We are not rednecks. It’s geographically impossible.
We may or may not be woodchucks, but we are definitely not rednecks.
I am not sure what is worse a HIP or someone who is a HIP and has an absolutely fake forced-I-Love-Life-Laugh that grates on my nerves. This individual whom shall remain nameless, (My SIL), everyonce in awhile, attempts sarcasm.
It ain’t purty.
After a particular devastatingly bomb which everyone at the table went , " Huh?" (It made no sense whatsoever, and to be fair she is surrounded by 1st graders all day long and on weekends, by brain dead Left Behind Types.)
I replied, " Nice try. Leave the jokes to the professionals. Accept your weakness and I relish and mustard mine."
Boy, did that put a bee up her nose.
My husband has a fair to middlin’ sense of humor, which I find to be miraculous, since he is very german despite being born here, but christonapogostick, German’s in general need to take humor lessons. I feel like Robin Williams before an audience of mimes when I am surrounded by germans. oye. The stuff of mine that he says is not funny, is stuff that I have learned over the years will be a knee slapping, eye wiping scream. simply, if he says, " That’s not funny, I wouldn’t tell it." I sally forth and get the laugh.
As for his parents, well, the hardest I’ve seen them laugh was when Mr. Ujest and I were dating and he was bringing me a bowl of soup down some stairs. He slipped and bounced down five steps, hot soup flying every where and his parents had tears in their eyes. ( Mr. Ujest’s tailbone ended up going through his skin and he had to get surgery.) So, feel for me at family gatherings.
[quote[I replied, " Nice try. Leave the jokes to the professionals. Accept your weakness as I relish and mustard mine."
Ego_Mk2, how can “screamy chilled corn soup” not be funny?!
You know, I am really disappointed with this thread. I had a certain image of Eve built up in my mind. I saw her living in a huge midtown apartment, getting up at the crack of noon to finish the latest chapter on some silent movie starlette. Wearing a flowing white silk robe and high heeled fuzzy slippers carrying her poodle (or fluffy white cat).
Next she proceeds to her neighborhood coffee house to sit with pretentious people to discuss the progress of her one woman show and how the white male oppressors are keeping her down.
Now it seems she is just like anyone else, groggily hitting the alarm clock before sunrise. Stumbling out of bed and kicking the leg of that stupid chair that has been in the same corner for over five years. Then she has to go to work with humorless dolts, stooges and goobers just like the rest of us common folk.
Sigh…I do not know what to believe anymore.
Fortunately I do not have to deal with too many humorless people. They are generally the way higher ups who I avoid anyway. I’ve done so well a few of them still do not know my name after six years, so when I bring up a tough question at one of the “reorganization” meetings we occasionally have, they think it is that “other guy”. [Monty Burns] excellent [/monty burns]
Oh, I do all that stuff, too, Zap—except my one-woman show is an autobiographical monologue about Tallulah Bankhead. It’s called Daaahhhling.
you know, just after hearing the phrase “screamy chilled corn soup” repeated so many times, I must say that it is becoming a classic. LOL. Resubmit it to the stiff editor and see if he’s dislodged the stick yet.
Funny, Zap_Rowsdower - my image of Eve has always been the same as yours: elegant, timeless, classy. Except that I have always suspected that when she laughs, she snorts.
I don’t understand, what’s so hard about taking the s out?
Harry, I think. Yes, Harry Dick.
I’m so glad you posted this. The word “weasel” always gets me rolling, no matter how many times I hear it. I can barely type this without cracking up. People think i’m crazy, I was beginning to think so too! :eek:
My thing is, I have a really hard time containing my laughter. And when I start, it’s hard for me to stop. Whenever my b/f and I are watching t.v., he gets so irritated because i’ll start cracking up at something (loudly) and won’t be able to stop for a good 10 minutes. But I’ve been able to get him going a few times…
“weasel” HA!
dammit! sent it too soon…
I was almost hospitalized once after I heard this line from the Simpsons
“Being able to weasel your way out of things is what seperates men from animals. Except for the weasel”
lezlers, we may have been separated at birth or something. I almost went into a laughter-induced seizure from that episode of The Simpsons. Loved it!! And for at least two days afterwards I would just randomly crack up at my desk, in my car, etc., whenever I would think if it. People kept looking at me like I had an extra head, instead of just the usual two.
I was actually in a meeting with our C.O.O. the day after that episode first aired, and I had to leave the room because I started to bust out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
rockle
weasel!
hee hee hee… 