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Annoying Trick of the Day


In the memo field of all your checks, write “for sensual massage.”

(I used to do this on my car payments.  I would like to see it used on a tithe check.)

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Print Shop Stories


Funny that grandpaboy should mention nude cooking in his comment about my Spam-iccne Alfredo. It reminds of this crazy woman that I used to work with that I will call “Liz”.


Liz was a salesperson at the printing company that I worked for two years in Greensboro. She was one of the company’s … err … ladies of less than selective taste. (She was a slut.) She dated most of the guys in the plant at one point or another, but she had a pretty substantial fling with my friend, Mark.


Mark and Liz broke up after a few months but refused to tell us why. We figured she had dumped him because he was a horrible chain smoker.  It drove the rest of us crazy.


We finally flushed it out of him.  It seems that Liz did everything in the nude, including cooking. He finally got disgusted with what once was a novelty when he found what HAD to be a pubic hair in his spaghetti. That was the noodle that broke the Camel smoker’s back.


Hence the name “Nekkid Noodles” (naked noodles to those of you not from ’round here) was given and much like a piece of well-cooked pasta, it ‘stuck’.

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True Confession

If I am talking to someone who is pissing me off I start to pick apart their appearance.  Today our Inter. Comm. professor was trying to get people to drop the class and all I think was, “He must be colorblind.  Just look at those socks!”