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Peanut Butter Salmonella Scare Sends Ripples through Mice Communities

January 30, 2009 · 1 Comment

I will be the first to admit that I completely underestimated the underground network and grassroots efforts of the Mouse Community. “Tom and Jerry” cartoons projected the notion that Jerry worked alone and it was every mouse for himself in this cat-eat-mouse world. Not until the recent salmonella-infested peanut butter products were recalled did I realize that “Tom and Jerry” was propaganda homespun by the Underground Mouse Network.

Don't let the Mouse Network Propaganda delude you

Don't let the Mouse Network Propaganda delude you

Why those dirty rats; I thought I had smelled something.

Before the King Nut Companies recalled its peanut butter products a few weeks ago, I had been baiting my mouse traps with peanut butter, which proved successful. That was before the “Peanut Butter Scare” media blitz hit and now mice won’t touch my peanut-butter-baited traps with a 34-and-a-half foot pole.

due to broken panoramic button on camera, the 34-and-a-half foot pole is not shown.)

Actual mouse trap baited with salmonella-free peanut butter (Note: due to broken panoramic button on camera, the 34-and-a-half foot pole is not shown.)

The mice knew. Peanut butter could kill you — one way or another.

But how they knew remains a mystery. The night the recall announcement was made felt like a déjà vu of Christmas Eve: Nothing stirred, not even a mouse.

I had no other choice but to either use new bait or buy a better mouse trap. And believe me you, given the plethora of ways you can kill or catch a mouse these days, the latter is no easy task. The French, in an attempt to help Americans – namely PETA members and Mickey Mouse Club alumni – whitewash their consciences, have developed a line of feel-good Catch & Release traps.

If you’ve never seen one of these, they work something like this. You set the trap, which is usually baited with some type of perfumed scent that begins with L’eau (the water). Once the mouse, who thought he was about to get lucky and score at the local meat-market, is trapped and the abduction process begins. Captors are instructed to throw a washcloth over the caged mouse, so they become disoriented and throw them in the trunk of your car, which will transport the rodent to an undisclosed location. While driving, captors should crank up a classic rock station, further disorienting the mouse as a means of deprogramming its homing instincts.

To ensure the abducted rodent’s homing mechanisms are completely sabotaged, captors should cross at least two rivers before dropping the mouse off in a ditch along a rural dirt road in an area that has been designated by the R.C.L.U. (Rodent Civil Liberties Union) as a safe haven for un-naturalized rodents. Because these areas have been designated as no-fly and no-slither zones, mice and their rodent ilk will be protected from their second-tiered predators (hawks, eagles, snakes, etc.).

Critics argue that this type of Catch-and-Release Program is not only inhuman but has concerns about creating a safe-haven for rodents, when there is a need to fill the jobs in the food chain that nobody else wants: Low-end Prey.

On the other hand, Rodent Abolitionists have adopted a much harsher eye-for-an-eye (or piece-of-cheese-for-your-life) stance when it comes to illegal rodents invading our homes. They prefer catching the mice, putting them on trial, then killing them, so they are no longer pose a threat to our society.

The problem with the plan is that it is a costly undertaking, not to mention the process will take too long because of all the bureaucratic trappings. Personally, I’m not about to wait for a series of appeals, stays of execution, and for the mouse’s DNA results to make sure it matches the droppings inhaled from the tip of my sinus sprayer, which I believe the accused was using as a makeshift bidet. By the time the mouse if formally executed, I could have bought 100 new mouse traps and bred several colonies of mice.

Some rodent hardliners have suggested building walls around our homes to keep the mice out, but if Jerry has taught us anything it’s: “If there is a will there is a way.” Just ask Tom

No thanks, I prefer an old-fashioned mouse trap that quickens the entire process. For now, I will bait the traps with the traditional lure of L’eau de Cheese, at least until the Salmonella Peanut Butter Scare dies down – thus placating the grassroots efforts of the Mice Network.

(Note: All thoughts of violence toward mice not included in this post were bottled up, transported across two bodies of water and released into the wild, where they are sure to procreate and exponentially breed little thoughts of violence toward mice.)

