Daily Archives: October 3, 2010

“A Quick Joke About Someone’s Death”


A 29-year-old man died recently after falling into a tank of chocolate. It’s a tragic way to go, but at least his bizarre death provided a few snickers.

Poor guy. Talk about your death by chocolate.

“The Point at which I Lost Touch with Popular Music”


There was a definite moment where I lost touch with popular music.  I was in a club and my friend asked me if I knew what the lyrics to a bunch of rap songs were about.  I said –

Josh: “For all I know, they’re all about ejaculating onto bitches.”

– and I was right.

“What to do with my Ashes when I Die”


When I die, I don’t care what people do with my body. Honestly, just sprinkle my ashes in a pile of dog shit. You can even put up a sign –

HERE LIES A PILE OF SHIT
(AND SOME DOG FECES)

I definitely want to avoid a tombstone, because I know my friends and family would be tempted to write something “funny” on there like, “You lose,” or, “It’s better this way,” or, “Dead Jew.”

I don’t think that last one’s funny either; I’m just telling you, that’s their sense of humor.

“Something I’d Like to Do at a Wedding”


I always wanted to go to a wedding where I didn’t know anybody. Then, when the priest asks if anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed, I’d stand up and say, “Yes! I’m in love with the bride! The man she’s marrying brainwashed her into forgetting all about me and implanted new memories to make her think all of those good times were with him. Don’t let him fool you, sweetheart!”

Then I’d let some form of security haul me away.

“Misinterpreted Support of Lesbianism in the Deep South”


A few years ago, I went to my friend’s college graduation in the Deep South.  During the ceremony, a female student marched on stage, grabbed the microphone, and said that she and this other girl were in a relationship.  “Something needs to be done about gay marriage!” she cried.  Then they made out.

I stood up and yelled a supportive, “Whew!” but everyone around me mistook my support for gay marriage as a vocal admission of my lesbian fetish.  A southern man beside me cocked his head.

Southern man: “You like lesbians, ah?  Faggot.”

“She Must Have Just Talked Your Ears Off”


For some inexplicable reason, I once agreed to babysit a five-year-old. I had decided to take her to a park where — excellent caretaker than I am — I immediately lost her. By the time I spotted the kid, she was deep in conversation with a man who had no legs.

I’m thinking, Oh God. Five years old. She’s probably saying something unintentionally offensive about his amputation.

So I sprint over and grab her by the arm.

“Katie!” I say, “don’t you ever walk away from me like that again! You scared me.”

Then I turned to the amputee, smiling. “I’m sorry. She must have just talked your legs off.”

* * *

A friend of mine actually one-upped me on that story.  In a debate class in high school, she apparently told her opponent — an amputee — that his argument didn’t have any factual basis or a logical syllogism; however, what she said was, “You don’t have a leg to stand on.”

“My Overprotective Grandmother” a.k.a. “Wearing a Helmet in the Sixth Grade”


My grandmother was ridiculously overprotective. She once made me wear a helmet to middle school because she worried I would get hurt — not realizing that wearing a helmet in the sixth grade would get me hurt.

In the midst of being beaten up, though, I felt reassured when I saw a busload of kids with helmets. I remember thinking, “Oh. They must have overprotective grandmas, too.”

“See?” I said, “I’m just like them.”

That just made the beatings worse.

“Waiting in the Woods”


Director: Matthew Manahan
Writer: Josh Lehrman