I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they
don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some
good ideas.
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.
I bet the main reason the police keep people away from a plane crash is
they don't want anybody walking in and lying down in the crash stuff,
then, when somebody comes up, act like they just woke up and go, "What
was THAT?!"
I'd rather be rich than stupid.
If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger,
screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I
guess I'm a coward.
When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if
they ever press charges.
I think someone should have had the decency to tell me the luncheon was
free. To make someone run out with potato salad in his hand, pretending
he's throwing up, is not what I call hospitality.
To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've
wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went
to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.
Most people don't realize that large pieces of coral, which have been
painted brown and attached to the skull by common wood screws, can make
a child look like a deer.
If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down?
We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
Better not take a dog on the space shuttle, because if he sticks his
head out when you're coming home his face might burn up.
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm
myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell.
When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left
on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's
head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot
better, and no harm done.
I'd like to see a nude opera, because when they hit those high notes, I
bet you can really see it in those genitals.
Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someones
neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh,
because what is that thing.
He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he
made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she
disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to
dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he
told the others, "I'll be waiting for you in heaven--with a gun."
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is
"God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to
tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take
my little nephew to DisneyLand, but instead I drove him to an old
burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said, "DisneyLand burned down." He
cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty
good joke. I started to drive over to the real DisneyLand, but it was
getting pretty late.
We used to laugh at Grandpa when he'd head off and go fishing. But we
wouldn't be laughing that evening when he'd come back with some whore he
picked up in town.
If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real
embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.
Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first
instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what is I was an ant, and she
fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny.
When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school
we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one
of us. It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a
bear.
A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you
call the guy and hold the burning fuse up to the phone.
"Hear that?" you say. "That's dynamite, baby."
Why do people in ship mutinies always ask for "better treatment"? I'd ask
for a pinball machine, because with all that rocking back and forth you'd
probably be able to get a lot of free games.
If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in
my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck
cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!"
and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just
say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice."
Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made
fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for
a free drink.
Fear can sometimes be a useful emotion.
I wish I had a Kryptonite cross, because then you could keep both
Dracula AND Superman away.
Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it
was a lucky guess. That way he develops a good, lucky feeling.
I think a good gift for the President would be a chocolate revolver.
And since he is so busy, you'd probably have to run up to him real quick
and give it to him.
If you're robbing a bank and you're pants fall down, I think it's okay
to laugh and to let the hostages laugh too, because, come on, life is funny.
If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid looking in a mirror, because
I bet that will really throw you into a panic.
Even though I was their captive, the Indians allowed me quite a bit
of freedom. I could walk freely, make my own meals, and even hurl
large rocks at their heads. It was only later that I discovered that
they were not Indians at all but only dirty-clothes hampers.
If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy,
throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think
how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a
real grenade at them.
Too bad when I was a kid there wasn't a guy in our class that everybody
called the "Cricket Boy", because I would have liked to stand up in class
and tell everybody, "You can make fun of the Cricket Boy if you want to,
but to me he's just like everybody else." Then everybody would leave
the Cricket Boy alone, and I'd invite him over to spend the night at
my house, but after about five minutes of that loud chirping I'd
have to kick him out. Maybe later we could get up a petition to get
the Cricket Family run out of town. Bye, Cricket Boy.
I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what
was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team,
aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team.
You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your
helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either
steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to
tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was
saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of
this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that
he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
For instance, let's say you're an astronaught on the moon and you fear
that your partner has been turned into Dracula. The next time he goes out
for the moon pieces, wham!, you just slam the door behind him and blast off.
He might call you on the radio and say he's not Dracula, but you just say,
"Think again, bat man."