Friday, 23 June 2017
Thursday, 22 June 2017
What about those hammerhead sharks. Was evolution on mat leave when they were created?
I know that eyes really close together denotes lack of intelligence, and looks weird, but this is outlandish. By the time the hammerhead's brain realizes its eyes saw dinner, that dinner is a frozen fish stick in your freezer.
That's probably why a hammerhead has never need observed reading. When it reads, it stores the words in its eyes, swims around, and then when the words reach the brain a few months later, it says, "Wow, that was a great book. Maybe it deserves a second read."
I'm trying to imagine what a hammerhead does when his eyesight goes. What kind of frames would it choose? Ugly frames. I'm guessing bifocals are the way to go.
At some point, the hammerhead scolded evolution, "Listen, if you can't make us look like a regular shark, maybe it's time we die out. Please, kill us off before you make our head longer."
Imagine being a shark born to look like Marty Feldman. Not pleasant.
I don't know why any man would keep his sperm in a bank, with the lousy interest rates these days.
Even with a mutual fund, profits could sag, although both are better than keeping it in a safe or under the mattress.
(OMG. He's talking about sperm. He must really need clicks.)
You've worked hard for your sperm to grow your nest egg. So make your sperm work hard for you.
(This is flat out porn. Is it too late to get my money back on this site?)
Keep in mind that the biggest danger to growing your sperm, so you can enjoy a comfortable life, is deflation. Deflation is a party killer. Left unattended, you can't withdraw any sperm from your stock.
Please don't try this at home, by yourself. Not without the proper fistcal knowledge, like I have.
Wednesday, 21 June 2017
Tuesday, 20 June 2017
Monday, 19 June 2017
I tell people I have Progeria.
I know, it's not a term often served with martinis and salmon pinwheels on the cocktail circuit.
You have what? Did you just sneeze? Do I have it now? Please tell me I don't have it, too.
What I have is the reverse aging disease — young people who show early signs of aging.
That's what I tell them, anyway. It's the perfect explanation for looking old, but still being young. Like me.
"How old are you these days, Paul?"
"I am 35 actual, in real time passed, years old."
That's how I say it. I quote the actual time that has passed, because how old I look confuses them.
So far everyone seems to buy it.
Saturday, 17 June 2017
Friday, 16 June 2017
Thursday, 15 June 2017
There was a time in my life when people would scratch my back and I wouldn't scratch theirs back. I'm not sure why. "You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours" meant nothing to me. I knew it was wrong, but I refused. Bless those people who continued to scratch my back even when they knew I wouldn't reciprocate. Even when my back wasn't particularly itchy, they scratched. They stuck with me. Nowadays I'll scratch your back before you scratch mine. Humbling. I guess we all make mistakes in our youth.
Wednesday, 14 June 2017
Months ago I made the tragic mistake of comparing apples to oranges. Things have turned into a fruit fight in my house.
Truth be told, my wife warned me. "You should compare apples to apples."
I was eating a red delicious, and said, quite innocently, "Mmmmmm, delicious apple. Sometimes oranges are so messy to eat."
That's all I said. More of an observation than a criticism, really. "Delicious" is the name of the apple, for goodness sake.
Clearly, I bought very sensitive oranges. They went ballistic. A mandarin shot two pits, aiming for my eyes, I quickly turned my head and they sunk into my ear canal. I hear the Tropicana jingle all day.
The apples defended me. That's when the apples and oranges went at it. Frazier and Ali.
"I just want to go the distance", huffed the apple. He looked like apple sauce. The orange was beaten to a pulp.
You know me. I love painting still life fruit. I can't get the apples to stay in the same kitchen with the oranges, let alone hold still in a fruit bowl.
Speaking of fruit bowls, I served one at a summer party. Not pretty. The apples attacked right in the bowl, without warning. Fruit juice bleeding everywhere. The oranges used the bananas as fruit shields. The pomegranate crawled out, refugees in the slaw.
Jesus! Do NOT compare apples and oranges.
Tuesday, 13 June 2017
Are dogs aware of their breed?
Can a doberman think, "Shit, where are all the pinscher's in this country? We're letting in too many French Poodles. Snobs. Can't even put ketchup on my food around them."
I wonder if a pug sees a bulldog and thinks, "Sure, he looks like me, but make no mistake, bulldogs are lazy slobs that don't work and abuse their puppies."
"I'm voting for a pug next year."
Is there really any difference between a pug and a bulldog? Aren't they just different sizes of the same squashed face?
They are different BREEDS.
This would make dogs racist – or breedist.
Abraham Lincoln famously said, "Achievement has no breed."
Okay, he said "colour" instead of "breed", and he was talking about people.
But still, it gives breedist dogs something to think about.
Monday, 12 June 2017
Sunday, 11 June 2017
One of my favourite conversation devices is, "That's neither here nor there".
I use it all the time when I'm fighting with someone, and I start losing the argument. It totally confuses people. It sets them off on a wild goose chase, trying to find where THAT is.
"Oh ya? Well, that's neither here nor there."
(Shit, I'm losing this argument)
People don't even bother trying to define what THAT is? They just start looking for it.
"Come on, man. Where'd you put it?"
"Hey, don't look at me. I just noticed that it's missing."
You say it's neither here nor there? But things can only be here or there, so where is it? When did you lose it? What does it look like?
In the meantime, I'm Googling research so I can win the fight, while they're fumbling around looking for that. And this. They're probably looking for this and that. Over here and over there.
HINT: I have no idea where the hell THAT is.
Saturday, 10 June 2017
I wish I had frequent flier points, like everyone else. I can't afford to go anywhere, so what's the frequent flier point of it?
I'm a huge collector of frequent walker points. Every time I walk somewhere, I build up points to… walk even further. For free!
What a fantastic program. I can walk anywhere I want – for FREE.
Do I feel like walking to Australia? No problem. I just start walking. For FREE.
"Hi, I'd like to cash in some walker points to go to Australia."
"No problem, have fun."
It's that easy.
And get this – I can leave anytime I want. No blackout dates. No being down graded to crawling or using crutches. No last-minute cancelling of the walk and being forcibly removed from the sidewalk with a broken jaw, sprained ankles and a public dressing down.
I almost feel guilty that I'm scamming them.
Gotta go. Have my bags packed for Espiritu Santo. My legs leave early in the morning.
Friday, 9 June 2017
I just finished reading all about the Trojan War.
How fascinating. I didn't know they had condoms back then. And to fight over them? It's pretty silly to battle over something you can find in any sleazy public washroom.
And what about the dude that had to wear a trojan the size of a horse. Whoa. Drop yer socks and grab yer cocks – I am so gel-ous.
Helen, his girlfriend, must have been hoppin' on the saddle more than a few times a day.
I feel embarrassed not knowing this history sooner.
Thursday, 8 June 2017
One of the leading theories scientists use to explain the universe is called "String Theory".
Physicists figure that everything at its core is made up of teensey-weensy vibrating strings. They are so small that Donald Trump's humble nature appears gargantuan beside them.
The most recent findings suggest that these strings come from a ginormous can of Silly String. The giant can is located somewhere "out there" and the strings are sprayed around from time to time by "we don't know who, yet."
"It could be God, it could be a bunch of nine-year-olds on summer break", to quote the sort-of famous physicist Brain Greene.
Silly string could also spill out from a series of alternate joke-shop universes.
This finding goes a long way towards explaining why the world is so silly, and why human beings make such silly decisions.
Scientists are also studying the possibility that the earth is really a rolled up ball of that skinny glue strip used to seal some packaging. I love playing with that stuff.