Posted on 08/07/2023 3:00:34 AM PDT by Cronos
do you have any ketchup?
yes, in the door, next to my ex girlfriend’s testicals.
the ones in the jar, or the carton?
the carton.
My father died in 1967. I think that headline would have confused him more than a little bit.
I count a total of four nuts in this story
Many years ago, PJ O'Rourke wrote on the "death of satire". I think he was a bit premature; The Babylon Bee, the Onion, and a few others have kept it on life support. Ultimately, though, I think he will be proven correct.
Around that house, oysters are always in season.
That's a darn good reason to laugh at, while working against, the postmodern Left. It annoys those with little or no sense of humor. Best wishes.
This joke immediately came to my mind:
A big Texan cowboy stopped at a local restaurant following a day of drinking and roaming around in Mexico. While sipping his tequila, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious looking platter being served at the next table. Not only did it look good, but the smell was wonderful..
He asked the waiter, “What is that you just served?” The waiter replied, “Ah Senor, you have excellent taste! Those are bull’s testicles from the bullfight this morning. A delicacy!”
The cowboy, undaunted, said, “What the heck, I’m on vacation, I’ll have some!” The waiter replied, “I am so sorry Senor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bullfight each morning. If you place your order now, we will be sure to save you this delicacy for tomorrow”
The cowboy placed the order and the next evening he was served the one and only special delicacy of the day. After a few bites, and inspecting the contents of his platter, he called to the waiter and said, “These are delicious, but they are much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday”
The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Si, Senor ... sometimes the bull wins.”
The Left does indeed deserve to be mocked and ridiculed, ceaselessly and vigorously.
Sometimes, I’m mildly concerned about giving them ideas ... then I remember: I’m a normal Man trying to “think like a weirdo” ... They’re genuine weirdos. They’ll come up with all the insanity they want, without my help. So: Satire on, while we still can.
Take heart! Take heart!
Remember that old Alinsky, the postmoderns' favorite sort-of Lefty, counseled RIDICULE.
Ridiculing the ridiculous is a fine thing to do. And it annoys those who think it us only THEIR tool and weapon. Ha!
And FJB.
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