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The blathering idiot launders his own heart

The blathering idiot sat in the coin-operated launder mat watching his clothes dry. It had been a tough time since Valentine’s Day. He had forgotten to get his girl friend anything: no card, no flowers, no gift no matter how inexpensive, and though she was willing to forgive him, she said they needed to talk, and they would do so on the day he brought his laundry over.

The blathering idiot knew what talk meant. It meant that he, the blathering idiot, would need to make amends. He came prepared to offer everything: two-dozen flowers, three cards, an expensive dinner, an entire weekend watching “chick flicks.” Only thing she had to do was tell him what she wanted.

What she wanted from him was something he hadn’t anticipated. She simply said he wasn’t being romantic enough in the relationship and what did he intend to do about it?

The blathering idiot thought about it.

His girl friend waited.

Blathering Idiot at the launder mat

“If I wore my heart on my sleeve, would you launder it?”

The blathering idiot thought some more. He was prepared to give her what she asked for, what she said she deserved, even what she demanded. She only had to say it. He wasn’t, however, prepared to give her an answer.

He stared at his pile of dirty laundry, hoping for inspiration.

Finally, he remembered that she’d often told him that while she wore her heart on her sleeve, he seemed to keep his tucked away somewhere, so he said something he thought was witty, something he thought would break the tension, something that might make her laugh and then they would forget about the question.

He said, “If I wore my heart on my sleeve, would you launder it?”

For the foreseeable future, the blathering idiot was laundering his own heart at a coin-operated place of his choosing.

He found no inspiration as he watched his shirts tumble dry.

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The Blathering Idiot and the Box of Everlasting Life

The blathering idiot saw the ad on the Internet, click on it, and was transported to a web site where the promoted product promised to…

Build a new, high-efficiency body:
Say NO to Memory loss
Say NO to Arthritis
Say NO to Pain
Say NO to short lives of 75 years max
Say NO to Ugliness.

Activate your dormant codes for advanced human ability and appearance.
Override the death code based on the carbon grid.
Make dominant your crystalline grid.
Make your DNA perfect again.

“I will show you how to self-heal,” Dr. Ben T. Err said. “My secret product formula, Dunthat, helps you create a new advanced physical form!”

Err then went on to talk about his advanced studies as an, Iridologist, Nutritionist, and Herbologist.

Best If Used By label on bottle

Best If Used By...


“Order today and learn how to upgrade your cellular character by releasing density, carbon congestion, primitive DNA, and by moving to crystalline dominance the natural way.”

The blathering idiot placed an order, which eventually arrived. When he opened the box, it contained a DVD, an instruction booklet, and a series of containers containing a series of products, all very herbal looking. And on the bottom of each container there was a sticker that read: “Best if used by” and a date. They all had the same date and that date had already passed.

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Puns for the educated mind

1.
The fattest knight at King Arthur’s Round Table was Sir Cumference.
He acquired his size from too much pi.
2.
I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island,
but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian .
3.
She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.
4.
A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class,
because it was a weapon of math disruption.
5.
No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.
6.
A dog gave birth to puppies near the road . . . and was cited for littering.
7.
A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.
8.
Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.
9.
A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.
10.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
11.
Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
12.
Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway
One hat said to the other: ‘You stay here; I’ll go on a head.’
13.
I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.
14.
A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: ‘Keep off the Grass.’
15.
The midget fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
16.
The soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.
17.
A backward poet writes inverse.
18.
In a democracy it’s your vote that counts;
In feudalism it’s your count that votes.
19.
When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.
20.
If you jumped off the bridge in Paris , you’d be in Seine .
21.
A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons.
The stewardess looks at him and says, ‘I’m sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.’
22.
Two fish swim into a concrete wall. One turns to the other and says ‘Dam!’

23.
Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft.
Unsurprisingly it sank,
proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.
24.
Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says, ‘I’ve lost my electron.’
The other says ‘Are you sure?’
The first replies, ‘Yes, I’m positive.’
25.
Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal?
His goal: transcend dental medication.
26.
There was the person who sent ten puns to friends,
with the hope that at least one of the puns would make them laugh.

No pun in ten DID

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A sign of the times

I went to the store the other day,
and it wasn’t in a place very far away.
While going through the checkout line
the bagger asked me if I’d mind
spending a dollar to support a charity.
I said yes, how fine that would be.
He then asked for my name
Saying he’d put it in the window for a little fame.
I said I didn’t need the notoriety.
He said that just could not be,
and he would write “lowel customer.”
Though his accent was a bit tough to be sure,
I said “Loyal Customer” was fine with me.
He then wrote it on the window slip for all to see.
Lowel Customer now hangs on the glass
with all the other names that you pass.
But if Lowel Customer you happen to see,
give him a pleasant hello from me.

