It’s an obscure but not unknown fact: I kind of like the Boston Bruins. I don’t do it just to be a contrarian; I genuinely like Zdeno Chara and enjoy the team. I especially liked them when Rene Rancourt used to sing the national anthem. When the Toronto Maple Leafs aren’t playing, I’m “allowed” to cheer for whoever I want. Obviously I was cheering for the Bruins to win the Stanley Cup.
The day after the Bruins lost to the St. Louis Blues, I found the paper below taped to mt computer screen at work. Please note the misspelling of the word “your”. Pointing this out to the gloating perpetrator, I sort of turned my loss into a small victory!
On Monday I bought a new car. I look forward to taking it up to Sausagefest in a few weeks. Uncle Meat will not be allowed to sleep in my car.
Look what shit-disturber Tom Morwood wrote!
What the hell, Facebook!? See the picture below? This is a dessert shop in Guelph that Facebook recommended to me.
I have to give them for authentic looking cock cakes. I like the added touch of the frosting on the one, and I like the inclusiveness of the different colours.
But why, Facebook why?
I catch a little bit of flak at work due to the size of my tupperware containers. OK, they are large, I admit it! When it comes to tupperware, for me it’s the bigger the better. I don’t need a bowl or a plate. I can eat my food right out of it. They tease me about it because I don’t eat much for lunch and the container is so much larger than any of the food inside.
On Thursday, I found a printout on my printer. Somebody specifically took this picture, added the dimensions, and then went to the trouble of printing it directly and anonymously to my printer!
All in good fun of course! I eventually tracked down the culprit. I found this prank hilarious — I hope you do too!
I like to sketch drawings of my co-workers in various situations. Garrett, Leo and Jen are my usual subject matter.Leo’s the fellow who once made helicopter sounds while proclaiming”I’m a propeller”. Therefore I drew a picture of him in flight with a giant propeller on his head.
This week, I drew the masterpiece below. Garrett and Jen were on opposing sides in lunchtime euchre. Therefore I took their rivalry to the next level. I hope you enjoy!
I like to hide pictures and so on in the back of filing cabinets. I was cleaning out mine at work, and saw this one from years and years ago. That’s why I do it! For those little surprises down the road.
There was no way I was letting Mrs. LeBrain throw out this treasure. A vintage New Kids on the Block pillow case from 1989! A keeper forever.
Sorry folks, I got nothin’ for this week’s Sunday Chuckle. So instead here’s a picture of a goofy face and bed head.
How do you like your eggs? Scrambled for me. But I’ve had ’em boiled (hard and soft), poached, fried (sunny side up or over easy), and Benny. How do your like your eggs?
I have a co-worker who likes them toasted.
Here’s the story. I came into work one day to find two eggs in the toaster. They belonged to Joe, an Italian tooling specialist. Picture this conversation with the stereotypical Mario accent.
M: “What’s up with your eggs, Joe?”
J: “Oh Mike! It was either my son or my wife! They thought it was funny if they take my boiled eggs and give me raw. I can tell they are raw just by touching them. So I put them in the toaster! They taste just as good! Maybe better! Don’t tell my son and wife, they think they got me, but they don’t know!”
So there you go, folks. Toasted eggs are better than hard boiled!
There’s a young guy at work who consistently makes me laugh. He’s uber-intelligent and quirky and does something weekly that just slays me.
For example, he makes sound effects. Sometimes he’s a UFO. The other week he was a pterodactyl. Once he was making sounds and proclaimed, “I’m a propeller!”
The most recent incident happened in the lunch room. I was sitting there beginning to consume my reheated-whatever, when in he walked…backwards. Right to the fridge, reaching behind him trying to open it and get his lunch. I’m sitting there in stitches, unable to eat!
I kept bugging him about it over the following days, calling him “The Backwards Man”.
“I only did that for like 10 seconds!” he protested.
That was a damn funny 10 seconds, man!