HUMOR

[Friday]

I ran into this the other day:

http://rockymountainweasels.com/index.html

Ha! They copied the Hash House Harriers (http://www.gthhh.com/), which are loosely affiliated drinking groups with a running problem! They've been around since the early 1940's and originated in Kuala Lumpur by a group of expats.

I'm pretty sure my dad is a member.   

I emailed my dad the Rocky Mountain Weasels link; here is his response:

Ripoff! Imposters!
Any drunk can ride a motorcycle. It takes a real Hasher to stay up on two feet!
On! On!

[Jim Johnson]

I ran into this the other day:

http://rockymountainweasels.com/index.html

Ha! They copied the Hash House Harriers (http://www.gthhh.com/), which are loosely affiliated drinking groups with a running problem! They've been around since the early 1940's and originated in Kuala Lumpur by a group of expats.

I'm pretty sure my dad is a member.   

I emailed my dad the Rocky Mountain Weasels link; here is his response:

Ripoff! Imposters!
Any drunk can ride a motorcycle. It takes a real Hasher to stay up on two feet!
On! On!

  When your right your right.

[Friday]

This is my favorite 2 minutes of celluloid, ever. 

Holy Grail - Killer Bunny

[Daien]

I ran into this the other day:

http://rockymountainweasels.com/index.html

Ha! They copied the Hash House Harriers (http://www.gthhh.com/), which are loosely affiliated drinking groups with a running problem! They've been around since the early 1940's and originated in Kuala Lumpur by a group of expats.

I'm pretty sure my dad is a member.   

I emailed my dad the Rocky Mountain Weasels link; here is his response:

Ripoff! Imposters!
Any drunk can ride a motorcycle. It takes a real Hasher to stay up on two feet!
On! On!

Oh, that brings back memories! I was hoping to find a hash group here in New England, but it looks sparse. I'll keep looking....
Thanks for the smile, Friday!

[KBCraig]

Remember the Hashers club that caused a bioterrorism panic in DC, or immediately thereabouts? Because a pound of flour poured carefully into the shape of an arrow, looks so much like anthrax!

Edit: added link.

http://www.theagitator.com/2007/08/27/hashers-arrested/

[Daien]

Remember the Hashers club that caused a bioterrorism panic in DC, or immediately thereabouts? Because a pound of flour poured carefully into the shape of an arrow, looks so much like anthrax!

Edit: added link.

http://www.theagitator.com/2007/08/27/hashers-arrested/

Yep, but hashers just thrown the flour out in splotches! They're running, after all, and the hares only have a 15 minute head start over the group. The last I heard, two of the hashers were eventually held responsible and fined, which is ridiculous.

[dalebert]

This one is in honor of Three Stooges Construction Co.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxZyzGYWYpY

[dalebert]

Stop sign baffles bird-like creature

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJlIrDDmiFk

[dalebert]

Nashua Porcupine Greg reacts to some disturbing video I subjected him to purely for our entertainment.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKTAD_lisb8

Porcupine Eric is a little bit better sport about it. Maybe he had enough drinks in him to make it all the way through the video. There is some cursing in this one so maybe NSFW.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAgRaT3yCqw

If you are feeling particularly brave, video tape yourself while watching this for the first time and post it as a response to the first video! There is a link to the video being watched in the description. It will ask you to confirm your age... and for good reason!

[Friday]

I miss this show.  And I admit it... sometime, I dance in the bathroom.   

Here's another memorable moment in the Unisex; sadly, some people have no Barry White in them.   

[dalebert]

[Friday]

The Capitalism Clapper
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/g/a/2008/11/26/fiorenew.DTL

[Lloyd Danforth]

(Just Emailed to me)
Christmas With Louise

As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace
before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What
they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every
Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his poor
pantyhose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and
went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at
Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.

If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse
yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, 'What does this do?'
'You're kidding m e!' 'Who would buy that?' Finally, I made it to the
inflatable doll section.

I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute
as a passenger in my truck so I !ould us e the car pool lane during rush
hour.

Finding what I wanted was difficult. 'Love Dolls' come in many different
models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do
things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for 'Lovable
Louise.' She was at the bottom of the price scale.

To call Louise a 'doll' took a huge leap of imagination.

On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to
life.

My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning
hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose
with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank
what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray.

I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house
and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog
confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some
more.

We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of
the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional
Christmas dinner.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. 'What the
hell is that?' she asked.

My brother quickly explained, 'It's a doll.'

'Who would play with something like that?' Granny snapped.

I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut.

'Where are her clothes?' Granny continued.

'Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,' Jay said, to steer her into
dining room.

But Granny was relentless. 'Why doesn't she have any teeth?'

Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one
wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, 'Hang on Granny, hang< BR>on!'

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me
and said, ' Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?'

I told him she was Jay's friend

A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not
just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this
might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who
was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like
my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty
hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa.

The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran
across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.

Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.

It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide
the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from
a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.

Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.

Y'all have a great time preparing for the Holidays – I'm thinking about inviting Louise over.

[Raineyrocks]

I thought that this was one of your family experiences until I saw, (just emailed to me), that story is hilarious!

[Lloyd Danforth]

I posted it, then modified it with the email thing