Going down to the international port and trying to hang a shining star upon the highest bow is an excellent way to spend a cheery evening with local DHS officials.
Category: Humor
Sensitivity Note
To spare the feelings of afflicted persons, this blog shall hereafter refer to the little Irish men in green with pots of gold as Hansensdiseaseachauns.
Thank you.
This Urban Legend Brought to You By The American Dairy Association and Your Local Grocer
You know why they have expiration dates on yogurt? Because that’s how long it takes the fruit in fruit yogurt to ferment. Dude, I know a guy –he’s a friend of a friend to you–who bought a couple twelve packs of Dannon marked down because they were going to expire, and he put them in his fridge. A week later he’s hungry, and its three days after their expiration date, but he ate a couple of them and got a buzz, so he ate them all. He got so wasted on yogurt that he blacked out and woke up in his backyard wearing nothing but his Playboy robe.
I guess the yogurt manufacturers put those dates on them so the grocery stores won’t sell them to underage people. But if you want some cheap liquor without an ID card, you should look through the grocery stores’ dairy cases for the old yogurt. Sometimes, you can even find stuff that’s already expired.
Go ye forth, and pass it on. You know it’s true, because it happened to a friend of this guy you know, and you read it on the Internet. That’s double-checked accurate.
True Breeding Will Out
Proof positive that although you can take the son of a carpenter out of the city housing projects and can place him in an affluent suburb, you cannot teach him true civility, in two words or fewer:
Dispatch from the Sad, Colorless World of John Q. Literal
I am so hungry I could eat a meal.
Abashed Pragmatism
Man, bird flu needs Tamiflu. For four years, I’ve been stocking the Cipro for nothing….
The Secret The Tabloids Won’t Share
Katie Holmes is pregnant with Nick Lachey’s baby, which explains the breakup with Jessica Simpson.
I mean, for crying out loud, it’s obvious. But the tabloids won’t tell you because they’re in bed with the celebrities they cover, regardless of whatever they tell you. And the stars’ publicists won’t let the tabloids reveal the real secrets.
She’s Got A Point
And I said, “What about Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”
She said, “We never even watched that film.
And you don’t recall, I said I hate Katherine Hepburn.”
And I said, “Well, it was someone else then.”
When High School Spanish Fails You
Sure, I offended the leader of the client’s parent company. But I thought surely the feminine version of CEO was CEA.
Who wouldn’t?
UPDATE: Also, note that neither are actually pronounced like see-oh or see-ah. You have been warned.
Sure, Tell Me I Am The Only One
Look me in the eye when you say that you have never taken a hazardous chemical cleaning or lubricating agent that you cannot pour down the drain and have to pay for disposal to an acquaintance’s house and tucked it under their sink or set it on a shelf in his garage when he wasn’t looking.
I guess El Guapo knows where he got that orange juice bottle full of olive-colored automotive coolant now.
Early Sign of Libertarianism, Sci-Fi Geekdom, or Both
Son of a gun, you know, all this time Mr. Mister wasn’t advising us to carry a laser down the road that we must travel.
Public Service Announcement
Although it fulfills the requirements, namely:
- It rhymes.
- It refers to a cute animal.
- It also refers to a sweet ice cream flavor.
- It ends, twice, with the long e sound.
Chunky Monkey is a very bad choice for a pet name for your wife.
Because if I didn’t warn you, gentle but unthinking sometimes male reader, you, too, might try it, to poor results.
Brian Ends The Foreign Policy Debate With a Witty Riposte
I am a chickenhawk. I eat chickens. Are you a chicken?
Free Rhyme for Your Poetry
Gentle poet, here is a bit of advice as you compose your next sonnet for your beloved:
Getcher Urban Legends Here
Panera Bread, parent company of the St. Louis Bread Company and the name by which it conducts business elsewhere, was formed by an Egyptian cult, the Pane of Ra movement. This group believes that the consumption of bread prepares one for the afterlife, and that if one has bagels with hummus or some other concoction of cibatta and cream cheese, one can survive the journey.
It’s a Constitutional Medley!
First, we have “The Interstate Commerce Blues“.
Next, “Kelo (The Banana Court Song)“.
Finally, my contribution, “Kelo-Backed Seizure”, which goes something like this:
Kelo-Backed Seizure
The court ruled hard against homeowners’ rights
Across the country in D.C.
Eminent domain is in the eye
Of local governments and their greed
Our house is ours, it holds all our things
Our town doesn’t want it yet
But if it wants another mall
Or industrial court for someone else….
Kelo-backed seizure
Down the road for more tax base
Kelo-backed seizure
Through enforcement of the law
Kelo-backed seizure
Once it’s started, what will follow?
