The Deserter

A deserting soldier was running down a road with two MP’s in pursuit. He came to a fork in the road and saw a nun standing there.

He asked her, “Please Sister, may I hide under your skirt for a few minutes. I’ll explain why later.”

The nun agreed to his request.

Shortly thereafter, the two MPs came running along and asked her if she had seen a soldier running down the road.

She replied, “He went that way”.

After the MPs disappeared, the soldier crawled out from under her skirt and said. “I can’t thank you enough, Sister. You see, I don’t want to go to Iraq.”

The nun said she understood.

The GI said, “I hope you don’t think me rude or impertinent, but you have the most beautiful pair of legs I’ve ever seen!”

The nun replied, “Well, if you had looked a little higher, you would have seen the most beautiful pair of balls you’ve ever seen, because I don’t want to go to Iraq either!”

Vasectomy Violation

Phil wanted a new birth control method and his doctor suggested a vasectomy.

Phil agreed and the doctor said he could perform the operation in his office.

At a crucial moment during the procedure, one of Phil’s testicles fell to the floor, and the nurse, who was wearing high heels, accidentally stepped on it and crushed it. The doctor noticed a jar of pickled onions on his nurse’s desk and realized it was the right size and weight, so he placed it in Phil’s scrotum and completed the operation.

A few months later, Phil returned for a check-up. When the doctor asked how things were going. Phil replied, “Pretty good, Doc. At least my wife’s not pregnant, but there are some strange side effects. Every time we make love, my wife gets heartburn; when I pee, my eyes water; and whenever I pass a hamburger stand, I have an erection.”

The Compliment

Standing nude and looking in the bedroom mirror Debbie said to Wayne, “I look horrible. I’m fat, my boobs and my ass are getting more saggy by the day, I find a new wrinkle every morning and I think I’ll have to go up yet another dress size”.

Sitting down with her head in her hands she said, “I just feel so old and ugly. Can you please pay me a compliment?”

Wayne replied with a tone of understanding, “Well if it’s any consolation, your eyesight’s spot on!”

Sunday, April 24, 2016


Without going into a lot of boring detail, my computers (yes plural) are giving me fits again. Even Flush Twice seems to be getting a bit wonky, so if you notice any odd, undesired behavior, you can be sure that no one here knows how to fix it.

Aside from the usual headaches, I’m back to working a shit-ton of overtime at the moment… Oh wait, you’re always hearing me talk about how much overtime I get… Do I ever not get a lot of overtime? Well sure… It’s just that I don’t announce it when I’m only getting 40 hours.

So let’s do the math: I’m having computer issues plus a busy schedule, and before you know it we’re back on hiatus.

Pax,

f2x

The Nun in the Pub

A nun, badly needing to use the toilet, walked into a local pub.

The place was hopping with music and loud conversation and every once in a while the lights would turn off. Each time the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers.

However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent.

She walked up to the bartender, and asked, “May I please use the toilet?”

The bartender replied, “OK, but I should warn you that there is a statue of a naked man in there wearing only a fig leaf.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll just look the other way,” said the nun.

So, the bartender showed the nun to the back of the pub. After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place stopped just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause.

She went to the bartender and said, “Sir, I don’t understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the toilet?”

“Well, now they know you’re one of us,” said the bartender. “Would you like a drink?”

“But, I still don’t understand,” said the puzzled nun.

“You see,” laughed the bartender, “every time someone lifts the fig leaf on the statue, the lights go out.”

The Redhead’s Divorce

A comely redhead was thrilled to have obtained a divorce and dazzled by the skill and virtuosity of her lawyer, not to mention his healthy income and good looks. In fact, she realized, she had fallen head-over-heels in love with him, even though he was a married man.

“Oh, Sam,” she sobbed at the conclusion of the trial, “isn’t there some way we can be together, the way we were meant to be?”

Taking her by the shoulders, Sam proceeded to scold her, “Snatched drinks in grimy bars on the edge of town, lying on the phone, hurried meetings in sordid motels rooms – is that really what you want for us?”

“No, no,” she sobbed, heartsick.

“Oh, well,” said the lawyer. “It was just a suggestion.”

A Word with the Secretary

A well-stacked young advertising secretary wore tight knit dresses that showed off her figure, especially when she walked.

Her boss motioned her into his office one afternoon and closed the door.

Pointing to her tightly covered derriere, he asked, “Is that for sale?”

“Of course not!” she snapped angrily while blushing furiously.

Unchanged, he replied quietly, “Then, I suggest you quit advertising it.”

Cooking for Cowboys

A group of cowboys were herding and branding cattle out on the range. While they were away the new cook saw a sheep tied to a post. Thinking it was for the night’s meal, he slaughtered the animal and cooked it.

After dinner, all the cowboys were sulking and ignoring the cook. He pulled one aside and asked, “Did I screw up the cooking?”

“No,” the cowboy replied. “You cooked up the screwing.”

Ordering a Manhattan with Aplomb

A girl walks into a bar and asks for a Manhattan with a plum in it.

The bartender says, “You mean a cherry.”

She says, “No, I mean a plum.”

The bartender says, “Look lady, I’ve been tending bar for 20 years and you’re the first person that’s ever asked for a Manhattan with a plum. Where did you ever get that idea?”

She said, “Well, about 3 years ago I lost my cherry, and I’ve been plumb crazy ever since!”

Sunday, April 17, 2016


The Save-A-Lot Experience

I gotta tell ya, I’m a cheap bastard. So you better believe I was one happy little fucker when I found out that a Save-A-Lot was going in at the end of my street. I’ve seen their ads in my junk mail and the newspapers at work for years. It was usually the jaw dropping meat prices that got my attention. They also seemed to have pretty good deals on produce as well.

So after months of waiting for them to renovate a vacant building, they finally opened their new store. When I made the time to take a look, I was dismayed that the rest of the old shopping plaza was still a run down dump, but the new store front looked very fresh and modern from the outside.

When I got inside, things seemed pretty normal at first. They had the endcap items and then you’d see that same items a little further down the aisle, then you’d see it again a few aisles over, and pretty soon you start to wonder if the person who did the store layout also does video game design.

Of course there weren’t any of those earth shattering sales going on this week, but I did pick up a can of Vienna sausages for 45¢. I found out later that they leave out the middle sausage so they can pass the savings on to you! They also had a loaf of bread for 89¢. I didn’t notice it at the time but the slices were childishly small and could make Donald Trump’s hands look huge. Of course the off-brand names were kind of entertaining as well. It was pure genius to name a carbonated beverage “Dr. Pop”.

But the one telltale sign that let me know exactly the kind of place I was in, was the smell of the clientele. Stale cigarettes and beer filled the air as the country music played quietly over the store’s PA. These weren’t Costco shoppers; these were purgatorians.

But still, it’s another grocery option on my way home from work, and their prices are generally decent. Just remember to bring your own shopping bags.

Pax,

-f2x