Showing posts with label joke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joke. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

5 Places (besides the obvious, work, etc.) Where You Should NEVER LOL at a Blog

Note: And by LOL, I don't mean that "pretend" stuff we sometimes do in blog comments, just to have something nice to say. I mean real, laughing out loud - from one's gut, which may or may not include simultaneous, embarrassing bodily function(s), i.e. soiling one's pants. 

So by show of hands, how many of you have ever laughed out loud at someone's blog (or website) in an inappropriate place? (My hand is up, BTW; I laugh out loud inappropriately in lots of places.) I'm picturing a few hands waving in the air - some higher than others, no doubt. Well anyway, I thought it might be helpful - since I, for one, have never seen an article like this on any of the many blogging etiquette sites I've visited - to list a few of the places (other than the obvious: work, church services, the library) where, as a blog reader, one should never, ever laugh out loud.

I hope you find this helpful.

1. As a (live, in-person) spectator of the final round (or even worse, sudden-death playoff) at the Masters (golf) Tournament
(Now, I know some of you might be thinking that I have overestimated the number of golf fans who bother to read this blog; well, to those of you I say this: Do not tell me that if Ree Drummond - of the [rhymes with] Whyoneer Plummon blog - [hypothetically] gifted you an all-expenses-paid trip for you and a friend to The Masters [because it happened to coincide with one of her book-signings], that you [even if you hate golf] wouldn't be all over that trip like pollen on a car hood! :-) So, what I'm saying is that since more than a few of you - as I do - probably enter Ree's giveaways, and probably don't have intimate experience with spectating etiquette at The Masters, that I'm hopefully saving you a LOAD of potential embarrassment! I mean, is that really how you want to get late-night TV exposure? Getting arrested at an internationally televised sporting event?!)
Blowing bubbles under the water makes bath time fun!

 2. During a boring political science (for example) lecture, in which your professor - with a demented fondness for the Socratic method of teaching...in a giant lecture hall...where shy students suffer from bouts of nausea in anticipation of being called out in front of total strangers - might hear you LOL-ing, and make you read the entire doo doo-laced blog post out loud to the class! Who's laughing then?
(Talk about soiling a perfectly clean pair of pants.)
3. Observing (within earshot of the surgical team) a delicate Operation, in which the surgeon is trying to remove her patient's "wish bone" from the left side of his chest (a most awkward maneuver) using nothing but a pair of electrified tweezers, which, at the slightest slip of her hand, will set off the most annoying buzzer you have ever heard in your life! (Note: This scenario applies to many Operations, including, but not limited to, funny bone replacement and writer's cramp removal.)

4. As a VIP guest or government official (on or near the platform...and a "hot" mic) during a U.S. President's inaugural address (particularly when one has one's sights set on 2016, 20, etc.). (One would think this particular tip, above all, should go without saying. One would think.)
(What? You think politicians don't read [and consequently glean valuable tips - like this one - from] nonsensical dog blogs?)
All business here, folks. My bubble maker's set to torpedo mode.

5. Seated (on the toilet) in a stall in a (multi-stalled) public restroom (and I can't adequately express this next part enough), ESPECIALLY...ESPECIALLY when a person (who has unusually shy bowels, and who would rather suffer from constipation in private than be [audibly and/or olfactorily] detected making poo poo in a public toilet) is seated in the stall next to you!

Or even worse! If that person has innocently entered the stall to take care of #1 on her agenda ONLY, however, to her horror, erroneously emits a blast of hot methane - its sound closely mimicking a rectal trumpet, announcing her impending urination. [Insert me saying, "OMG, I feel SO bad for that woman!"]

Which then, naturally, the horrified person - in a panic-stricken haste - would inevitably wind up running out of the restroom into the busy Target store (for example) with her dress tucked into the back of her (totally hip) textured tights!
(Do you want to be the reason why a sensitive Target shopper has to begin seeing a therapist?!  I didn't think so!)
And there you go, friends. Just me trying to give something back to my awesome readers. ;-)

Oh, and remember, my blog is Pin(terest)-friendly, so feel free to tack this post up on your "blogging tips" board - just in case.

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This post has been brought to you by Maddox, who rarely cracks a smile, much less laughs out loud in public.

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And one more thing...for my exceptionally kind friend-who-also-has-a-dog-blog, Kim T.: This is what happens when you admit (in comments) to LOL-ing at my blog in inappropriate places. I hope it was worth it! ((hugs!))

Monday, December 3, 2012

Your Dog Might Be a Profuse Shedder if...

...your cats need to be taped off with a lint roller, lest they yak up dog hair hairballs.*

NOT a dog hair hairball, but it COULD be.
It's actually just a dry pile of Dewi's undercoat...
He sheds this much twice daily.
OK, not really. Thrice daily.
And that's NOT including his top coat.**

Speaking of hairy balls, yesterday, Jon Farleigh and Dewi were playing outside with a tennis ball (that was hairy, because they drooled on it and then shed all over it, which caused the hair to stick [get your minds out of the gutter]) and this*** went down...

Hi. I'm just making sure Dewi a hawk doesn't fly off with my ball.


Hey, Dewi, wanna play now?


Uh huh, I would love to play, brother...ever so badly!


OK...on three...


[thinking] Must get ready...


"...one, two...SIKE!!!!"


[insert maniacal laughter]


MOOOOOOOOOMMMM!


I heart my ball. And my mom person. 

Kids. ;-)


* I'm joking about taping off the cats. I rarely even tape off myself. Besides, they pass hair through their other ends, the "outcome" of which I don't inspect for dog DNA.  Ew.
** When he's blowing coat, which is most of the time. Oh, and JF sheds just as much. 
*** It really happened! I might have embellished slightly, however.

