The featured photo for this week’s Sunday Chuckle was sent to us by Boppin, who thought these “woods wipes” would be perfect for Sausagefest. The funny this is that we actually have a Bucky at Sausagefest.
Bucky commented, “Copyright infringement right here. I sell my actual shit under the same branding. Don’t judge, we all got stuff on the side.”
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I was at Subway the other day. The girl in line ahead of me turned and said, “Has anyone told you that you look like Mike Hamill?”
“I’m sorry, who?” I responded.
“Luke Skywalker,” came the answer.
“Oh! MARK Hamill! And yes!”
It’s true. I’m frequently told I look like old Luke…when I have my beard, that is. Lightsaber is optional.
Long time readers know that LeBrain’s dad is a unique and hilarious individual. That’s why I have an entire category dedicated to “Shit LeBrain’s Dad Says“. One of his quirks is refusing to call things or people by their proper names. Therefore, “Lady Gaga” is “Lady Googoo” and he never called any pet we owned by their proper names. Crystal = “Gozer”. Ani = “Johnny”.
His latest name invention belongs to Jen’s surgeon, Dr. Sugimoto. It came to me as no surprise when he asked, “So what does Dr. Quasimodo think of Jen’s recovery?”
Sorry, Dr. Sugimoto, that’s just the way my dad is! It’s easier for him to remember names if he just makes them up.
Readers here might recall the story of “Herbert” in Getting More Tale #544: Canned Corn. I was in his office the other day, and I have to admit, he got me.
We were having a discussion about a customer pickup, when he pointed to the bottom left corner of his computer screen.
“What’s that say?” he asked.
I leaned in to look at the clock in the corner. “11:30 am” I responded. And that’s when I noticed he was “wafting” a fart into my face with his hands. 11:30 am is the time I got wafted.
Are you familiar with the song “Sweet Pain” by Kiss, off 1976’s legendary Destroyer album? Uncle Meat is. If you can’t remember how it goes, here’s a refresher:
Now, listen to Uncle Meat’s version, which I found on my voicemail last week:
My mother in law was in the room when I played this voicemail.
Hey, you gotta admit the guy can sing!
If you have been keeping up with Cancer Chronicles, then you know that after surgery, passing gas can be a challenge. Even tougher: pooping!
Mrs. LeBrain’s successful surgery resulted in some unpleasant side effects, such as constipation. But don’t worry. She kept me posted every step of the way.
It was a joy when she sent me the text message below:
Thank you Burger King for you assistance in this matter.
I hate Bingo. I went with Jen a couple times. Didn’t win anything, didn’t enjoy the game. This is how I spent my time last time I played (photo courtesy of Scott):
It’s the first Sunday Chuckle of 2018!
Jen and I were picking up her mom at the downtown train station. I spotted this guy with a box strapped to his backpack. Pretty smart, I thought! An original and unique solution to travel.
Sunday Chuckle was a new feature in 2017 — just something to read over your morning coffee to make you smile. Would you like to see the Sunday Chuckle return in 2018?
Here in one handy-dandy location are all the 2017 Sunday Chuckles. Some are still funny, some are duds, but here they are! Thanks for reading along this past year.
I found Jasper from the Simpsons on my filing cabinet one morning, with a motivational message!
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