plastic surgery for the dead

A growing trend in America is people buying plastic surgery for their dead relatives.  Some of the corpses are being treated with drugs like Botox to reduce wrinkles.  Is this the next big waste of money scheme?  This is stupid.

Although, I wonder if these people are afraid their relatives are going to return as zombies.  Perhaps this last-minute plastic surgery will help them look better if they return from the dead.  Because, as you might know, the undead have a history of looking very ugly and deformed.

Although, if zombies start looking like normal alive people, that could be quite dangerous!  This new trend must be stopped!

caption contest, guests at Christmas party

Let’s start the week with a caption contest!  (I know, we do that every week, but it’s such a great tradition!)  This week’s picture has some Christmas decorations in it.  The setting can be whatever you want, but for an idea, you could imagine it to be a Christmas party of family get-together.

Ready for the directions?  Write a comment explaining what’s going on here.  That’s it.  Your goal is to be funny.  Very simple.

guys-being-dorky

(To see the other caption contests, click on the “Say What?” category in the sidebar.)

I need more readers

I’ve heard it said that if you can get enough people to follow your dream, you can accomplish anything.  Well, one of my dreams is that this blog has thousands of readers and generates enough ad revenue that I can make a living at writing stupid stuff.  🙂  Y’know, I reckon the saying is true.  I just need more followers.

So now I know what to do to accomplish my dream.  Well, I know that I need more readers.  And as another saying goes, “Knowing is half the battle.”  (I learned that nugget of truth from cartoons!  G.I. Joe, specifically.)  But in this case, I don’t know if knowing is half the battle.  Getting thousands of people to read here everyday seems like more than half the work of my ramblings in this post.  Maybe G.I. Joe lied to me.  I’ve done half the work for this dream, so if I finish the other half in the next few minutes and it doesn’t come true, then I was misled.  I’m gonna sue…  Hey, maybe then I’ll have all the money I need to blog for a living!  🙂

a bag of donuts

I’m about to tell you a strange story.  It’s one that you’ve never heard of.  You could say it’s quite obscure in most parts of the world.  I usually don’t tell tales such as this here, but today is an exception.  I guess you could say I’m just in a story-telling mood today.

Every year on December 12th (12/12), something unusual happens.  There’s a peculiar man who goes around the tri-state area bringing holiday cheer with food.   Nobody knows his real name, but they call him Bag O’Donuts.  This is his moniker because he carries a magical bag of donuts (doughnuts) on this special day / holiday.

bag-of-donutsThis special bag has within it every kind of donut — any kind you can imagine.  And the donuts are always fresh, similar to the ones you get off the line at Krispy Kreme where they almost melt in your mouth.  But this magical bag works only one day per year, making it a most special day for all who love donuts.

Mr. Bag O. Donuts has done this every year for a while now, establishing a tradition you could say, except one particular year, and that was when a man named Fab stole the magical bag of donuts.  Fab and Mr. Donuts were talking about the magical bag, how it worked, when Fab simply pulled the wool over Mr. Bag Donuts’ eyes (literally).  While Donut-Man struggled to unfleece himself, Fab escaped with the oft-coveted bag.  donutsFab hid in the pea patch, and ate donuts all night long.  He ate glazed, chocolate-filled, cream-filled, chocolate-covered, cream sticks, custard donuts, strawberry shortcakes, twists, etc. — all he could imagine.   It was better than a wagon full of pancakes!  He ate and ate, until he could eat no more.  In fact, he ate so many donuts that he began to look like one!

A search party eventually found Fab in the pea patch, asleep with the bag at his side and donuts in each hand.  But it was too late for Mr. Doughnuts to make his run — the clock had struck midnight, thus the bag’s special powers went dormant, and many people suffered free donut withdrawals.  It was truly tragic.

Now Baggy Donuts won’t bring donuts to Fab anymore, although I hear they are on talking terms now.  Fab denies the incident ever happened, but don’t believe him.  Rumor has it that sometimes on Dec. 12, late at night, you can still find Fab wandering around the pea patch, longing for the endless donuts once again.   Some say he has a donut-shaped hole in his soul, leaving him restless and endlessly hungry.

Now you know… the rest of the story.