Category: Humor

Various things designed to get you to expel air in an unplanned manner while showing more teeth than you usually do.

  • Exhausted Congress Enjoys Summer Break

    Congressional weasels take a break from screwing America
    Congressional weasels take a well-deserved break from screwing America

    “It’s tiring doing nothing to help the American people,” said an anonymous congressman as he headed off for the five-week Summer break Congress that began on Monday.

    “If I had one more day of obstructing progress, I think I’d die,” said another lawmaker. “People have no idea how hard it is to try and bring the country to its knees and grind our economy into the ground.”

    “I came here with one stated purpose,” said a Senator who demanded his name not be disclosed, “and that was to prove that government doesn’t work. I wanted to be elected so I could wreck the political system from the inside. It’s a noble goal I have, like strangling a kitten to prove it doesn’t really need lungs. Of course, cats have eight more lives.”

    “My arms are exhausted,” said another congress member,” from acting as a puppet to special interest groups. The strings are killing me!”

    Congress people scattered across the country to enjoy their well-earned break. “We’ve got to come back in five weeks,” said a congresswoman, “and we’ll have to be in great shape to endure what lobbyists do to bend our ears: endless rich dinners, expensive booze and getting our pockets stuffed with contribution checks It’s tough work, but it’s what I came to Washington to do! And when I decide to get off this gravy train, I want to be a lobbyist. Why not? I’ll have a great healthcare and pension plan for life.”

  • On Casting Perfect Actors

    "Hitch" could be persuasive when he asked actors to dinner.
    “Hitch” could be persuasive when he asked actors to dinner.

    Alfred Hitchcock once described actors as cattle, which explains why he was arrested for cannibalism so often.

    There is an art to casting the perfect actor for your commercial or project. I want to show you the kind of detailed casting specs I give when I’m looking to fill roles.

    Samuel Dunkirker, The Doctor:
    He is tall and surrounds himself with children furniture to appear even taller. He likes to grab his belly when he laughs, as if he were a giant.

    The doctor wears his framed medical degree around his neck, like a medallion.

    His bedside manner is calm yet manic. He has a soothing voice and says comforting things like, “Well, I don’t give you much time to live…” He will then shift gears and shout to the floor, “Damn you disease! Damn you straight to hell!!!” He’ll sob, regain composure and continue speaking in a reassuring voice to the patient, “How about that Jell-O salad on the menu today? Wasn’t that some kind of jiggle-i-cious?”

    He has a rash in a secret place.

    Celia, The Patient

    She is a woman 34, maybe 34-and-a-half. No, scratch that. She’s 34, no more, no less. 34 exactly. In fact, today’s her birthday. That’s right, her birthday!

    She has birthday cake icing on her lips and nose.

    She walks left foot in front of right in a manner that results in forward locomotion. It’s quite remarkable, really, how she does this.

    Celia is in love with Paul but he doesn’t know it. How would he? Paul is such a selfish egotistical bastard, it’s amazing he notices anything. I swear, he’s so high and mighty we all hope that one day he’ll dismount that high horse and get to know us– and especially get to know Celia and how much she loves him!

    Celia has blue eyes, the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen.

    Paul, the invisible intern

    Paul is pretty high on himself, he’s also left-handed. Oh, and he’s invisible so we’ll need a special kind of actor to pull this role off…

    Yancy, the pirate

    He’s got an eyepatch, pegleg and parrot on his shoulder. He’s a real fish out of water in Memorial Hope & Cheery Redemption Hospital.

    Unlike most pirates, Yancy mumbles. Weird, no one can appreciate his pirate-speak.

    Yancy loves Celia for her blue eyes and her 2012 Toyota Camry. Yancy prefers even numbers to odd, this should be telegraphed and apparent in his performance.

  • “Snowden Must Go!” Says Russian Shop Owner

    Home sweet home, but for how long?
    Home sweet home, but for how long?

    National Security Agency leaker Edward Snowden is a man without a country, and a man without many fans at the Moscow Airport he has been holed-up in for weeks now.

    “The guy’s a bum,” said Aleksey Tangomir who operates a newsstand at the airport. “Every day he comes by here stinking like a dead sewer rat who doesn’t use deodorant. He thumbs through the magazines and plays with the souvenir Putin stuffed dolls or the secret police keychains with the retractable 6″ serrated blade and pop-up Makarov pistol, but the cheap bastard never buys anything. I’m sick of him. Yankee go home!”