Kelo-backed seizure
An invention of a blight
When I was young, I thought I could own
A home and land as property
But on the weight of New Castle’s want
I know now that it’s a dream
Yeah
Kelo-backed seizure
Down the road for more tax base
Kelo-backed seizure
Through enforcement of the law
Kelo-backed seizure
Once it’s started, what will follow?
Kelo-backed seizure
An invention of a blight
No, no, no….
No, no, no….
No, no, no….
No, no, no….
Kelo-backed seizure
Down the road for more tax base
Kelo-backed seizure
Through enforcement of the law
Kelo-backed seizure
Once it’s started, what will follow?
Kelo-backed seizure
Down the road for more tax base
Through enforcement of the law
Once it’s started, what will follow?
An invention of a blight
(Apologies to Mr. Mister, and although it’s not my fault, I’d like to apologize for Clay Aiken’s remake and for Rick Springfield’s remake of “Broken Wings”. I should really send them a card.)
(Other portions of the medley seen on The Volokh Conspiracy.)
Brian J. Kills the Small Talk
Them: How is Heather?
Me: I’m sorry, HIPAA regulations prohibit me from sharing medical information about my wife with a third party.
Brian J. Does Potter
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Like everyone else this weekend, Friday night at midnight found me with inked sigils upon my body, attire of coarse robes, and silly-looking glasses. In other words, it was a normal Friday evening. But on Saturday, I too joined America in picking up the latest Potter book, and I read it in one sitting. After which point, I could hardly walk after not having eaten nor napped in the afternoon as is my wont. This one departs from earlier novels and takes the series in a new direction. Harry Potter, having graduated and decided against wizard graduate school or a career in wizard fast food, returns home to Brooklyn to open a new storefront affiliate of Hogwarts. Thus, at Hogwarts High School, he becomes a teacher and mentor to a group of loveable losers called the Sweathogwarts. Although losers in the muggle world, the Sweathogwarts have power in the ways of disco magic and Potter begins to teach them to use their powers for good and not merely peeking into the girls’ locker room. But evil follows Harry across the ocean, and the Sweatwarthogs must confront an evil called the Woodman who’s working for He Must Not Be Named As The Confidential Source. I don’t want to give too much away of the plot, but needless to say the Sweathogwarts work together, with Harry offering guidance, and use the power of their authenticity, ethnicity, magic, and ‘fros to dispatch the Woodman. Rumor had it that someone would die in this book, and the rumor has become fact: Near the end, Malfoy comes into the apartment he has leased in Brooklyn to be evil’s base of operations. He finds a wand on the counter and as he’s looking at it, a nervous Barbarino comes out of the bathroom. Malfoy turns Barbarino into Swiss cheese. To lessen the impact, the book ends with Potter telling his wife Hermy a humorous anecdote about his great uncle’s cousin who owned a fish shop. Perhaps this foreshadowing indicates that the next book deals with evil under the sea? Let the speculation commence! |
Casting Call for the Plame Scandal
Getting a jump on the movie version of the Plame scandal, which will be as ageless and relevant as All The President’s Men for future generations, we at MfBJN proffer the following suggestion for cast:
The Operative Word (2006)
Tagline: Love. Politics. Bush=Hitler. Plot Outline: As retaliation for telling the truth about the Bush regime’s illegal war in Iraq, an evil mastermind outs an undercover CIA agent, putting her life in danger as she travels the world’s hotspots and New York’s photo ops to minimize the danger done by the real terrorists, the Republican administration.
Production Notes/Status:
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Scheduled for release in October 2006. Just in time for elections Oscar nominations!
Family Planning
Surprised by a multiple birth? MfBJN offers handy motifs for naming multiple simultaneous children:
Presidential Theme
Twins:
- Zachary, Taylor
- John, Adam
- Rutherford, Hayes
- Chester, Arthur
- James, Monroe
- James, Garfield
- John, Tyler
- James, Madison
- Jimmy, Carter
- Franklin, Pierce
Triplets:
- William, Henry, Harrison
Musical Theme
Twins:
- Paula, Abdul
- Bryan, Adam
- Rick, Astley
- Lindsey, Buckingham
- Garth, Brooke
- Mariah, Carey
- Alice, Cooper
- Bob, Dylan
- Celine, Dion
- Missy, Elliot
- Aretha, Franklin
- Radney, Foster
- Peter, Gabriel
- Lou, Graham
- Billy, Joel
Triplets:
- Billy, Ray, Cyrus
- Terence, Trent, Darby
Okay, so it ran out of funny before I ran out of names.