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Today in Weird Science News: The Sarcophagus is a Letdown, Your Early Memories May Be Fake, and Ancient Dude Thought Getting Laid Saved Lives — Stellar Sarcasm
If you’re like me, you were probably excited to hear an ancient sarcophagus had been found in Alexandria, Egypt. I mean, according to all the movies I’ve ever seen on the subject, this should introduce us to an ancient curse or a mummy zombie—hey, there’s a new category of TV shows for you—or maybe something […]
Downtown B.O. Levels Expected to Spike on Friday — gooferie
Officials are cautioning that the level of body odor in the air downtown will spike at a record or near record level this Friday. Dr. Meghan Ansell, a biologist at Gannon University, has been providing body odor air quality levels for various zones in Erie for the past five years. “We measure body odor in […]
via Downtown B.O. Levels Expected to Spike on Friday — gooferie
Ned the Tree Frog: A Fable
The Fable
Ned was a tree frog who lived in a bush.
All the other tree frogs lived in big trees in the forest, but Ned had a fear of heights.
One day Ned was hopping around the forest floor when he bumped into Patty the tree frog and her boyfriend, Dirk the tree frog.
Ned had long fancied Patty the treefrog; she was especially plump and slimy.
“We’re having a party up in our tree tonight,” Patty told Ned, “why don’t you come?”
“He won’t come to a party in the tree,” Dirk said snidely, “Ned doesn’t like to be in the trees.”
“It’s called acrophobia,” Ned defended himself, “and it’s an officially recognized fear by American Psychiatric Association, Dirk.”
“You really need to grow a pair,” Patty told Ned.
“I’m a tree frog,” Ned told Patty, “that means my genitalia consists of two interior testicles and spermatic canal; I have a pair, you just can’t see them.”
“Let’s just leave this pathetic loser to himself and go have our party,” Dirk told Patty.
Dirk and Patty laughed at Ned as they hopped away to have their party.
That Dirk is a spermatic canal, Ned thought to himself.
That night Ned sat in his bush and listened to the laughter and frivolity happening in the tree above him and he felt very sad and alone.
So he got some gasoline and burned their tree to the ground–the other tree frogs never made fun of Ned again.
Moral
Don’t be a spermatic canal.
What happens when you’re a spermatic canal.
They Must Be Stopped: the Garden Gnome Menace
There are more of them every day.
It is a well-known and widely accepted fact that garden gnomes are evil creatures of the night.
They spend their days in an inanimate state, surrounding the homes of the naïve, who have become witless servants to their evil machinations.
They often assume silly poses and sport whimsical names such as Boddywinkle or Fudwick.
This whimsy is a lie.
Do not be fooled by this subterfuge, they are maniacal creatures with evil plans.
This is far more typical behavior.
There are some in the so-called “scientific community” who will try to tell you this is hokum, mere nonsense.
Some are those who are secretly working in concert with the gnomes, helping to propagate their plans for world domination.
Some of these men of science are just quacks; they don’t believe garden gnomes come to life at night. They don’t believe in ghosts or bigfoot or that the Earth is flat. Quacks!
“Garden gnomes are harmless decorations, and not at all sinister…I’m not a quack.”
Here is a short list of some of the nighttime activities in which garden gnomes engage:
- They pee on your vegetable garden. (This might also be Gerald the neighbor kid.)
- They taunt your neighbor’s dog so that it barks all freaking night. (Also possibly Gerald.)
- They let the air out of your tires, but different amounts in every tire, so that your ride to work is really bumpy.
- They sneak into your garage and replace all your English standard unit tools with metric tools so that when you try to fix something, nothing quite fits.
- In Canada, they do the opposite.
- They put signs on your front door that read: Jehovah’s Witnesses Welcome.
- They take one bite out of the apple, then put it back in the bowl.
- They drive really slow in the fast lane.
- They paint the phrase, Justin Bieber Rules, in bright pink letters on the side of your car. But they paint it on the passenger side, so you don’t see it right away, and drive all the way to work with people inexplicably pointing at you and laughing.
- They fill your mailbox with pinecones. Really sticky ones.
