Good Morning Great and Illustrious Campers,
This is one of the headers that Lethal Leprechaun made for me many years ago and I’m using it today because glancing through my calendar and Saturday would have been the tenth anniversary of Lethal being my partner in doing Leprechaun Laffs along with Dragon Laffs and since Wednesdays were the days that he normally published and Saturdays were the days that I normally published I just thought it would be a fitting tribute to use one of his old headers that he made for me and just put a little memory of him right up front. I miss you buddy. Every day.
He always had a warped sense of humor. Warped enough to match mine. I loved it when we ran the continuous stories where each episode we were pick up where the other left off. We would try to write each other into a corner and make it tougher and tougher for the other one to try and find a way out. He was a nutter for Irish mythology and was continuously throwing one Irish god or goddess at me or another and at one point in time we had Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (of course fitted out with the latest in modern weaponry) working for us. And I was forever being checked in and out of the Hokey Pokey Clinic.
We had a great run buddy, and the header to the blog still, to this day holds your moniker “Leprechaun Fables and Dragon Tales”. His “About Lethal Leprechaun” is still there and you can still read it. I haven’t really changed much since his passing. I haven’t had the heart since the two of us worked so hard to make the website what it is now.
Maybe I will someday and make it what it originally started out as. It was originally Dragon Laffs. I had been doing this for many years before Lethal came along, but I think for the 9 and a half years or so that Lethal was with me it turned into something special … it still is special, don’t get me wrong. But, it’s special in my way now, not in OUR way.
Have a beer for me buddy, we’ll meet up again some day, I’m sure of it. And the funny part is… we never met in real life. Spoke on the phone almost every day. Texted a hundred times a day. Shared thousands of emails. But he lived in Houston and I lived in Indiana and our paths never crossed in real life. Isn’t that funny.
He was always the brother from another mother. I still love you brother. Semper Fi.
Now, on to the other stuff. While I go wipe my eyes and blow my nose.
Time traveler: Hey what year is this?
Time traveler: Has it happened yet?
Time traveler: The disaster
Me: Do you have the slightest idea how little that narrows it down?
A little gray hair is a small price to pay for all this wisdom.
Stephanie sent this quick one. Sure hope it’s one she heard and not about her husband …
We have 2 dogs that are Boxers; big, house dogs who think they are lap dogs. We stopped to talk with someone whose dog jumped up on my husband. When the owner scolded the dog yelling, “Get down!” my husband said, “Don’t worry, it’s OK. He’s just smelling my Boxers.”
Now that is FRIGGIN’ AWESOME!!!!!
Potatoes make french fries, chips, and vodka. It’s like the other vegetables aren’t even trying.
No, dammit! We aren’t doing this shit again!!
What washes up on tiny beaches?
A neighbor suggested I put horse manure on my strawberries.
I’m sticking with whipped cream!
The problem with modern society in one quick cartoon.
I found a horror book written in braille. Something bad is going to happen; I can feel it.
Of course I talk like an idiot.
How else could you understand me?
The Bozo criminal for today comes from Coram, New York where Bozo James Prescott heard police knocking on his front door. He knew they were there to serve him with a warrant for petty larceny and assault. So, our bozo decides he will try to escape–through a roof vent. Once on the roof, with the house surrounded, the bozo realizes his only hope for getaway is to flee through a sump that leads to an underground sewer pipe. One problem, the sewer pipe is only 18 inches wide. Still, our bozo managed to squirm about 200 feet before getting stuck. And there he stayed, literally trying to keep his head above water and above everything else while praying no one in the house flushes a toilet. He waited for the cops to go away. They didn’t. Finally, after being stuck in the pipe for five hours, he called out for the cops to come rescue him, which they did, just before they hosed down and arrested him.
Thanks to John S for sending us these Bozo’s of the day!
Is that true, Peter?
The desire to tell stories that a lot of you have sent me about different protests across the country and share them here are almost overwhelming, but that is not really what I’m here about. And because if I do I’ll start ranting again and that is not what I want to do either. Suffice it to say that there are a lot of good stories and bad stories out there and I appreciate you sending them to me and I enjoy reading them and I want you to continue sending them to me.
I’m considering setting up a pair of “door pants” by the front door so I have a quick and easy access to pants when delivery people and such come to the house.
Ah, the L’s. From Licking outlets, to Life, to Lobster Knife fights. We’ve got it all here for you.
That’s a really good point. She probably wouldn’t have been that way had she been out with you at the pub drinking beer. Or even at home by herself drinking beer. Or out with her mates drinking beer. It’s the damn tea!
There is absolutely nothing I can add to that to make it better.
Marsha answered be about Joe L. and south Jersey …
Beesley’s point…if I remember right that is the best place to hunt for Cape May diamonds. I’ve been gone from Jersey 26 years now…still miss the ocean and the food …oh and the kids. Getting old sucks…but I did love the shore…used to work nights and sleep on the wildwood shore…34th street…or there abouts. Yep have the sun spots to prove it…yep would do it all again….thanks for the brief mental trip.
Thanks Nursey, Jersey Girl. Ah … the good old days, sleeping on the beach, surfing, sailing, I swear as a kid I spent more time on the water than I did on dry land.
My son asked me if a punch bowl is where you keep the names of people you want to punch.
I usually keep them in my head, but storing them in decorative crystal seems really classy.
Okay, can we say it all together?
Actually from the looks of things, I’d say two fucking idiots.
50% of Canada is A
My daughter came up to me the other day and started coloring the top of my arm. She was just looking for a shoulder to crayon.
It’s been six months since I joined the gym and no progress. I’m going there in person tomorrow to see what’s really going on.
I have a friend who is a taxidermist. If you ask him what he does, he says, “Oh, you know, stuff.”
And that is it for me for today. I hope you had a wonderful trip through my mind. Be sure to tip your waitress on the way out. And if you wish to communicate, send jokes, cartoons, memes, articles, well wishes, death threats, or anything in between, you can use firstname.lastname@example.org. Until next time.