Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The Great Apes

Once upon a time, there was a monkey. This monkey was very curious and would often get into mischief. Monkey was always causing trouble, wherever it went. Sometimes, it would swing from the chandeliers. Other times, it would steal a cookie right out of some poor victims hand. And still other time, it would check other peoples emails and comment on them.

One day, Monkey tricked Gorilla. Monkey took Gorilla outside, proclaiming the majesty of fireworks. But the sky was dark that night and fires were working. When Gorilla turned around, Monkey was sitting in front of the computer, checking Gorillas email! Gorilla shouted in anger. Gorilla pounded on the ground and roared. Why was Gorilla so angry?

Gorilla was so angry because Monkey had seen the confirmation email for a very special gift. This gift was intended for Monkey, but it was meant to be a surprise. Now that the surprise was ruined, Gorilla was left wondering what to do. It was too late to cancel the order since it had already shipped. So now Gorilla is stuck giving a surprise gift that isn't a surprise. Gorilla pouted and chastised Monkey for impatience. Monkey apologized. Gorilla is forgiving but still very annoyed.

Gorilla? Gorilla my dreams!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Why Your Mom is The Best

Lets face it, I love your mom. Who doesn't? She's a super classy lady. I recall when we were young and we were still learning to ride a bike. She faithfully stood on the porch and waved us on. And then when we inevitably fell over and scraped our knees, she was there with peroxide and a mommy kiss to make it all better. She never used the boring Band-aids, she always had Batman ones on hand so we looked cool at school the next day.

One of my fondest memories was when your mom packed a note into our lunches that said "I love you, be special today". We were special that day. That was the day of the auditions for the big school play. It was with her love that we had the confidence to win the coveted role of Ozone in the stage version of Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo. It was her who gave us old cardboard boxes to practice our moves on and her as well who gave us flowers at the curtain call.

Who was it that tearfully dropped us off at college? Your mom. And she made sure we had plenty of clean underwear and socks. It was your mom that we called the night we lost our virginity. She was so happy for us. Your mom taught us how to properly use a condom (that is, not at all. Hiyo!). She taught us about the birds and bees. God, I love your mom.

That's why you should call her to tell her how much you appreciate everything she did. Don't forget to say hi from me.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Dolphins – The Dicks of the Sea

Really, the title says it all. Have you ever seen dolphins on the hunt? They surround a school of fish and then do strafing runs picking off stragglers. This is some fairly standard hunting behavior and it doesn't necessarily make them dicks. What does make them the dicks of the sea is that the mock their prey as they feed. What sounds like clicks and whistles to us translates to something much more insulting. I spent several weeks trailing a pod of dolphins, learning their language and ultimately being accepted as a member of the pod.

At first I tried to apply Morse code to the clicks. This got me nowhere. Then I tried a mathematical progression of clicks based on a very complicated formula. This too got me nowhere, but it might have been because I'm a math retard. Finally I decided to step back from the situation. So I boarded my research vessel, the S.S. Chunderson, and locked myself in an isolation tank for what could have been days. I don't know, theres no clock inside it. With the help of some transcendental meditation and about 6 tabs of LSD, I finally had a breakthrough.

So back into the water I went, fluent in dolphin. I thought I'd break the ice with a joke about airline food. They didn't get it. I guess they didn't have a frame of reference. So I thought of a new joke to break the ice. It went something like this: What do you get when cross a mackerel and a sunfish? Click click eeeeeee! It got a huge laugh.

I joined the pod on many hunts, eating more fish in those short weeks than I have in my entire life. I had seen wildlife documentaries about how dolphins hunt but for the first time I could understand what they were saying. As they picked off fish from the school, they would click back at them some very offensive, borderline racist insults. And even though I assumed they had no concept of religion, a lot of their remarks were anti-Semitic in nature. It was then that I began to feel uncomfortable and I did my best to hide my Judaism, despite the fact that my circumcised member was on display for them all to see.

Their dickish nature didn't stop at offensive racist remarks. They would pull pranks on eachother which usually consisted of them convincing a mark that their offspring had been swallowed by a Megalodon. Dolphins are apparently unaware that Megalodons have thankfully been extinct for many million years (See: Mega-Shark vs Crocosaurus to illustrate the potential horror). They would also rocket up to larger fish, even whales, and poke them with their bottlenoses. The poor whales were too large to do anything but squeal "Stop it!". It was like picking on the fat kid. More than once did I see a dolphin scribble on a piece of kelp the words "Wide Load" or "Kick Me". I didn't understand the kick me one because dolphins don't have legs, but I'm sure they got the irony of it.

It was funny for a while until they turned on me. I suggested casually that we stop for a tuna melt. Little did I know the growing tension between dolphins and tuna. They had formed an uneasy treaty years earlier but tensions were running high in recent months. The mere mention of the word tuna was enough to send the pod leader into a rage, a rage which he turned on me. He butted me unmercifully with his nose. It was only after I kicked him in it that I managed to get away.

I write to you today to warn all of you out there of the impending war between dolphins and tuna. The seas will run red with the blood of these factions and we, as humans, will be forced to pick a side. Instinct says to side with our mammalian cousins, but after seeing what utter dicks they are, we're better off siding with tuna. Dolphins may be intelligent but that just means they are more able to think of horrible ways of inflicting pain and humiliation. DON'T TRUST THE DOLPHINS! LONG LIVE TUNA!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Extra! Extra! Thumbs Ahoy!

News broke recently that frequent use of cell phones could potentially lead to cancer, confirming what comedians already knew. Holding a carcinogenic device to your ear is something we all do. I know I regularly smoke Pall Mall's through my ear. But the recent proof of this danger raises another question. Does frequent texting lead to thumb cancer? And perhaps more importantly, is there such a thing as thumb cancer?

To me, losing my thumbs to cancer would be worse than losing my ear. For one thing, you only hold the phone to one ear at a time so you're more likely to lose only one. That means you still have another ear. But texting often requires two thumbs. The thought or losing both of my thumbs is devastating. No more video games. No more gesturing to gladiators if they should kill or spare their opponent. No more masturbation. Well, I'd still masturbate, but it would be more challenging. Of course, like most, I feel a greater sense of satisfaction from completing a challenging task. Would masturbating without thumbs lead to a more satisfying finish? Theres only one way to find out.

While I'm on the topic of cellular phones, I have a question regarding Bluetooth devices. Is it true that it stains your teeth? Cause I already have a problem with coffee stains, I don't need them turning blue on me. Then again, it would make faking my death a bit easier.

Yes I've contemplated faking my own death. Not for any real reason, just so that I could get a head start haunting people. I'm still vulnerable to exorcisms, being Jewish and all. The power of Christ compels you…to shop Wal Mart and save!

The Measure of a Man

What makes a man a man? Is a man measured by his accomplishments? Is he measured by the loves in his life? No. It's the penis that makes a man a man.