- They sneak into your home and replace all your Yuengling Traditional Lager with Natural Light.
See what I mean–pure evil.
There is a singular weapon that is particularly effective in the battle against garden gnomes: a silver plated shovel. (You can also kill them with a regular shovel, but it’s not nearly as cool.)
Gruesome but necessary.
This menace must be dispatched.
Their plans to foment anarchy must be stopped.
Get your shovel today and join me in this call to arms.
Warning: You might have crybaby neighbors who have a proclivity for calling the police, acquiring court orders, or posting videos of you smashing their garden gnomes in your footy pajamas. So be careful.
An instrument of garden gnome death, or if you just need to dig hole, it’s good for that too.
Smith’s Unveils New Product — gooferie
Smith’s Provisions, longtime purveyor of meat products for the Erie area, has announced that it is adding organic tofu to their list of products available for purchase. The tofu made its debut at the new Erie County Farms last week, prompting long time Smith’s customer Neil Osbourne to declare, “What the hell is THAT?” as […]
A Few Helpful Hints For Your Job Interview
Things you should not wear to a job interview:
- A belt buckle that reads: The Boss Sucks.
- Your “I’m too drunk to care” t-shirt.
- That shirt you own that has a mustard stain shaped like Jiminy Cricket.
- That shirt you own that has a siracha stain shaped like Donald Duck.
- Any shirt, with any stain, shaped like any Disney character.
- That sombrero you’re so proud of.
- Your alligator boots. (Especially if you’re interviewing for a job with Peta.)
- Your lucky pair of pants. They may be lucky, but the hole in the crotch isn’t doing you any favors.
- Your eye patch. Yes, it makes you look dangerous and cool, but don’t.
- Your Omar Moreno wig. Yes, it’s hysterical, but don’t.
It’s hysterical, but don’t.
Things not to do on a job interview:
- Turn every innocuous statement into a double entendre by responding with the phrase: that’s what she said.
- Bring in Leonard, your pet lizard, because you think the interviewer might enjoy seeing how a lizard can devour an entire rat.
- Bring in Wilbur, your pet wombat, because you think the interviewer might be fascinated by how much a wombat can crap.
- Go on a tirade about your previous boss, using phrases such as, weasel-faced penis, rat-fink, or tiny brained flea.
- Punctuate the tirade by saying, “of course, I was stealing from the company to finance my crystal meth habit.”
- Nod toward a picture of your interviewer’s wife, give him a knowing wink and say, “sweet.”
- Don’t lean into your interviewer, carefully study his face, and then say, “a good plastic surgeon could fix that.”
- Don’t try to show your interviewer how clever you are by guessing her age and weight.
- Don’t ask your interviewer if he’s prematurely gray, or just dirt-old.
- Don’t recommend a good wrinkle cream.
- Under no circumstance should you ask your interviewer to “smell this.”
- Don’t do anything the voices in your head tell you to do; they don’t have your best interest in mind.
- Don’t introduce your interviewer to Phineas, your imaginary friend.
- Don’t tell your interviewer that Phineas thinks he smells good.
- Don’t demonstrate your conscientiousness by pointing out that you’re waiting until after the interview to get stoned.
Things not to put on your resume:
Under other interests:
- Your plot to overthrow the government and replace it with a puppet regime. Definitely don’t mention the puppets are Bert and Ernie.
- Discussing your alien abduction, and various alien probing methods.
- Your collection of shrunken heads.
- Scrapbooking.
- Hunting the world’s most dangerous prey: humans.
- Miming.
Note: hunting mimes and shrinking their heads is acceptable, and if you should happen to scrapbook about it…whatever.
Under accomplishments:
- Your swift rise to power as president of the Justin Bieber fan club.
- Finishing at the top of your taxidermy class. (Again, this mostly applies if your interviewing for a job with Peta.)
- Your fluency in Klingon.
- Having been a cast member of any television show with the words “the housewives of” in the title.
Final and key piece of advice:
- Just don’t be yourself.
Don’t do this.
