7
Sep

SpaghettiOs

   Posted by: Kimmy   in Doggie-fantastico, Film, Fun, NaBloPoMo

I love SpaghettiOs, but I am really feeling the need to take a break from the canned humor for at least a day or two. It’s proven tough to find good quality jokes out there, and I feel like I haven’t really blogged in days, even though I’ve technically blogged.

Know what I mean?

I’ve been hoping every day for some spontaneous onset of humor to occur, but alas nothing much has transpired. This, my friends, is the best I have to offer:

Last night Kevin and I were chillin’ on the living room floor trying to decide what to watch movie-wise. Deacon was right by our sides seeking attention where he could get it. Kevin began to read off an alphabetical list of movie titles from the On Demand section on our TV.

A Good Year

Bad Boys

Baghdad High

Balls of Fury

Black List: Vol. 1

Borat

He’s Licking My Arm

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

China’s Stolen Ch.

Dead Silence

Everyone’s Hero

Which one of those doesn’t belong, hmmm?

Obviously, (and I do hope further clarification is unnecessary) Deacon was licking Kevin’s arm during this particular speech. It did strike me funny, because I was listening intently to the list, trying to see if anything sounded good.

For the curious among you…we did end up watching Balls of Fury. It was pretty funny, I’d say.

6
Sep

Signs Of Amusement

   Posted by: Kimmy   in NaBloPoMo

6
Sep

For Mike & Bethy

   Posted by: Kimmy   in General

5
Sep

Marchpast

   Posted by: Kimmy   in Food & Dining, Friendship, Fun, NaBloPoMo

Happy Friday to you all! I trust you have all had a fabulous week.

Did you know that marchpast is another term for parade? Yeah, Wikipedia says so, therefore it must be true.

Last night kicked off the Street Fair with the annual parade. We had an awesome float with our beyond-awesome praise team. It was awesome! After the parade, we joined the Fair crowd and walked around saying hey to people all night and eating some really good food. I almost always get pizza at the Street Fair, even though there are millions of other choices, but not this year! Last night I had a meatball sub and I gotta tell you, I was surprised at how good it actually was. I am very critical of meatballs, and these actually tasted homemade and just really good. I was pleasantly surprised. I also indulged in a chocolate milkshake that was pretty tasty itself.

We hung out with The Dodd and Bethany for quite a while and had fun, fun times. I attempted to browse the book sale, but it was crowded, hot and getting dark. I’ll probably attempt it again tonight.

I am relieved beyond words that Sam did not take the plunge from the rooftop;-) I am also equally glad that my dad did not break his neck or Vanda’s for that matter when apparently he jumped up onto the moving float during the parade. I didn’t see it, but I heard;-)

Well, I’m off to do some not-so-exciting laundry, so I shall leave you with two jokes for the day.

See you at The Fair!

CHIN CHIN THE PANDA

Chin-Chin the panda was on trial for entering a New York City
restaurant, eating dinner, pulling out a machine gun, and shooting
out the windows and doors.

The judge looked at Chin-Chin’s lawyer and proclaimed, “Thirty
eyewitnesses saw your client pay for dinner, shoot up the place,
and leave. Security cameras caught the entire incident on video.
I have no choice but to sentence your client …”

“Wait a second, your honor,” said the lawyer, “My client may be
guilty, but there are extenuating circumstances. He couldn’t help
his behavior that night, and if you look up the word ‘panda’ in the
dictionary, you’ll have no choice but to agree.”

The judge was puzzled, but he had his secretary bring his dictionary
into court. There, under the letter P, he found; “PANDA: Black and
white bear from China that eats shoots and leaves.”

THE DRUNK

A man walks into the front door of a bar. He is obviously drunk and staggers up to the bar, seats himself on a stool and, with a belch, asks the bartender for a drink. The bartender politely informs the man that it appears he has already had plenty to drink and that he could not be served additional liquor. The bartender offers to call a cab for him.

The drunk is briefly surprised, then softly scoffs, grumbles, climbs down from the bar stool, and staggers out the front door. A few minutes later, the same drunk stumbles in the side door of the bar. He wobbles up to the bar and hollers for a drink. The bartender comes over and - still politely if not more firmly - refuses service to the man and again offers to call a cab. The drunk looks at the bartender for a moment angrily, curses, and shows himself out the side door, all the while grumbling and shaking his head.

A few minutes later, the same drunk bursts in through the back door of the bar. He plops himself up on a bar stool, gathers his wits and belligerently orders a drink. The bartender comes over and emphatically reminds the man that he is drunk and will be served no drinks. He then tells him that he can either call a cab or the police immediately.

The surprised drunk looks at the bartender and in hopeless anguish cries, “Man! How many bars do you work at?”