Categories: General Satire

Top 10 Ways the Bad Economy is Affecting the Super Bowl

January 28, 2009 · 6 Comments

Okay, my quest for winning a David Letterman “Late Show Online” t-shirt has officially become an obsession. I will keep submitting an entry every week until I win the Holy Shirt and/or Letterman hires me to write for the “Late Show” or CBS presses charges for virtually stalking the intern relegated to compiling the Top Ten Contest winners.

Until then, I will devote my time to getting inside the mind of the aforementioned intern — assuming he or she works alone.

For last week’s topic, “Top 10 Things Overheard at Barack Obama’s Inauguration,” I took a stab with “I heard Michelle leased her dress from Sarah Palin,” but to no avail. Albeit Sara Palin did break the Top Ten with “I wonder if Sarah Palin can see this from her house?”

Close, but no smoking gun.

Undaunted, however, I will continue my quest to win the Holy Late Show Online t-shirt, but again, I cannot do this alone— so I’m soliciting your help, dear reader. I’ve written ten possible entries for this week’s list, and it’s up to you to help me choose the ONE from the list (for I can only submit one) that you think has the best chance of winning this week.

Just think, with your help, all of this could be mine

Just think, with your help, all of this could be mine

Like an addiction to clichés, the third time is a charm, eh?

Be sure to indicate your choice in the comments section at the end of the post.

This week’s list:

Top 10 Ways the Bad Economy is Affecting the Super Bowl

10. Hat day has been replaced by pink-slip day

9. The NFL is seeking a bailout from Congress to help pay for the halftime show

8. Officials will use a commemorative potato for the coin toss

7. Sunday will still be considered a work day in Pittsburgh

6. Roseanne Barr agreed to sing the National Anthem for free

5. Teams will not be penalized for “illegal use of hands”

4. Steelers’ fans changed Steel Curtain slogan to “Recycled Aluminum Draperies”

3. Springsteen forced to cut set list down to one song: Annie’s “Tomorrow”

2. Instead of Super Bowl rings, players will receive David Letterman decoder rings

1. NBC sent out 10% off coupons for $2.6 million 30-second ad spots

Don’t forget to let me know (in the Comments) which one of these I should submit.

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Say Something Funny’s FAQ

January 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Not sure if anyone has ever included a dedication in the Frequently Asked Questions’ section, but here goes:

             To Therapist Bob

F.A.Q. (that’s Frequently Asked Questions for those of you suffering from A.C.D. (Acronym Challenged Disorder))

1. Why did you shift from political satire, Political Fallout, to straight humor on Say Something Funny?

Funny you should ask (not really, but I do have a fetish for clichéd transitions). When a friend first asked me this question, I responded: “Why play God’s apprentice, when you can play God?” Not that I think I’m God or one of his messengers for that matter, but I started feeling like political satirists have become the ambulance-chasers of the humor world. As a political satirist, my job consisted of waiting for politicians to screw up and/or Say Something Stupid, which happens approximately every 3.5 seconds – or half the time the average male entertains a sexual thought. (Speaking of which…)

Besides, who would want to be god’s apprentice or messenger anyhow? If you think God is going to step aside and let you step in, you are more delusional and narcissistic than the Big Guy himself. (pause for Smote Break…) Not to mention the average life expectancy for God’s apprentices and messengers is somewhere between a politician screwing up and my last sexual thought.

Moreover, while writing straight journalism and political satire, both of which require research and facts, I developed an allergic reaction to the truth.

2. Are you afraid of losing some of your fan base at your other site, Political Fallout?

No. Both my mother and her friend, Irene, assured me that they will support me in my new writing endeavor. Granted, neither one of them owns a computer and Irene, who was my 90-year old elementary school principal 30 years ago, still thinks a blog is a type of goiter.

This is what Irene imagines every time she hears the word "blog."

This is what Irene imagines every time she hears the word "blog."

3. Why did you choose Say Something Funny as your site’s name?

Read debut post. Although I did consider using Liquid Nose Blow and Irene’s suggestion, Prune Juiced Rib Ticklers, but I chose to stick with S.S.F. (the official acronym of Say Something Funny).

