Cracking Up

This post contains crude, silly, juvenile humor. I've already admitted that I have a weakness for this kind of stuff. I understand that not everyone is so easily amused. If you are not, or you happen have a monkey butt, please accept my apologies.

I haven't been doing enough laughing lately, so it was excellent timing when I opened a group email last night from a friend. These are people I knew from my Massachusetts days and we all still keep in touch even though some of us have moved away. Lots of times the subject is bizarre-o stuff we've found on the internet and want to share. Friends don't let friends miss funny stuff on the internets!

Last night's email was titled "Anti WHAT?" and contained a link to this product:

Heh heh heh.... That, plus the responses to it, had me laughing hard enough to hurt. After a few exchanges, she sent around another product link for this:


Gack!! Can you imagine approaching the register with this stuff? The first two reminded me of another product I have run across somewhere (maybe one of your blogs, who knows?). So I sent around the link for Crack Creme.


And as an added bonus, when I searched the drugstore site for "crack", I also found this beauty!


By this time, I was laughing uncontrollably, like Beavis and Butthead in a sex-ed class. Sadly, I was at work and had to knock it off. But assembling the photos for this admittedly very juvenile post got me going again. Laughing feels good. And is easy to induce in people like me, who have a decidedly low-brow sense of humor. PDM doesn't understand it. But sometimes there is nothing funnier than a good butt joke. Except maybe a good fart joke...

Forwards and Backwards

Do you get a lot of email forwards? Do you like them? I generally don't forward much of what crosses my Inbox. To be honest, most of the forwards are things I have seen a dozen times over several years, and most are of dubious accuracy. It doesn't take more than a minute or two to check the facts, if there is any doubt. Sure, I'll make an exception and forward if I see something that I am sure someone will like, but those are narrowly targeted and rare. I enjoy friends forwarding choice finds that they know I will like or get a laugh out of (because they understand what I find funny or interesting). But a lot of what I get I delete without opening. If it is not thought-provoking, and VETTED (preferably with verifiable sources quoted), or at least funny as hell, I don't want to waste my time.

So if you know my email address and are reading this: Please do NOT send me anything non-personal that is NOT (a)hilarious or deeply twisted, or (b)interesting, scientific or thought-provoking (must be true, not hysterical or circumstantial), or (c)something that you KNOW FOR A FACT that I am truly interested in, or (d)pictures of friends or family (bonus if they are doing something embarassing or funny). In particular, I am completely disinterested in receiving anything of a political nature that is shrill, distorted, unscientific, unsupported by verifiable facts (and I WILL check), not supported by coherent arguments, or just plain mean.

/rant

Sorry... cranky tonight.

Stealth Spam Attack!

I sent an email to my sister this morning asking for some travel advice about a possible trip to San Diego. She lives in a beach town north of there and I knew she would be full of ideas. I checked my mail a few hours later and she had sent a series of replies with blurbs and links about that area. All the new messages in my In Box were from her (or so I thought). So as I finished each message, I clicked "next" to get the next one on the list. It was all good stuff - cool places to stay and some things we might like to do. Finally, I opened the last one and it said:

"If you are in need for information dealing with which way you may foster some more mass for your rod, you've got to see our site."

Huh?!? What? Oh. It's an email with info and a link, but this one's not from my sister. I laughed so loud I had to get up and shut my door. "Foster some more mass for your rod" just cracked me up for some reason.

It doesn't seem quite as funny now. But imagine reading that sentence with its oddly formal choice of words to describe something crude, while fully expecting it to be about things to do in the San Diego area, and imagine the awkward, sudden shifting of mental gears as it becomes clear what has occurred. Yeah, it was damn funny at the time. I laughed myself silly.