Punch an Idiot in the Face Day
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| cartoon scientists pictures | |
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| bug eyed cartoon characters | |
| job interview with gator boots | |
| school counselors dumb | |
| my idiot neighbor |
Several random thoughts immediately leapt into my brain after this cluster of search terms appeared on my stats page.
Note: there’s a lot of room in my brain for random thoughts to leap, stretch out, or do an entire gymnastic floor routine; it’s pretty vacant up there.
Thoughts such as:
- What kind of questions does Jack Elam ask, and why are there so many of them?
- How badly do your wife’s feet have to smell for it to be enough?
- How do you know my neighbor, and how do you know he has a happy face?
- Would I look good in gator boots?
- Wow, this blog certainly attracts some weirdos (but not you).
- Punch and idiot in the face day? Is that a real thing?
After doing an extensive amount of research (Google) I discovered “punch an idiot in the face day” isn’t a real thing.
Bitter disappointment.
Then I had another thought: just because something isn’t a real thing, doesn’t mean it can’t be.
So after once again doing an extensive amount of research (Wikipedia) into the process of initiating a ballot measure in the great Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, I came to a conclusion: it’s a lot more work than I am willing to do.
Just a few of the things required:
- A petition containing signatures equal to 10% of the last local general election vote for governor. (Governor? I thought Pennsylvania had a potentate.)
- These signatures must be real people and not characters from Warner Brothers cartoons.
- If your real name happens to be Elmer Fudd, there is an enormous amount of extra paperwork involved.
- If your real name happens to be Elmer Fudd, your parents are dicks.
- None of the signatures can be from dead people; this is not Illinois.
- Petitions must be submitted by the 13th Tuesday before the election. Petitions may be circulated for (at most) 7 weeks, and circulation may not begin before the 20th Tuesday prior to the election. Initiated measures may be submitted at primary, municipal, or general elections…and must be written in yaks blood.
- You must understand the previous requirement and be able to cite it verbatim while juggling running chain saws.
- Election officials must submit successful initiatives to voters at the next primary, general, or municipal election occurring not sooner than the 13th Tuesday after the initiative was filed.
- The successful initiatives mentioned in the previous requirement, must be submitted in triplicate with the third set written entirely in Egyptian hieroglyphics.
- Every fifth word of every document must be written in a silly font.
- Pointing out to any official, that the previous two requirements contradict each other, will result in the immediate disqualification of your ballot initiative. You will also be slapped in the face and poked in the eyes Three Stooges style.
- The Pennsylvania election code requires you to obtain the following items: holy water, a cross, a wooden stake and a clove of garlic. (Sorry, that’s the Transylvania election code.)
- You must be able to find Harrisburg on a map of Pennsylvania.
- You must be able to find Pennsylvania on a map of the United States.
- You must be able to find Pennsylvania Avenue on a Monopoly Board.
- If you roll doubles three times in a row, you have to go to jail.
- You must purchase a lot of maps and board games.
- Petition circulators must attest to the validity of petition signatures in a notarized affidavit.
- You have to know what an affidavit is.
- In some instances, you may have to sacrifice a small animal under a full moon.
- You must be able to say name of, Intercourse Pennsylvania, without giggling.
- You absolutely must be able to deal with bureaucrats without flipping out and stabbing someone in the face with a bayonet.
See what I mean, and this is just the first page.
Then I had another thought (I’ve been on fire with thoughts lately) I need to think like a politician: I just need to convince a bunch of willing dupes to pursue my vision, let them do all the work, then take all the credit when the initiative passes.
Brilliant.
I will keep you updated.
“Hello, I’m Jack Elam, and every day is punch an idiot in the face day for me, idiot.”
Boy Finally Wakes up from Coma Once Somebody Thinks to Ask Him if He Wants to See a Funny Meme — Natalie Mepham: Writer, Dreamer, Loud Gum Chewer
Memes save lives. 17-year-old Nate Masterson can attest to that. Though he stood outside death’s door for a while, he found the will to live all because of a meme. “I was lying in a coma. Not feeling anything. You know, comatose. And then, I just sensed something… wonderful. Something exquisite. Something GLORIOUS! All of […]
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