Have a smiley day!


P.S. Please do not spell "psych" incorrectly, like I did...up there, somewhere. ;-)

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

((ring)) 'Hello?' 'Is your toilet purring?'

"Er...uh...I guess?"

"Then you better hurry up and CYA (cover your @ss)!"

Seriously?

(Note: The Chronicles of Cardigan does not endorse making prank calls. It's just wrong. ;)

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True Story...

While an unsuspecting human was "resting" on the toilet, thinking deep thoughts (like about all the Reese's cups she/he can't wait to lift from her/his kids' Halloween candy, for example), she/he suddenly becomes aware of a loud purring in the seemingly barren bathroom.

Barren Bathroom (human on toilet removed)

"WHAT THE FUDGE?!" wondered the human.

Then, after straining to bend over far enough (without becoming dethroned) to check the crack under the door (and briefly pondering lifting one butt cheek for a quick backward glance), it was determined that the purring was coming from the toilet paper storage receptacle on the floor.


"HUH???"




And thus, Bertie's secret zen place was no longer a secret.

~ The End ~


Editor's Note: I thought about doing a more solemn post today, considering the impacts being felt by Hurricane/Superstorm Sandy, but then I thought a cheap laugh (at my expense) might be more appreciated. ;-) Obviously (and thankfully), my family was spared the brunt of the storm, but for those who were not, my thoughts and prayers are with you.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Panhandling Bug Photo with Horrible Caption

It was yet to be seen whether, in the survival of the fittest, nature would select or reject Marty Mantis.

Photo credit: Moi! (aka yours truly)

If you ask me, praying mantises' gifts are largely underutilized. ;)

Also, I took this photo years ago, but for some reason today, the insect spoke to me. hehe

OK, I'll just be bugging off now!

Monday, March 12, 2012

Hello, Monday, Constipation Is Funny!

I could've posted about a number of things today, but alas, it would've all been wrong. 

You see, this morning as I was scanning through the 300-something unread titles in my blog reader, I saw this (from Jen at Cake Wrecks): 




Then, after I snickered, glanced at the "wreck" (which I can't post here, because it would be stealing, but it was two Angry, constipated-looking Birds made of icing) and marveled at what might be my favorite blog title in recent memory, I decided that if constipation is a good enough Monday topic for Cake Wrecks, it sure as heck is good enough for me. 


And it just so happens that I have the perfect image...of Jon Farleigh.


So Jen, I see your hilarious constipated Cake Wreck and raise you a dog (and why not make it a true wreck and add some words?):



What do you think? Greeting card material or dog wreck?

Disclaimer: Jon Farleigh is not really constipated in this photo. 


I am not sure about this bird, though.
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Happy Monday!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Bad Valentine's Day Poetry and Dogs Sporting Tasteless Captions

How else did you think I was going to get your attention today? 

Ahem.

Love Bites

Orchids grow in stones.
Roses grow in dirt.
I like my cat,
but her love bites hurt.

Dear Lulabelle,
Love means never having to say you're sorry FOR GIVING YOUR PERSON TETANUS.
Love,
Me
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Flirtatious dogs and men have much in common.


Refer to the above caption.

THIS POST IS FOR ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T SMILED ENOUGH TODAY! :)

One more...


Happy Valentine's Day from the whole crew!

We are CRAZY 4U!

XOXO

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Things You Don't Want to See on the Menu at the Dog Show Concession Stand

Creative credit for this post duly belongs to Dina at Life with the Horde, because she thought it first.
(And I mentally slapped myself for my slow wit.)


How about some ketchup with your sack?

I'll take my steak on a plate, thank you. ;-)


P.S. In fairness to the venue, the shrimp I ordered was yummy.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Richmond Adoptables Comedy Improv Theatre - The Pilot

Our Motto: Comedy improv is lame; please, can we go home with you?

(Click the actors' names for bios, and please, be courteous and remain seated until the end credits are finished.)

And now...

Please welcome your host, veteran puppy star, the one and only...


Is this the right camera, Hank? Is the sound on?
Is that a squirrel over there? Hank!!! Hey, come back!! Hank?


DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTY, WE BRING YOU THE SHOW...ALREADY IN PROGRESS...


[Voice of Robin, off camera, loudly]

"Holy ears, BATMAN, is that cat over there in distress?!"

It sure looks that way, Robin! There's no time to lose!
To the Bat Cave!
[cue cheesy trumpet music]

Batman: "Yes, it looks like it might be a lodged CHICKEN BONE! Good thing I'm certified in CPR!"

Ack ack. Help. Chicken Bone (me) is lodged in this here cage. Ack.

Batman: "I sense the urgency in your voice, young tabby, but I fear I am not the superhero to handle this job after all! But have no fear; I know just the one! This is a job for...


For the last time, I TOLD you I am not YO MOMMA! And furthermore, I do not
play the cello!



That's my name. Don't wear it out.

The End

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Starring, in order of appearance:


of the Richmond Animal Care and Control Improv Troupe

The cast and crew thank you for your patronage, and ask that in lieu of candy or flowers, 

PLEASE BUST US OUT!

Editor's note: This was fun; therefore, I'm making it a regular program. Frequency TBD.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Random, Immature (Dog) Joke with Raspberries

Me: Jon Farleigh, how many dogs does it take to screw in a light bulb? [hee hee]

pffffffffffffttttttttttttt!
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While I'm being immature...Want to know a sure fire way to make someone laugh (including yourself - unless you have no sense of humor to speak of)? Try to talk with your tongue sticking out. Like go back and read this post OUT LOUD with your tongue out. I'm telling you, it works like a charm on my grouchy-butt kids. (Makes my face a little sore, though.)

I will try to do better on the blog tomorrow. ;-)

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