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The Org Over Easy

The blathering idiot sat in the diner trying to figure out the organization of the company that had hired him and where he fit into things. He had the organizational chart “Org chart” of the company and the menu of the diner out on his table. He also had a glass of water that he had already spilled once and was still wiping up when the waitress approached.

She asked the blathering idiot what he wanted for breakfast.

“Org Over Easy,” the blathering idiot said.

She stared over the top of her glasses at him and canted her hip slightly. “Sir, that’s not on the menu.”

“Yes, it is. Over Easy or Sunny Side Up.”

“Org?”

“Yeah.”

She sighed. “That won’t be available until 8 o’clock.”

The Org Over Easy

The Org Over Easy

“Eight o’clock. That’s outlandish.”

“And they’ll be a Sir charge.”

“A surcharge?!” The blathering idiot felt the heat rising to his ears. That always happened when he got embarrassed or angry. He felt a little of both now.

“Yes, sir, a charge on top of our normal Over Easy price.”

“Why?”

“Because orgs are always hard to get over easy.”

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The Job Application

A new year had begun, and the blathering idiot resolved to find a job.

Help Wanted sign

The blathering idiot applies for a job

He saw a Help Wanted sign in the window of a building and went inside to apply.

He sat at the table with the form and did his best to fill it out. The first line said: Name.

He wrote: I have one.

Sex.

He wrote: Yes

Place of birth.

He wrote: A hospital, though I don’t remember the exact event. This is what I have been told.

Put your hometown here:

It won’t fit.

References:

Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary, Gregg’s Reference Manual, Chicago Manual of Style.

What attracted you to this position?

The sign in the window.

Salary expectations:

To get paid regularly.

What sort of challenges are you looking for?

I am not looking for challenges. I am looking for a job.

When he was finished, the blathering idiot looked over the questionnaire one last time. There was one question he had skipped, and he still did not have an answer for it. He looked at it again, first staring at it and then looking away. He felt he should write something, but what?

The blathering idiot was about to give up and return the form incomplete, when it struck him what he should write. He had seen this exact wording on similar pages in other documents. He had never fully understood what it meant until now.

The question was: Use the blank side of this form to provide any additional information.

To which the blathering idiot wrote: This side intentionally left blank.

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The Twelve Days of Chaos

Happy Holidays … if you dare.

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Giving 110 Percent

The blathering idiot attended a seminar where the presenter, a microphone clipped over his ear and an overabundance of enthusiasm clipped onto his voice, told the audience that the key to success in work, in financial success, in love, in all of life was to give not 50 percent, not 75, not even 100, but “110 percent.”

After the all-day workshop, the blathering idiot returned home to find a pile of bills waiting for him. He opened them and totaled how much he owed for the minimum monthly payments, and it was 130 percent of what he earned. He smiled, closed his eyes, and waited for success to come.

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Sometimes it DOES take a Rocket Scientist (True Story)

Scientists at NASA built a gun specifically to launch standard 4 pound dead chickens at the windshields of airliners, military jets and the space shuttle, all traveling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields.

British engineers heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high speed trains. Arrangements were made, and a gun was sent to the British engineers. When the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurled out of the barrel, crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, blasted through the control console, snapped the engineer’s back-rest in two, and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin, like an arrow shot from a bow.

The horrified Brits sent NASA the disastrous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield and begged the US scientists for suggestions.

You’re gonna love this…

NASA responded with a one-line memo — “Defrost the chicken.”

That bit of information probably wasn’t in the User’s Guide.

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“Guest Host” newsletter editor

A piece of my recent handiwork: http://www.oldnorthknoxville.org/newsletter/Jun2010/letter6_10.pdf. I was asked to help out, so over the weekend put this newsletter together, including creating the composite logo by blending the circle and the rooftops. Not too bad for a ham handed graphic arts attempt.

The previous newsletter editor was suddenly no longer available to do it, so the Old North Knoxville neighborhood president asked for my help. I had done the newsletter for four years from 2002 to 2006, so I knew most of the drill. She supplied a large share of the photos and copy, though there were also many of my photos (mostly of people at volunteer events) that I supplied along with the write ups.

I also converted the photos from color to black and white since the newsletter is going to be printed and mailed to about 800 households in the Old North Knoxville neighborhood. And I did the layout.

It’s not bad for a rush job. The neighborhood has not had a newsletter since November 2009 and they usually come out 6 times a year. That’s why this one was 8 pages instead of the normal six.

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