The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

“How would you like to LOOK and FEEL better!?!?!”
“As a hobby, I hate myself, so that would be bad.”

“Excuse me sir … excuse me …”
(Mistake of acknowledging the mall kiosk person exists.)
“Do you celebrate Christmas?”
“Nope.”

(Cute salesgirl approaches …)
“Are you looking for anything in particular?”
“Do you know which section a book by <Insert author that I think she might like> would be?”

“You know that’s a woman’s sweater …?”
“Yeah! Hahaha! … It’s for … My girlfriend … She’s built like me? … Or … Uh … Shoot.”

Quotes of the Day!

The following quotes are from Charles Bukowski’s Post Office. He’s a guy who was crazy about booze, women, gambling, and telling the tale of his passions. It was an entertaining read.

 

It was a very small town, the population, I believe, was under 2,000. The town had been picked by experts, in a national article, as the last town in the USA any enemy would attack with an atomic bomb. I could see why.

 

“We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to prove to them that you are not after their money. To prove to them that we are self-sufficient.”
“Baby, that’s grammar school. Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working. Out here we call it ‘hustling.’ I’d like to be a good hustler.”
She didn’t want it.

 

I heard a voice:
“Hey! I smell fire!”
“YOU DON’T SMELL FIRE,” I yelled, “YOU SMELL SMOKE!”

 

 

Attn: Ellen (12/7/11)

Front




Back (apologies for my handwriting!)

The text of the postcard is:

Dear Ellen,

In Germany I was talking with a guy. I told him I was there to, primarily, visit Oktoberfest. He told me, matter-of-factly/with humor, that “Oktoberfest is Mecca for Americans.”

How cool is that guy?

Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com

P.S. Sorry this isn’t very funny … in my defense Die Hard is on so I have to watch that.