Are you sure the name Say Something Funny was not inspired by Patty Duke’s 1965 hit song “Say Something Funny”?

Indirectly, yes. I chose SSF in orderf to take back Say Something Funny from Patty Duke. There’s nothing funny about a break-up song, wherein the leading man finds a new gal and has no choice but to dump his old steady in front of a bunch of onlookers.

Patty Duke – “Say Something Funny” (Or not…)

When it comes to break-up songs playing in the backdrop of a dumping scene, I would take AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” and the Bee Gee’s “Tragedy” any day — which were the first two cassette tapes I bought when cassettes first came out in the ‘70s. Whether it was eclectic taste or prophetic foreboding, I haven’t yet decided, although I’m leaning toward “all of the above.”

4. What do the initials T.M. in your name stand for?

Transcendental Masochist

5. How much do you get paid for writing Say Something Funny?

On a bad week: nothing. On a good week: nearly twice as much as a bad week. But if you’re feeling guilty for exploiting a penniless blogger, feel FREE to click below and buy me a gift on my Amazon wish list:

T.M. Lindsey’s Wish List

6. Why would you keep writing if you don’t make any money?

See #4

7. Boxers or briefs?

Neither:  Who has the time for either one these days?

8.  Do you have an agent?

Not yet. I’m still waiting for the Federal Government to officially release Agent Orange from its top-secret files. In the meantime, if you are an agent and have street cred in the humor writing market or you are an up-and-coming agent looking to hitch your prospects to yours truly, please contact me at saysomethingfunny@yahoo.com.

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Frequently Asked Question: WTF is FAQ?

January 25, 2009 · Leave a Comment

When I first saw the acronym F.A.Q. (Frequently Asked Questions), I had no idea what these letters stood for, let alone that they were even an acronym. It doesn’t help that I have been diagnosed with A.C.D. (that’s Acronym Challenged Disorder to you, fellow A.C.D. brothers and sisters).

With the help of Therapist Bob, I was able to pinpoint when my A.C.D. began spiraling out of control and would inevitably need professional intervention, preferable by someone who has multiple acronyms listed behind their name.

In college I was obsessed with vanity license plates. Initially I was intrigued by vanity plates that had the driver’s first name followed by a number (e.g. “Mitsy 7”). I deduced that either Mitsy had six other cars like the one she was driving, thus exacerbating her vanity even more so, or the “7” represented the I.Q. (Intelligence Quotient) threshold required by the D.O.T. (Department of Time-Suck) to qualify for vanity plates. Then the R.C.I. (Roof Caved In) when one of my roommates pulled up in his mom’s grocery-getter, which sported “IYQYQR” on the license plate.

When I asked him what the letters stood for, he admitted: “I Like You Like You Are.” (Not really an acronym per se — unless you’re willing to suspend your disbelief for baby-talk.) Why any respectable adult male would openly admit this to another respectable adult male (that’s me, F.Y.I.) was beyond me, but the fact that he was driving a turquoise Chevy Imapla with a “Have You Hugged Your Librarian Today?” sticker on its bumper indicated he was beyond the peer-recognition phase of his life — namely because he was already doomed in most social circles.

Enter Therapist Bob, who provided me with some A.R.S. (Acronym Reading Strategies) to help break the dispossessed letters down to find meaning and/or pinpointing alienated letters ostracized by the rest of the alphabet for reasons unbeknownst to me. One strategy he recommended was to sound out and exaggerate the letters individually, before moving on to combinations. I started with F.A.Q. and tried several combinations before settling on FA – Q, pronounced “FAA – Que” (slang for F*CK YOU). This revelation, which I repeated over and over like a small child who just learned to pronounce his own name, inspired Therapist Bob to blow microbrew through his nose and laugh at me.

Or at least I thought he was laughing at me. Either way I stormed out of his makeshift office — the window seat at the Deadwood Tavern in downtown Iowa City – thus ending our session for the day.

Nonetheless, the new A.R.S.s (pronounced “Arses” (which is British for Asses), when implementing A.R.S.s) gave me a new sense of empowerment. Upon leaving the Deadwood, I walked through the downtown area repeating “FA – Q, Arses” aloud, maybe too loud as passersby paused to ascertain whether I was talking to them directly or if I had Tourette’s Syndrome.

