Monthly Archives: November 2019

Friday Funny November 29, 2019 Black Friday Shopping Jokes

Happy Friday!  I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving and now the holiday season is in full swing.  If you are heading out to do some shopping this Black Friday keep your wits and your sense of humor.  Here are a few jokes to help you do that.


I read a story about a dangerous new strain of bacteria that was been found BEFORE Thanksgiving at a local supermarket in packs of soft butter.  It seems that it spreads easily.

I ordered some German food over the internet for Thanksgiving; the sauerkraut arrived but the wurst is yet to come.

I was thinking about buying my wife a watch for Christmas.  I went to the store and asked for one with hands. The sales clerk asked “Analogue?” I said “no thanks, just a watch.”

I saw a great Black Friday deal on a digital camera.  As I weighed the good and bad, I could only see the positive points. There just aren’t any negatives.

I was considering going to a pet shop on Black Friday to purchase a rare spider but then it occurred to me that it would be easier to just pick one up on the web.

I saw a great Black Friday deal on some nifty new electric garden trimmers; it is some real cutting-hedge technology.

I noticed a Black Friday deal at the comic book store on Supergirl, Batgirl and Wonder Woman but I think he might just be a heroine dealer.

I was going to buy some sausages online; but the links were broken.

I bought my wife a calculator in the shape of a castle to give her for Christmas.  I am not sure if she will like it, but it’s the fort that counts.

I went to an auction on Black Friday.  It was pretty long and boring, I fell asleep and missed a lot.


‘VENI, VEDI, VISA’: I came, I saw, I did a little shopping.


Picky About Pecan Pie

Thanksgiving is so close that I can almost smell it!  The day provides a plethora of smells that slowly build over the course of the day until the much-anticipated time of feasting arrives.  Everyone has their favorite Thanksgiving dish.  For you it may be turkey or dressing or mashed potatoes or giblet gravy or sweet potatoes or oysters or homemade roles or just maybe it is dessert!  One of my all-time favorite Thanksgiving treats is pecan pie.  Not just any pecan pie- specifically my Mom’s pecan pie.  Make no mistake, my wife is a fantastic cook as evidenced by my steadily increasing waistline over the years.  But my Mom’s pecan pie has been one of my favorites since long before I had even met my wife.

Now you might label me a heretic for preferring pecan pie to pumpkin pie but perhaps I am just more enlightened.  Pumpkin pie was not served that first Thanksgiving, they may have served a pumpkin custard which was cooked and served in the pumpkin which sounds rather nasty anyway.  But I am just not a fan of pumpkin pie.  If you give me a sufficient quantity of whipped cream to go along with the pie, I can eat it, but it is not my favorite.  Honestly, doesn’t pumpkin pie seem like baby food baked in a pie crust?  Here is something for you to chew on – depending on how you define “pumpkin” there may not even be any of it in that pumpkin pie to profess to like!  When you hear the word “pumpkin” the image that pops instantly into your mind is probably a round, bright orange one like the one you purchased at Halloween to carve into a jack-o-lantern.  That kind is edible, but it is not very good for cooking.  The word “pumpkin” can apply to two of the three varieties of winter squash and within these two varieties can be found the Dickinson pumpkin which is not nearly as photogenic as the nice picture that is on the label, but does work much better for making pies.  Your can of pumpkin is most likely a Dickinson pumpkin with a misleading profile photo.

Which brings me back to pecan pie.   I much prefer pecan pie to pumpkin. But I am picky.  I do not like pecan pies that are too soupy or too hard or the crust is too dry and or the pecans are chopped into tiny pieces and almost every pecan pie I have ever purchased or been served has at least one of those issues.  But not my Mom’s pecan pie.  In my memory every one has been perfect – firm, sweet, the top covered with pecan halves, cooked just right.  I can almost taste it this very minute. 

Enjoy your pumpkin pie if you want, that will leave a few more slices of pecan pie for me.

Happy Thanksgiving!



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Friday Funny November 22, 2019

Happy Friday!  This time next week you might be up to your tonsils in Thanksgiving leftovers.  But right now I want to wet your appetite with some Thanksgiving jokes.


Did you hear about the turkey that was arrested?  Fowl play was suspected.

Thanksgiving is the day that I start my yearly training to get in shape … to play Santa Claus.

Did you hear about the turkey that was doing computer research using google, google? 

