14 posts tagged “funny”
I'm "telecommuting" today which means I am working from home in between getting distracted by every "ding" and "ping" notification from my computer... Sheesh... Four hours on the job is going to turn into eight.
I subscribe to the Cracked.com blog because they occasionally have things that I think are funny. One of today's entries is worth re-posting here because it actually made me lol... for real. You can read the whole entry here.
So, the premise is they asked their flock of fans to use Photoshop to show some things we might not have noticed the first time we looked at some of the world's most famous pictures. Heh heh. I'm posting my favorites below, but there are 21 in total. Enjoy!
My brother and his family (his wife is Vox-er Jean) came east for vacation in July. I got to go see them for an afternoon in a park.
My nephew, Frank, showing one of his many talents. He also plays piano, trumpet, and is taking up trombone.
Nephew #2, Logan. We look like twins in our matching JMU windbreakers. It was raining like crazy which is why we also look like drowned rats.
The twins, Langdon & Trevor. This is one of the very few moments they were both stationary and together long enough to get a picture.
My brother & Jean...
The highlight of the day was the recycled tire playground. It was awesome! So many fun things...
A giant fish piano...
But the best part was a zip line. Everyone rode it, even the babies. It was a hoot.
My niece, Marin.
Even though it looks like my brother is doing a lot of helping, it was just the timing of the photo. The twins both rode it all by themselves a bunch of times.
And last, my personal favorite. We managed to convince my mom to try the zip line. Hee hee. Sorry, mom. You know I love you!
Happy July, folks!
I am alternating between being tired and cranky and neither makes for uplifting and entertaining bloggage. So I have been practicing avoidance therapy. It works!
What have I been doing lately?
Fixing toilets... check... so proud of myself!
Finding a new home for my fish tank. Here it is at my place and in process of being dismantled...
And in its new home... GORGEOUS!
Since I was silly enough to let it slip that I did synchronized swimming in college, my colleagues honored me with a routine of their own... This was truly one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time. The best part is how serious they all are.
From ICHC, of course.... I actually laughed out loud and scared my cat...
Enlarge this if you can't read what's on the back of the truck...
I'll wait...
Ok, so...WTF?
First of all, what is "technical" animal fat? And please tell me there are not people out there waiting for the tanker truck full of non-technical animal fat to pull up outside their house and unload. Ummm... Ewwww.....
This truck traveled up Interstate 81 for about four hours last week when I was going to UConn. Well, I assume it was the same truck. But I suppose there may be bunches of technical trucks buzzing around. Could be. I suppose.
One of the MANY reasons I love my job is that my colleagues are always playing funny pranks on each other. I blogged about this one in December but for some reason I didn't write about the 24 HOUR prank we played on my boss to commemorate his 50th birthday. 24 hours... sigh... We really outdid ourselves with that one.
Well I came back to work after being out all last week to find my office wrapped from top to bottom in yarn! I got yarned! It was friggin hilarious. The best thing is that I had no suspicions whatsoever. Never even crossed my mind to worry. And it should have because we pretty much do something to the office of anyone who is gone for a whole week. It's guaranteed.
So I got a few pictures. The only criticism I had for my lovely colleagues is they should have used brighter colored yarn because navy blue just does not show up well enough in photos. Bless their hearts. Apparently this is one long contiguous piece of yarn. Pretty impressive. It went up into the ceiling, through my mini fridge, into the book shelf, into the desk, and criss-crossed every square inch of air space. I had to crawl to my desk. I left it up for half the day but my knees started hurting from all the crawling so I caved and cut it all down.
Survival of the fittest M&Ms
(from someone who definitely has too much time on their hands)
Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my
duty to continue the strength and robustness of the
candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I
apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of
them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and
I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets
to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms
are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized
that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition
that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or
flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very
rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues
to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd.
Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope
and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use
this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag
of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a
grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.
There can be only one.
Editor's Note: I think this guy will win.