My Tourette’s-induced monologue did not bode well with one, apparently intoxicated, older gentleman, who turned and yelled at me: “Well, FA – Que too, buddy!” Unfortunately his F.A.Q. drew the attention of two nearby beat cops, who thought he was talking to them and wrote him up a ticket for P.I. (Public Intoxication).

And now that I know W.T.F. F.A.Q. means, I can finally field some of the questions people have been asking me about Say Something Funny since its debut less than two weeks ago.

So stay tuned, dear Reader, and I will churn out some responses to the pile of F.A.Q.s clogging my e-mail account A.S.A.P. If you have any questions you would like to ask me, please send them to me @ saysomething@yahoo.com or post them in the comments section below.

I appreciate your patience and for those of you who don’t have any patience, I have three letters for you: “FA – Q!”

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Satirists Mourn Loss of Bush

January 23, 2009 · Leave a Comment

"Speak, George, speak!"

The Satirists' battlecry for the past eight years: "Speak, George, speak!"

While Tuesday’s changing-of-the-presidential guard was billed as a day of Hope for most people, there was a melancholic ripple in the satiric force. Satirists, who could always depend on the former President George W. Bush to feed their muse in times of desperation, had their satiric crutches pulled out from beneath them with Bush’ stage-left exit.

"What now, George?"

George W. Bush, disguised in an Osama-like beard, could not allude a pack of wild satirists on his trip to Texas,where he plans to hibernate indefinately. Bush eventually turned on the mob and told them he was done and they repsonded dumbfoundedly: "What now, George?"

rest-in-peace

President George W. Bush: 2001 – 2009

“That’s all I have to say about that.”

Categories: Parody · Political Satire

Soup’s On! – That is if you can afford it

January 22, 2009 · Leave a Comment

When did soup get to be so freaking* expensive?

If you’ve cruised your grocery store’s soup aisle lately, which is second only to the cereal aisle in measurable girth, you know what I’m talking about. Every time I break down and buy a can of soup, I notice that the price has shot up, so I stopped buying soup — assuming I’m the sole cause for the nationwide soup spike. This very same logic compelled me to stop buying gas and health insurance as well. You’re welcome, dear Reader.

Because it was so cheap, soup literally consumed my grocery list when I was in college:

(Sample grocery list from college daze)

-Beer (12 pack)
-Chicken Noodle Soup (12 cans)
-Bread
-Peanut Butter
-Beer (case)
-Ramen Noodles
-Vegetables
-Beef Vegetable Soup (12 cans)
-Pop-Tarts
-Vegetable Soup (5 cans)
-Reserve Beer (3 cases)
-Cream of Mushroom Soup (8 cans)

At the current rate of soup inflation, it won’t be long before contestants on “The Price is Right” will no longer be bidding on soup to get face-time with Drew Carey, but instead will be bidding on soup as the foundation of the “Showcase Showdown.” It’s hard enough for us Midwesterners to accurately bid on these products, because the prices haven’t been adjusted for the cost-of-living. For example, take a box of Macaroni and Cheese, which may cost $.69 in Iowa, but when adjusted for the cost-of-living in Southern California will run anywhere from $9 to $11.

I’ll be damned if I’m going to fork over 10 bucks for a box of Mac ‘N’ Cheese. Thanks, but no thanks. Like my pallet for finer wines, I prefer my Mac ‘N’ Cheese in a box.

Some fancy restaurants in town have actually added macaroni and cheese to their ADULT menus and charge $15 a bowl. I’ve actually heard people say “Oh my god, they serve the best macaroni and cheese.” That’s like someone coming out of a sperm bank and saying, “Now that’s some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Given the latest economic crisis, Americans may no longer have the comfort of turning to soup for economic security. Andy Warhol may have helped immortalize Campbell’s Soup through his mass-produced pop-art portraits of soup cans, but soup itself, should its prices keep spiking, may inevitably face extinction. My favorite Warhol Campbell’s Soup Portrait is “Campbell’s Soup 1, 1968,” because if you look real close, you’ll notice that Campbell’s Soup 1, 1968” is blushing. How freaking* pure is that?