Last year I was late getting home after Thanksgiving, a policeman pulled me over for  exceeding the feed limit. 

Did you hear about the mother turkey who was so disappointed in her kids that she told them, “If your father could see you now, he would be turning over in his gravy!”

Is it true that you should not take a turkey to church because they use fowl language? 

If a Pilgrim bites into a bad piece of corn does he make a pilgrimace?

What’s the easiest way to catch a turkey?  Ask a friend to toss one to you.

I think I have an addiction to Thanksgiving leftovers, this year I am going to quit cold turkey.

Would you call someone who really, really, really likes Thanksgiving turkey a  tryptophanatic?


There’s always something to be thankful for on Thanksgiving.  Even if it’s just not being a turkey. 




Ornament Downsizing

Thanksgiving is a little more than a week away and while some stations have already changed over to non-stop holiday music, it is still too early, in my humble opinion, to put up a Christmas Tree.  I am pretty certain that somewhere in the Mayflower Compact it prohibits anyone from putting up a Christmas Tree before Thanksgiving Day.

However, it is not too early to begin thinking about Christmas decorations: where the tree will go, how to decorate the house and so forth.  We do not have a nicely coordinated, neat and tidy Christmas Tree and that is the way I like it.  Our tree tells a story.  The ornaments are an eclectic collection that narrates a tale that began more almost four decades ago.  Many of the ornaments bring back specific memories over the years.  While they do not have much monetary value, they do have a lot of sentimental value.  

As might be expected, at some point the number of ornaments exceeds the number of spots to hang them on the tree branches.  We have reached that inevitable point in life where it is time to downsize the number of ornaments.  (Well it is time to downsize a lot of things, but we will start with Christmas ornaments.)  What better way in this digital age to reduce the number of ornaments than to sell a few on eBay? As I went through the process of listing several I was surprised to see the dates.  A few were from a few years ago while others were dated 1996, 1993, 1992.  I begin to think about the changes that occurred over that time, how my boys have grown and how I have changed.  But these ornaments are not ones that have “special” memories and I suppose I can make it through this Christmas without an ornament of Dilbert in a cup of coffee. 

However if the thought if Dilbert in a cup of coffee makes you think of Christmas, you can have it if you are the highest bidder.  

Friday Funny November 15, 2019 Quick Jokes to Kick Off Your Day

Happy Friday!  It is mid-November and Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away, have a laugh before you start defrosting that turkey!


Is it true that claustrophobic people are more productive when thinking out of the box?

I saw that the current World tongue-twister champion was arrested. I think they are hoping to give him a tough sentence.

Forget electric cars!  I have this great idea for a car that doesn’t have wheels.  I have been working on it tirelessly.

Everyone encourages you to always go the extra mile at work unless you are a taxi driver.

I once had a job as a stage designer, I wasn’t very happy when they fired me but I left without making a scene.

I used to work at a fire hydrant factory.  The biggest problem was you couldn’t park anywhere near the place.

I just got a job as the Chief Information Executive at Old McDonald’s Farm. I’m the new CIEIO.

I once had a job as a mind reader but I was not any good at it, in fact I was telepathetic.

I have seen people who are underwhelmed and I have seen people who are overwhelmed; however, I do not recall ever seeing anyone whelmed properly.

If a kitchen remodeler is not working efficiently is he being counter productive?


Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
~Sara Coleridge, “The Months,” Pretty Lessons In Verse, For Good Children; With Some Lessons in Latin, In Easy Rhyme, 1834


Recalling the Wonder of Snow

It is not quite mid-November yet and here in Southwestern Ohio we have had out first measurable snow of the season.  I realize that I do not live in Alaska or Minnesota or Buffalo or Chicago where snow is on the ground and will stay on the ground for months.  However, the 3.2 inches recorded at the Cincinnati-Northern Kentucky Airport is a new record here for this date.   So, of course, people are in a panic.  Many have run to the grocery to buy milk, bread and eggs certain that they will not be able to get outside of the house for several weeks (apparently there is an undeniable urge to eat french toast when in snows). 

