Well, That's One Way to Do It
Picture this: You're headed to the airport. You've been planning this trip for a long time, but it looks like you're going to miss your flight. What do you do?
An Italian couple solved it this way. They were late, the stairway to the plane had been removed and the plane was moving away from the terminal. The boarding door was locked, so the couple went to an adjacent unguarded boarding door, forced it open, and ran out onto the tarmac.
For some reason the plane didn't let them board. The security staff caught up with them and hauled them off to jail.
They tried an alternate method of catching their plane and it didn't work. Now they know.
And They Say Vegetables Are Good For You
All my life I've been told that vegetables are good for me and just lately I've begun to believe it. It has been sort of like brainwashing. You hear something so long and pretty soon your brain assumes it's true. But this news has set the process back about forty years.
In Southern California a woman hit her boyfriend in the head with a can of carrots, a can of chicken broth, and a can of peas. The boyfriend didn't survive the dose of vegetables, which didn't surprise me at all. And it wasn't even a good combination of canned goods at that. The girlfriend probably isn't a very good cook.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
From Uncle Vellanoff's Journal
Why Ask Me
Why Ask Me
One topic of conversation
that was common in all parts of the country and all levels of society was the
weather.
One time
when we were playing in Seattle it had rained for a week. As often happened, we
were invited to the home of a show-admirer. When we were sitting around the
dining room table and conversation sort of lagged, I asked the young son, “Does
it ever quit raining around here?”
The kid
said, somewhat belligerently, “How should I know, I’m only seven years old.”
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
That’s What Happens When You Have Too Much Of A
Good Thing!
As reported by Michael Holden for Reuters, England has had so many kings and queens that they seem to have become a little careless with them. Several years ago they found King Richard III buried under a parking lot. That doesn’t seem very respectful.
Now they have somehow mislaid King Henry.
This seems a little slapdash to me.
With all due respect, how does all this make the current queen feel.
A little uneasy I would bet. I hope that she has a place picked out as her
final resting place, and I hope that she has some notes stuck around the palace
reminding people where that place is.
I’ll Bet He’ll Vote Next Time
An
Arizona woman was upset because her husband didn’t vote. So what did she do
about it? Driving her car, she chased the guy down and ran over him. He now has
a broken pelvis and other injuries to remind him of the error of his ways.
The current plan is for her to spend 3 ½
years in prison, and then spend another 4 years of supervised probation.
Now, getting-out-the-vote is a universal
problem that every political entity struggles with---at least in any kind of
system approaching a democracy. To solve this dilemma, each one of us who does
vote could just each take one non-voting person and run over them, thereby convincing
them they should vote. Then that person could run over someone, and that person
someone, and pretty soon we would have everyone voting for fear of getting run
over again.
Well then again, maybe it’s not such a good idea. Please don’t go out and run over someone. That’s Wrong With “No Comment?”
In New Haven, Conn. early one morning a woman called police to report a break-in. She heard a noise in the hall and called out, “Who’s there?” and got the reply, “Bob.” With that, the man fled from the house.
The police say there are looking for a burglar named Bob. WOW! Talk about a hot lead---no description, no fingerprints, no stolen goods to track, just “Bob.”
What surprises me is that the police would put out a statement admitting they have such a lame lead. Just plain embarrassing. Whatever happened to “No comment, or “We can’t discuss an ongoing investigation,” or just plain “Go away."
I’m guessing that Press Officer is now writing parking tickets in the New Haven slums.
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