Projected worth in 2025 = 3 cans of Campbell's Tomato Soup

Andy Warhol's "Campbell's Soup 1, 1968": Projected worth in 2025 = 3 cans of Campbell's Tomato Soup

And what about the proverbial Soup Kitchens that helped get us through hard economic times? Will they disappear when the market becomes oversaturated with overpriced soups and the Soup Bubble bursts? I hope consumers heed the warning signs and stop buying more soup than they can afford.

If skyrocketing soup prices don’t level off soon, I fear that Soup Kitchens will become nothing more than elaborate fronts for the Soup Mafia, who will use these kitchens to launder soup to help finance their less nefarious activities such as gun sales to children and human trafficking.

In the meantime, all this writing about soup has inspired me to tap into my 1970s stockpile of Chicken Noodle Soup and play Soup Roulette, hoping I don’t get yet another case of Salmonella – which I could barely afford to liquidate the last time.

*Euphemistic f-bomb. For if I used the word that best expresses my true outrage, I would not be able to access Say Something Funny at work because of The Man’s hypersensitive Internet filter. And work is where I create and write most of my posts on the taxpayers’ dime — which is now only worth a freaking* nickel. It’s no wonder that sticking it to The Man is merely half the fun it used to be.

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Top 10 Things Overheard at Barack Obama’s Inauguration

January 21, 2009 · 6 Comments

"Where's Waldo?"

President Barack Obama's 2009 Inauguration: "Where's Waldo?"

My quest for winning a David Letterman “Late Show Online” t-shirt continues after a disappointing, yet hopeful attempt at last week’s online Top Ten Contest, which featured the topic: “Top Ten Least Popular New Products at the Consumer Electronics Show.”

Just think, with your help, all of this could be mine

Just think, with your help, all of this could be mine

After readers weighed in, one actually bribing me with a pound of flesh if I submitted “Life-sized, remote-control mime” (I guess some people out there have a thing for electronic mimes), I went with the top online vote-getter: Bernard Madoff Money Changer.

Among last week’s winners, Bernard Madoff did make the final cut at the No. 1 spot with “New Video Game: ‘Grand Theft Madoff.’”

Undaunted, I will continue my quest to win the holy Late Show Online t-shirt, but again, I cannot do this alone— so I’m soliciting your help, dear reader. I’ve written ten possible entries for this week’s list, and it’s up to you to help me choose the ONE from the list (for I can only submit one) that you think has the best chance of winning this week.

Be sure to indicate your choice in the comments section at the end of the post.

This week’s Top Ten topic and list:

Top 10 Things Overheard at Barack Obama’s Inauguration

10. “Excuse me, but could you please point me toward the Washington Monument?”

9. “Frosty malts! Get your frosty malt!”

8. “George W. Who?”

7. “Freebird!”

6. “HOPE: It’s not just for breakfast anymore.”

5. Aretha Franklin: “You want R-E-S-P-E-C-T? Talk to the hat, baby.”

4. “Whew!”

3. “I heard Michelle leased her dress from Sarah Palin.”

2. Dick Cheney’s backstage Dr. Strangelove impersonation: “Mein Fuhrer! I can walk!”

1. “Pssst, wake up George. Your reign is over.”

Don’t forget to let me know (in the Comments) which one of these I should submit.

Categories: General Satire · Political Satire · Top Ten Lists
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Obama Should Elope to Detroit for Inauguration

January 19, 2009 · Leave a Comment

If President-elect Barack Obama really wants change I can believe in and to break away from politics-as-usual, I suggest running off to the Motorless City for this year’s Inauguration. A good ‘ol fashioned elopement is the perfect way to bite your thumb at tradition, especially when the expectations for a traditional marriage between a Man and an Executive Branch (that’s what it says in the Constitution, so it must be true) grow exponentially by the nanosecond.

"I got other plans, D.C."

Motor City or Bust: "I got other plans, D.C."

