Showing posts with label boomer humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boomer humour. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Clever

    This was sent to me by my friend Gudrun, but she did not tell me where she got it. It is clever and funny so kudos to the original writer

       An Oxford comma walks into a bar where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.

       A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

       A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

       An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

       Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

       A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

       Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

       A question mark walks into a bar?

       A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

       Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."

       A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

       A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

       Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

       A synonym strolls into a tavern.

       At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

       A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

       Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

       A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

       An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

       The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

       A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

       The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

       A dyslexic walks into a bra.

       A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

       A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

       A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

       A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the


Sunday, September 6, 2020

A Little Poem For Seniors

A Little Poem For Seniors, so true it hurts!

Another year has passed And we're all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter And winter seems much colder.

There was a time not long ago When life was quite a blast
Now l fully understand About 'Living in the Past’

We used to go to weddings, Football games and lunches.
Now we go to funeral homes And after funeral brunches.

We used to go out dining And couldn't get our fill
Now we ask for doggie bags, Come home and take a pill.

We used to often travel To places near and far
Now we get sore asses From riding in the car.

We used to go to nightclubs And drink a little booze.
Now we stay home at night And watch the evening news.

That, my friend is how life is, And now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up... Before you're too damned old



Thursday, September 6, 2018

Can you spell it for me?

This speaks to why we  need more emphasis on the English language and spelling in school



Saturday, May 27, 2017

Ode to Forgetfulness

This post is for my friend Larry. Larry is a little forgetful, and he worries about it. We keep telling him that people at all ages forget things. In this wonderful song by Mack Dryden, he references the "Threshold Syndrome" which affects all ages. More videos by Mack Dryden can be found here


Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Severe Weather Facts for BC


·       What is the record size of a hailstone?
o  20 cm in diameter
·       How fast does lightning travel?
o  Up to 40,000 km per second
·       What is the hottest temperature on record in BC?
o  44.4⁰ C in Lillooet, Lytton and Chinook Cove in 1941
·       What is the coldest temperature ever recorded in BC?
o  Minus 58.9⁰ C  in Smith River, 1947
·       How much snow was there in 1971-72 in Revelstoke?
o  2446.5 cm (= 81.55 feet) – the Canadian record
·       What was the most amount of rain recorded in 24 hours in BC?
o  49 cm (19 inches) at Ucluelet in 1967
·       What is the major cause of forest fires in BC?
o  Human activity 48%; lightning 52%


Thursday, January 7, 2016

Is it Time?

How  do you know when it is time to  "hang  up the car keys"?


I would  say it is when your dog has this look on his face!

 



A picture is worth a thousand words!       

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Your getting old when....

You are getting old when you don’t care where your spouse goes, just as long as you do not have to go along.

Statistics show that at the age of 70, there are five women to every man. Isn't that an ironic time for a guy to get those odds?

Your houseplants are alive, and you can’t smoke any of them.

Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.

You keep more food than beer in the fridge.

You hear your favorite song in an elevator.

You watch the Weather Channel.

Your friends marry and divorce instead of “hook up” and “break up.”

Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as “dressed up.”

You’re the one calling the police because those %&@# kids next door won’t turn down the stereo.

Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.

You don’t know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.

Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.

You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald's leftovers.


Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt

You have stopped growing at both ends, and have begun to grow in the middle.

You have a choice of two temptations and choosing the one that will get you home earlier.

You are cautioned to slow down by his doctor instead of by the police.

A fortune teller offers to read your face.

After painting the town red, you have to take a long rest before applying a second coat.

You want for your birthday is to not be reminded of your age.

At the breakfast table you hear snap, crackle, pop and you're not eating cereal. 

Dialing long distance wears you out. 

Everything hurts, and what doesn't hurt -- doesn't work.

It takes twice as long -- to look half as good.

It takes too much effort to procrastinate.


It takes two tries to get up from the couch.

You’re getting old when “getting lucky” means you find a great parking space.

More than half of this list pertains to YOU!