Recently I prepared a boxed pasta salad. It was a bag of spiral pasta that you had to add your own Italian dressing to it, and that's not a problem... The problem was that not only did it have the dry spiral pasta, but also dehydrated black olives. Those ugly things tasted like wood or cardboard or... Oh, trust me... it was just nasty.

Did you hear? Al-Qaeda have hidden bombs in tins of Alphabet Spaghetti.

If they go off, they could spell disaster!

They both wriggle when you eat them.

You walk pasta grocery, you walk pasta restaurants and fast food chains, and you keep on walking pasta your refrigerator!

“Don’t worry my dear,” he said. “I’m very wealthy and I’ll see to the child’s needs and yours so long as you can be discreet and not reveal to my wife of our affair.” The businessman gave her a mailing address and went back to the States.

Sure enough, nine months later he was sitting in his den at home when his wife came in with the mail. She remarked, “That’s strange. You got a postcard today from Italy. It says you need to send payment for three spaghetti dinners, two with meatballs, one without.

Because the spaghetti keeps falling through the grill!

Sometimes I can be cruel. I mean really, really cruel. Once I said to a woman, "Look at me, now look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man. Sadly, you don't even have a man."

A blind man walks into a restaurant and sits down. The waiter, who is also the owner, walks up to the blind man and hands him a menu.

Look, I realize that it's been a while since I posted any new updates. Things have been a little wacky for me lately. I'm currently recovering from yet another surgery, so I thought I go ahead and post a new update.

A tongue-tied man goes into a nut shop, and the first thing he notices is that the guy behind the counter has the largest nose he’s ever seen in his life.  The tongue-tied guy quickly turns his attention to the merchandise, and asks:  “Ess-tues me ser?”

Right now I'm working on creating the "Krappy Burger" set where Dewey works. The old one was hideously ugly and just can't bring myself to drop the characters onto those old low-rez sets. Come to think of it, that's the main reason why I'm so slow at making these. I want the sets to be re-usable, and to bit map them in high-resolution is fairly difficult for me.

I really didn’t have anything ready for today, but at the last minute I decided to throw in a couple of jokes and put up a comic.

Reasons Masturbation Is Better Than Real Sex

1. Your hand always lets you finish first.

2. It’s free.

3. Same reason my Chevy is better than a Ferrari: It’s all I can get.

4. You call the position.

5. “Premature ejaculation” ? hehehe

6. No weird looks when you pull out the peanut butter.

7. Your privates are your best friend.

8. Your girlfriend is just a piece of skin that you have sex with.

9. Gives a single man good reason to wash his socks.

10. Easier to join their “Mile High Club.”

11. You get to scream out your own name.

12. Peeing is considered foreplay.

13. Nobody ever says, “Why is it all green and wrinkly?”

14. You’ll never have two women, but you’ll always have two HANDS!

15. Four words: “Brad Pitt hand puppet.”

16. You can do it and play Interactive Top Ten at the same time.

17. Don’t have to clean up fur afterward.

The Ranch Hand

A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching. One day she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.

Two cowboys applied for the job. One was suspected to be gay and the other a notorious drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk.

He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well. Then one day, the rancher’s widow said to the hired hand, “You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels.”

The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. One o’clock came, however, and he didn’t return. Two o’clock and no hired hand. Finally he returned a round two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher’s widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him. She quietly called him over to her.

“Unbutton my blouse and take it off,” she said.

Trembling, he did as she directed.

“Now take off my boots.”

He did as she asked, ever so slowly.

“Now take off my socks.”

He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.

“Now take off my skirt.”

He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.

“Now take off my bra.”

Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.

Then she looked at him and said, “If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you’re fired.”

Have you seen the prices at the grocery lately? It's actually making me somewhat nervous. So far I haven't noticed any food shortages on the shelves, but my food costs have been rising at an alarming rate. Then again, I probably could stand to lose a few more pounds...

The Old Flame

I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend who this morning called ‘out-of-the-blue’ to see if I was still around.

We lost track of time, chatting about the wild, romantic times we used to enjoy together.

I couldn’t believe it when she asked if I’d be interested in meeting up and rekindling a little of that “old magic”.

“Wow!” I was flabbergasted..

“I don’t know if I could keep pace with you now”, I said, “I’m a bit older and a bit greyer and balder than when you last saw me. Plus I don’t really have the energy I used to have.”

She just giggled and said she was sure I would “rise to the challenge”.

“Yeah.” I said. “Just so long as you don’t mind a waistline that’s a few inches wider these days! Not to mention my total lack of muscle tone…everything is sagging, my teeth are a bit yellowed and I am developing jowls like a Great Dane!”

She laughed and told me to stop being so silly.

She teased me saying that tubby, gray haired, older men were cute, and she was sure I would still be a great lover.

Anyway, she giggled and said, “I’ve put on a few pounds myself!”

So I told her to fuck off.

…And Young Love

A State Trooper was patrolling late at night off the main highway.

He sees a couple in a car, with the interior light brightly glowing. He carefully approaches the car to get a closer look. Then he sees a young man behind the wheel, reading a computer magazine. He also immediately notices a young woman in the rear seat, filing her fingernails. Puzzled by this surprising situation, the trooper walks to the car and gently raps on the driver’s window.

The young man lowers his window, “Yes, Officer?”

The trooper asks, “What are you doing?”

The young man says, “I’m reading a magazine, sir.”

Pointing toward the young woman in the back seat the trooper says, “What is she doing?”

The young man shrugs, “I think she’s just filing her fingernails, officer.”

Now, the trooper is totally confused. A young couple alone in a car on a lover’s lane at night and nothing indecent is happening? “How old are you, young man?” Inquired the officer.

“I’m 22, sir,” he replied.

“And what’s her age?” the officer demanded.

The young man looks at his watch and replied, “She’ll be 18 in 11 minutes.”