Estimates for this year’s inaugural bash are pushing the $150 million envelope, not to mention it’s BYOBMCHPPTPH (Bring Your Own Beer, Makeshift Cardboard House, Porta-Potty, Toilet Paper & HOPE). You would think the Inaugural Committee could stretch this money and throw in a couple of kegs and a sleeve of plastic cups.

However, like the federal budget, most of these funds have been earmarked for defense and homeland security purposes. By security I mean party crashers. And by party crashers I don’t mean bitter and/or disgruntled Republicans, rather twenty-somethings who still go to high school keggers, Ryan Seacrest and those pesky Mad Maxian party crashers from the 1980s cult classic film “Weird Science.” Regarding the latter, everyone knows, at least those of us who viewed “Weird Science” as a cautionary tale know the best and by far the cheapest defense against these alien thugs is wearing a brassiere on your head and reciting passages from the Old Constitution – not to be confused with the recently revised edition.

These are professionally trained Homeland Security employees. Do not try this at home.

These are professionally trained Homeland Security employees. Do not try this at home.

Just think what Obama could do with all that Inauguration money if he were to elope to Detroit. He could use the money for a down payment on a new White House in a new location, say the upper-Midwest where he would not only be insulated from D.C. lobbyists, but he would be closer to his Fortress of Solitude — should he ever feel the need to get away from it all and find himself through introspection and a steady supply of Klondike bars.

Having already spent over $700 million on his presidential bid, I imagine Obama wanted to have something small, quaint and private for his swearing-in ceremony.

But, as is the case in the multi-billion dollar wedding industry, politics almost always trump intentions, whether it be family politics or the loathsome politics-as-usual boogeyman – both of which begin rearing their heads during the initial drafting process of the guest list. If you thought the legislative process was messy, you’ve obviously never planned your own wedding. Bill in Schoolhouse Rock’s “I’m Just a Bill” has it made compared to the embattled Guest List in the yet-to-be released “I’m Just a Guest List.”

The process begins with both parties listing immediate family members before moving on to listing people you may actually see after the wedding, thus avoiding any potential snub incidents. After the first draft is complete, you submit it to your managing editors: both sets of parental units (who are more-than-likely funding the impending train wreck). They add all of their relatives and acquaintances you’ve never heard of, yet somehow know all about you.

Next you send out the initial wave and wait for the word-of-mouth to spread, so those folks who were excluded can call your editors and voice their complaints until they are added to the next wave. This process repeats itself until both parties approve the list and send it up to the Mother of the Bride, who ultimately decides whether or not to exercise her veto power.

In Obama’s case this nightmare scenario has been compounded by the size of his potential guest list that draws from the 66.8 million people who voted for him. Any slight and these folks may not ever speak to him again and/or vote for him in the next election, not to mention the underlying tension at next year’s Thanksgiving dinner table.

This alone is reason enough for Obama to elope to Detroit.

Why Detroit, you ask?

If anywhere in the United States epitomizes rock bottom and needs the Obama bump, it is Detroit. Not only has the Motor City been idled by the economic meltdown, but its beloved Lions set a record in futility by losing all 16 games this year. Better yet, Obama could hold the 2009 Inauguration at Ford Field (just blocks away from where Mitt Romney announced his failed presidential bid). Most of the seats saw little wear-and-tear this year and Obama can help Detroit rise from the ashes – an economic rebirth, if you will.

Opposing fans remain to watch their team win in last-second overtime win.

Opposing fans remain to watch their team win in last-second overtime.

My guess is Obama is already committed to tomorrow’s Inauguration, but there’s still an outside chance we may have our first Runaway President.

At least we can HOPE…

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SPAM Prevention 101: If you can read or eat this, you are obviously drunk

January 18, 2009 · 1 Comment

Whether it’s consciously eating a can o’ SPAM or trying to decipher the hieroglyphics posing as electronic-spam prevention codes, you have to be drunk to successfully complete either task.

Rarely do I enter the correct anti-spam code on the first time. Whether the letters or letter-number combos are blurred, Siamese letters that share the same backbone, or have random tails or kerchiefs scripted on them, I’m convinced you have to be under the influence of alcohol to actually read them.