    Nikodim Driscoll, manages the chain restaurant Borscht-A-Teria in the airport. He wants Snowden out. “He comes around here saying he will swap secrets for Borscht. Wants to tell me how American big brother is watching Americans. Who cares? My big brother works for KGB, I know he watches us. My sister was disappeared last year! I tell Snowden, ‘No borscht for you!’ but he never laughs. Must not be a Seinfeld fan. Who needs him?”

  • Teddy Roosevelt’s Bucket List Discovered

    New discovery reveals there was much T.R. wanted to do before he died
    New discovery reveals there was much T.R. wanted to do before he died

    Tom Westsforshire, the world’s foremost authority on Theodore “T.R.” Roosevelt, recently discovered the ‘bucket list’ of the 26th President of the U.S.

    “Of course, back then there was no such term as ‘bucket list.’ TR called his list ‘Stuff To Do Before Dirt Napping’– same dif.”

    Westsforshire gave The Lint Screen this exclusive sneak peak of the list.

    1. Shave my stupid ‘stache and grow some epic mutton chops w/ soul patch
    2. Carry big stick
    3. Learn tap then learn how to ride a horse– teach it tap, too!
    4. Give cuz Franklin D. a noogie to end all noogies
    5. Visit Utica, New York, get a sauerkraut foot long
    6. Get mug done on side of mountain
    7. Ditch the glasses, get Lazik– swing!
    8. Wear lacy dresses and accessorize accordingly
    9. Get a stuffed animal named after me– Theodore Caniform?

  • Cute Cat Kills Cute Girl

    "Cuddles" killed Sally to garner more share of cuteness spotlight.
    “Cuddles” killed Sally to garner a larger share of the cuteness spotlight.

    The German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once said, “There is only so much cuteness in this world to go around.” And, brother, maybe he was right!

    This morning, a cute kitty named “Cuddles” ripped the face off its owner, a precocious and cute little girl named Sally Jeffers in Roanoke, Virginia. As a result of the cat-inflicted injuries, Sally bled out and will be retired to a plot in Mother Earth.

    “It’s tragic,” said Dr. Vincent Dundersin, the emergency room physician who tried to save Sally’s life. “There were claws imbedded in her cheekbone. That cat went wild with fury, but let me tell you, that kitten looked so incredibly innocent when I pulled it off her face. In fact, the little bundle of fluffy fur and whiskers meowed and purred as it gently licked a ribbon of her dangling ripped flesh. It was precious and adorable. The nurses and me just said, “Aw, isn’t that the cutest thing! Kitty misses his master!”

    “I believe Cuddles felt threatened by Sally’s cuteness,” said noted animal psychiatrist Dr. J. Sigmund Grengor, “and Cuddles took action for self-preservation. What else could he do? If an animal feels threatened, he acts.”

    Perhaps the level of cuteness in the world is stable, for now.

  • Sticky Fingers Putin

    Putin stole my trophy!
    Putin stole my trophy!

    Now that Robert Kraft has ratted-out Rooskie leader Vlad Putin as a no goodnik thief, I want to tell my story of how the commie head cheese stole from me.

    It was April, 2004. I had been invited by the red bigwig because Facebook had recently been launched and the Vladster wanted to know if he should join–– and if so, what his “friending strategy” should be.

    As was my habit back then, I traveled with my second place spelling bee trophy from the fourth grade class of St. Pat’s Elementary School in Hubbard, Ohio. Although I was a junior in high school when I had won the trophy, I was proud of my incredible accomplishment and recognition.

    Anyway, I showed the trophy to Putin and he was impressed with its heft. “I could kill someone with this,” he quipped.

    “Yes,” I said, “and then write a letter-perfect obituary for your victim.”

    Vlad liked my joke and he crouched low and began doing that crazy Russin kicking dance. Then he kick-danced out the door with my trophy in hand. I went to follow him but six large K.G.B. agents surrounded me. “Bad idea, comrade,” one of them said to me. “Let it go, dude,” said another.

    So I did nothing. Later at a meeting, I requested that the trophy be returned, but Putin just looked at me, cocked his head and said, “And you are?…”

    Four years later, Putin finally did join Facebook and he “friended” me. I’ve yet to respond.

    I want my Buster Buzzy Bee-Bee back!