I understand that accumulating snow does complicate things, that we should drive a bit slower and walk more carefully.  I realize that cold is a real hazard to one’s well-being.  Yet, I would encourage you, for at least a moment, to reflect back to when you were a child.  Remember how excited you were when it snowed?  To look out the window at night and see the snow falling gently and slowly transforming the brown, lifeless ground into a winter wonderland.  To get up in the morning and see a bright and glistening world just beckoning you to come out and play.  

if you were really lucky there was enough snow so that school was canceled which meant the entire day lay ahead for sledding, for snow ball fights, for building snow forts, for making snow angels, for building snowmen.  The activities and the fun were only limited by the imagination.  Then when you got so cold you couldn’t stand it anymore you would come in for hot chocolate, hot soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.  Then once warmed up, head back out again.

Many people hate shoveling the driveway.  To be honest, I do not mind (OK, to an extent I do not mind, there can be too much of a good thing).  These days I do not have the time or the energy to play in the snow, so I as I shovel the drive I look at the beauty of the snow and remember when snow, instead of something that was dreaded, was something that was looked forward to with much anticipation.

Friday Funny November 8, 2019 Doctor One-Liners

Happy Friday! As the days get shorter and colder cold and flu season starts to creep in.  If laughter is the best medicine, then here is a little dose of prevention.


I went to see my doctor.  The doctor said, “I’ve not seen you for a while.” I replied, “Well, recently I have been ill.”

I told my doctor that I get heartburn every time I eat birthday cake.  He told me that I should take the candles off first.

My doctor told me that I needed to stop using a Q-tip; however, his advice just went in one ear and out the other.

My Doctor said I needed a knee replacement\.  I asked if I could have a second opinion. She said, “Sure, you’re ugly too.”

My therapist told me I have problems letting go of the past. She told me that three years ago.

I can accept that I have an inferiority complex I just wish that I had a better one.

My doctor told me that I have the body of a twenty-year-old, then he suggested that I return it before I get it completely stretched out of shape.

I was thinking about having some plastic surgery until I noticed the doctor’s office was decorated with lithographs of paintings by Picasso.

I have found that an apple a day really does keep the doctor away, if your aim is good.

I went to the doctor and told him that I had swallowed a spoon.  She said, “sit down and don’t stir.”

I went to the doctor and told him I felt run down. He asked me why, so I showed him the tire marks on my legs.

I told the doctor that my hair has been falling out and asked him if he had anything to keep it in.  He gave me a paper bag.


The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease. ~Voltaire


Elementary School Milkmen of the Week

I have mostly fond memories of elementary school (the biggest exception being the seventh and eight grade years that were addressed in an earlier post).  I attended the same school, Shiloh Elementary School in Dayton, Ohio from kindergarten through eighth grade.  Regardless of the weather, I did indeed have to walk to school everyday.  I did live directly behind the school but still I did have to walk.

Shiloh did not have a cafeteria.  In the last few years I attended they would roll out lunch tables into the gymnasium and bring in some food that was prepared elsewhere, but for most of the years I was there most of the children would bring a sack lunch with them.  Most days I would have to trek all the way back home, across the street, for my lunch.

However, there was one aspect of this setup that was pretty exciting.  Each week there were two kids from each class that were appointed to serve as milkmen and next to being appointed as captain of the kickball team, this was one of the most anticipated opportunities of the school year.  The job of the milkman was to 1) collect money from everyone who wanted a drink with his or her lunch which was everyone who had brought his or her lunch that day; 2) keep track of how many of each item was needed; 3) the best part – leave class several minutes before lunch to go down to the vending machines and put the nickles and dimes into the machines to obtain the drinks and 4) return to the class with the right drinks to be consumed with lunch.

If I recall correctly a carton of regular or chocolate milk was a nickel.  But milk was not the only option, for a dime you had your choice of 7-up, Orange Crush or Frostie Root Beer.  I guess we did not worry about too much sugar in those days.  Maybe the sugar helped us stay awake through the afternoon.  

Being Milkman for a week may not seem like a big deal, but for a six, seven or eight year-old it was a big deal.  For a week you were important to everyone in your class.  Plus it taught some real-life skills.  You had to be able to do simple math – you had to tally how many of each item to purchase, you had to be able to make change (apparently a completely lost art these days).  you had to be able to keep accurate and legible records (a couple of more lost arts).  You had to demonstrate common courtesy and basic customer service (more lost traits).  You had to be a good steward because your classmates had turned over their money and trusted that you would bring them the correct beverage in return. You had to communicate with everyone in the class regardless of whether or not you liked them or thought they had cooties. 

You know, now that I think about it that week may have been one of the more educational weeks of the school year.  It might be a good idea to consider bringing back the milkman of the week but we probably should leave out the soda pop options.