When cracked under the influence of whiskey, this code actually says "SATAN'S REVENGE"

When cracked under the influence of whiskey, this code actually says "SATAN'S REVENGE"

Consequently, I keep a full supply of whiskey nearby in case I cannot crack the code.

(Note: This entire post was composed under the influence of alcohol and a moderate serving of SPAM.)

Just say "NO" to SPAM and booze! (official slogan of M.A.D.S. -- Mothers Against Drunk SPAMmers)

Just say "NO" to SPAM and booze! (official slogan of M.A.D.S. -- Mothers Against Drunk SPAMmers)

Speaking of which, had I read the Surgeon General’s Warning printed in .2 font on the bottom of the can, I would have known better than mixing booze and SPAM together.

Surgeon General’s Warning: SPAM contains a number of unidentifiable chemicals and is a gateway artificial meat that leads to the consumption of bigger, more dangerous artificial meats. Pregnant women caving to SPAM cravings during the third trimester may give birth to a seven-pound Golden Honey Grail SPAM. Overconsumption or habitual abuse of SPAM may result in abuser to indulge in writing SPAM Haikus.

Fortunately, I’m not pregnant and only ate seven cans of SPAM.

The writing of this post was interrupted by an impulse to write SPAM Haikus:

Inbred pork and ham.
Fluids copulate, ferment
Together, forever.

The forbidden meat.
Who opened Spamdora’s Box?
Hope drowned in SPAM juice.

Now where was I…?

Post Epilogue: SPAM and electronic-spamming share more than the recipient’s dependency on alcohol. The term “spamming” derived its name from a Monty Python Flying Circus comedy sketch on SPAM, which targeted the Brit’s World War II cuisine. For whatever reason SPAM flew under the RAF’s radar for rationed meats, probably because it’s not meat.

Monty Python’s Flying Circus: “SPAM”

In the marketing spirit of “there is no such advertising as bad advertising,” Hormel, the fine makers of SPAM not only refused to have their marriage to lower-caps spam annulled but have actually embraced it as well with the Spamalot Musical and SPAMALOT game.

Categories: Observational Humor · Parody · Stand-up comedy

Chasing the American Dream: Winning a “Late Show with David Letterman” T-Shirt (part 1)

January 15, 2009 · 8 Comments

Ever since the gap-toothed, late-night comedic wonder David Letterman made his television debut in 1982, I’ve always fantasized about being a guest on his “Late Show.” By guest, I mean an actual guest and not a Stupid Human and/or Pet Trick performer.

Twenty-six years have passed and no such luck. As Letterman ages and the window of opportunity closes faster and faster, I’ve come to the realization that I’m willing to settle for winning a “Late Show Online” t-shirt from his weekly online Top Ten Contest.

Apparently CBS throws “Online” on the t-shirt to draw a fine line between Letterman’s live and virtual audience — as if the latter were some kind of communicable disease.

Just think, with your help, all of this could be mine

Just think, with your help, all of this could be mine

 That said, after I win my t-shirt, I plan on having the following screen printed on the back:

“I dreamt of being on the Late Show with David Letterman, but instead all I got was this lousy Late Show Online t-shirt.”

So begins my quest, but like most heroic quests, I cannot do this alone — so I’m soliciting your help, dear reader. I’ve written ten possible entries for this week’s list, and it’s up to you to help me choose the ONE from the list (I can only submit one) that you think has the best chance of winning this week.

Be sure to indicate your choice in the comments section at the end of the post.

This week’s list:  Top Ten Least Popular New Products at the Consumer Electronics Show

10. Life-sized, remote-control mime

9.  Paris Hilton Global Positioning System (GPS) navigation device

8.  Universal push-button spousal remote control

7.  Battery-operated White Elephant

6.  Set of personalized Osama bin Laden ringtone messages

5.  Voice-activated nagging machine

4.  Burning-diesel perfumed car airbags

3.  Bernard Madoff Money Changer

2.  Drunk sex breathalyzer-ignition chastity belt

1.  Electronic George W. Bush divining rod

Don’t forget to let me know (in the Comments) which one of these I should submit.

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