Tag Archives: humor
They’d *BETTER* thank me.
Welp. It’s a good thing I’m a pluviophile.
(They’re gonna thank me one day for keeping detailed files on Pluto.)
Cheer up, Tucker.
Things will look up! Maybe you’ll get a date with that Green M&M you’re so hot for.
(Hopefully not too soon.)
I think I am going to have “Oh Shit, Was That Today?” inscribed on my tombstone.
GYMKATA!!
Why did I buy white sweatpants? Was I pretending to be a gymnast?
They are also way too big — like maybe MC Hammer joined the KKK for some reason.
Toucan play at that game.
Mystery blue-green gunk on my windowsill. Like two unhealthy toucans stopped by there to gather their strength.
Yes, I do realize that “two unhealthy toucans” are my go-to suspects for all sorts of things, because my mind is weird like that. But this time it actually kinda fits.
Product placement totally works.
I’ve been jonesing for Chef Boyardee Ravioli ever since the now famous exchange between Joel and Ellie on HBO’s “The Last of Us” (2023).
Look at what I brought home from the store.
It actually is tasty stuff, though.
Graffiti in Roanoke, Virginia, April 2023
I love this town — even the graffiti is polite and upbeat. I may never leave.
It’s okay. Jesus forgives *ALL* my bad puns.
Easter — the holy day on which pun lovers everywhere tell the risen Jesus that it’s nice tomb meet him.
Update — someone on Facebook just told me to “Savior the moment!”
“The Southern Diner Short Poem,” by Eric Robert Nolan
How about some mozzarella
for this 50-year-old fella?
Gimme just enough eggs and cheese
to stop my frikkin’ arteries, please.
Share your cheer and take my money.
No, I don’t mind if you call me “Honey.”
Photo credit: Sarah Stierch (CC BY 4.0)