MrRant Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said, "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.
The Amazing Rando Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 One day, while walking through the woods, I found a human skull. Immediately I called the police, and then I sat there wondering what it must have been like for that guy to have antlers. Something like that... though the Disneyland one is tops for me, as well.
MrRant Posted August 4, 2005 Author Report Posted August 4, 2005 I'm glad Rando gets the thread. I hope some animal never bores a hole in my head and lays its eggs in my brain, because later you might think you're having a good idea but it's just eggs hatching.
UseTheSledgehammerUh Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.
Guest Frank_Nabbit Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 If you're in the war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at some guys, throw on of those little baby-type pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think of how crazy war is, and while they're thinking, you can throw a real grenade.
MrRant Posted August 4, 2005 Author Report Posted August 4, 2005 I guess we were all guilty, in a way. We all shot him, we all skinned him, and we all got a complimentary bumper sticker that said, "I helped skin Bob."
redbaron29 Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis
CanadianChris Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 It takes a big man to cry. It takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man.
Youth N Asia Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 something along the lines of Everyone laughed at grandpa when he left that morning with his fishing pole. But no one was laughing when he came home with a hooker
Boon Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 At first I thought, if I were Superman, a perfect secret identity would be "Clark Kent, Dentist," because you could save money on tooth X-rays. But then I thought, if a patient said, "How's my back tooth?" and you just looked at it with your X-ray vision and said, "Oh it's okay," then the patient would probably say, "Aren't you going to take an X-ray, stupid?" and you'd say, "Aw fuck you, get outta here," and then he probably wouldn't even pay his bill.
redbaron29 Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.
the max Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
Crimson Platypus Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
CanadianChris Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
CanadianChris Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 OK, that's scary... I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
redbaron29 Posted August 4, 2005 Report Posted August 4, 2005 If I ever went to war, instead of throwing a grenade, I'd throw one of those small pumpkins. Then maybe my enemy would pick up the pumpkin and think about the futility of war. And that would give me the time I need to hit him with a real grenade.
Skywarp! Posted August 5, 2005 Report Posted August 5, 2005 If you're ever walking next to a river of lava, and you drop your keys, just let 'em go man, 'cause they're gone.
Henry Spencer Posted August 5, 2005 Report Posted August 5, 2005 I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.
CanadianChris Posted August 5, 2005 Report Posted August 5, 2005 Have you ever seen a child, on his way to school, have a car drive past and splash him, and then he just stands there and thinks if he should just go to school or go home and change and be late... and then I drove past and splashed him again!
Ripper Posted August 5, 2005 Report Posted August 5, 2005 If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.
Gary Floyd Posted August 5, 2005 Report Posted August 5, 2005 Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
Ripper Posted August 5, 2005 Report Posted August 5, 2005 When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear
Jericholic82 Posted August 6, 2005 Report Posted August 6, 2005 When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I love that one.
JJ Johnson Posted August 6, 2005 Report Posted August 6, 2005 To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.
the max Posted August 6, 2005 Report Posted August 6, 2005 Most people don't realize that large pieces of coral, which have been painted brown and attached to the skull by common wood screws, can make a child look like a deer.
JJ Johnson Posted August 6, 2005 Report Posted August 6, 2005 The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.
Guest Stunt Granny Posted August 8, 2005 Report Posted August 8, 2005 One day I was walking through the forest when a man came up to me with shackles on him. He told me he'd just escaped from prison and if I didn't go home and get him a saw he'd kill my entire family. I wonder whatever happened to that guy.
Vyce Posted August 8, 2005 Report Posted August 8, 2005 Wanna know what scares me? I'll tell you: a feather. That's right, a feather. Why am I afraid of a feather? That's an honest question, and I'll try to give an honest answer. First of all: did I mention it's a poison feather?
the max Posted August 8, 2005 Report Posted August 8, 2005 Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead. No, wait, not me, you. If you're a Thanksgiving dinner, but you don't like the stuffing or the cranberry sauce or anything else, just pretend like you're eating it, but instead, put it all in your lap and form it into a big mushy ball. Then, later, when you're out back having cigars with the boys, let out a big fake cough and throw the ball to the ground. Then say, "Boy, these are good cigars!"
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