this entry.

Vulgarity+Cheney=Comedy Gold!

Well, no, not so much. That’s just juvenile, really. I mean, I do from time to time run to a little schizophrenic satire about politicians with whom I do not agree, but simply saying Fuck <politician> isn’t any sort of intelligent humor no matter how you package it, Ms. Cho.

Maybe the site will be worthwhile after the author emerges from puberty at the age of 40 or so.

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Sang-Froid and Roy

Sorry, no post, but I just saw the expression sang-froid in a book and thought of all the wonderful puns I could use as post titles if possible. Since it’s looking impossible in the near term, I’ll just do a post dumping them for you:

Sang-Freud
Sang-Fraud

And rest assured I will use it in a sentence today. And a two-year-old will parrot it back, much to my delight.

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That’s Not What I See

In the book Busy Penguins, the authors have a photo that they have captioned incorrectly:

Penguin martial arts

The authors of the book are apparently unfamiliar with the penguin martial art spheniscinatasu. Instead of putting a wing around the other penguin to comfort his compatriot, the penguin on the right is in the process of employing the dreaded aptenodytesu forsterika death strike, a move that crushes the opponent’s arteries to the head and leads to death within agonizing seconds.

Penguins caring, indeed.

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Dog Joke

Dog walks into a telegraph office and writes out his telegram: “Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof.”

The clerk says, “You can add another woof, since you’re charged the same price for ten words.”

The dog says, “But that wouldn’t make any sense.”

(I don’t know why dog jokes get to me, but they do.)

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