I was watching morning news the other day and they had a segment on losing
weight. So I thought what the hell I've put on the equivalent of a small
child this year so I'll watch. They had some
cute little blonde on there telling me
I need more exercise. (To hell with that I was hoping for a miracle pill
or something.)Even though I disagree I kept watching because after all she
was blonde and cute. The best part was when she started demonstrating the
stair stepper. This was not bad as far as morning TV goes. It was so good
I even kept the sound on. Although I admit that was mostly because of an
over sight on my part. But the world is a strange place and because of that
I was rewarded for forgetting to mute the television. I was rewarded by the
following. Julie Chen asked her "what can you do if you don't have this expensive
equipment". Blondie(or is it cutie?) answered politely. I don't remember
her exact words but something like, you can do lots of things like walk.
The reason I don't remember her exact words are because of the flood of thoughts
that came to my mind(or was it the tequila I consumed the night before?)
Right away I shouted at the television. "You stupid bitch! Maybe you
could climb real stairs! That might be almost as good as a stair stepper
you dip shit!"
Where the hell do they get these people? I think they might want to start
taping and editing their comments for stupidity. Not to save her from
embarrassment but to save the jackass's job who hired such a moron. But who
am I to complain. I enjoyed the show.
This actually reminded me of a time I was watching the news and a local
politician said" We have no tolerance for intolerant people." I swear he
really said that. Hey not even I can make something like that up.
November 28
Happy Thanksgiving!
As another Thanksgiving arrives I think of a few of the things I am thankful
for.
A loving wife
healthy children
good friends
a riding lawn mower
a comfortable lawn chair
ESPN
Chipper Jones
Prime Rib
Football on Sundays
Hooters
Shania Twain
America's Armed Forces
a big Turkey when the rest of the world is eating dirt
We live in a nation with attention deficit disorder. We can't decide who
it is we want dead first. Ten years ago it was Saddam. Last year it was Bin
Laden. This year it is Saddam again. We need to decide which one we want
first, kill him, then move on to the next bad guy. All this switching back
and forth gives me a pain in the neck from swiveling my head back and forth.
My personal favorite is Bin Laden. I think he deserves to die first. He has
earned the right. I don't care if we have to go door to door starting in
Kabul and ending in Omaha lets find the bastard and exterminate him. Then
we can move on to over throwing Iraq.
Hell we practically had it destroyed once before so it shouldn't take long.
A month or so of sending cruise missiles should do the trick. And if it doesn't
I'm sure there are some fighter pilots that still remember the way to Bagdad.
So let us make a to-do list.
A) We kill Bin Laden
B) Over throw Iraq
Then I have some suggestions after that.
C) We sedate Richard Simmons
D) Muzzle Carrot Top
D) Gag Oprah and her husband Dr. Phil
E) Fire Bud Selig
F) Drown all lawyers
G) Make doctors government employees with an hourly pay rate
H) Have mailmen pickup garbage while they are on their route
I) Make garbagemen responsible for any containers they destroy
J) Air condition the state of Florida
K) Put a dome over Seattle
L) Make hot wings free for all Americans
M) Make it lawful for women to go topless until the age of 45
N) Consolidate all fast food restaurants to free up real estate
O) Outlaw snow on the days I travel more than ten miles
P) Outlaw popup adds on websites
Q) Make all legal porn free to the masses
R) Make child porn punishable by death
S) Do away with all wild card playoff spots in all sports
T) Post signs outside the homes of antigun people so crooks know who to rob
safely
U) Make beer free during the first three innings in major league stadiums
V) Make all pro coaches spend every fourth year coaching youth sports
W) Make any pro athlete who acts unsportsman like to play one year for free
X) Make it mandatory for all websites to have a link to Club Husband.Com
Y) Have a government funded retirement for webmasters above the age of 40
Z) And of course outlaw bare midriff shirts on anyone more than two pounds
over weight
November 26
A month till Christmas! The celebration of our saviors birth. A day where
we all get together and eat too much, drink too much and show everyone that
we spent too much.
Christmas in America has become such a conglomeration of all the traditions
from different nationalities that we can no longer tell the celebration of
Christmas from the acts of our drunken brother in-law.
Isn't it odd that we celebrate the birth of the Lord's son by hanging things
from a wooden object. A little ironic wouldn't you say? Also odd that the
patron Saint of sailors, St. Nick, has surpassed Christ as the center of
the holiday. We may call him Santa Claus but he still is the guy that cares
for drunken sailors at the Vegas conventions.
If it was up to me Santa Claus would be the patron Saint of commercialism.
How many of you know that our image of Santa as a fat little bearded man
was invented in 1935 by the Coca Cola company. That was the year they first
began their yearly depiction of Santa drinking a Coke. Thank God we didn't
wait another 50 years or we'd all be waiting for a polar bear to come down
our chimneys. I ask you, what would we leave out for a bear? A whole cow?
Certainly not a few cookies and some milk. Another thought, the night a polar
bear comes into my living room I get a new rug and anyone scheduled for delivery
after me is sadly out of luck.
Let me finish this with what I think is the oddest tradition of all. Kissing
under the mistletoe. As a general rule kissing is always good. But under
mistletoe? Mistletoe is a parasitic plant that lives off the life of trees.
But that is not the worst of it. The common name of the plant is derived
from the ancient druids belief that mistletoe was propagated from bird
crap. This belief was related to the then accepted principle that life could
spring from dung. It was observed in ancient times that mistletoe would often
appear on a branch or twig where birds had left droppings. "Mistel" is the
Anglo-Saxon word for "dung," and "tan" is the word for "twig". So, mistletoe
means "dung-on-a-twig". In plain terms we are kissing under shit on a stick.
So let us go forth and celebrate the birth of a Savior. We will hang our
balls from trees. We will visit Claus and his drunken sailors. We will hope
Coca Cola doesn't layoff Santa because bears work cheaper. But most of all
we will pause in doorways and kiss the women with the eternal hope that the
shit stick doesn't fall on us.
November 25
Winter is here and the mower is gone. Really not gone but put away. Far,
far away. I don't want to see that damn mower ever again. Next year I'm hiring
a college coed to mow my lawn. Not one of those mousy bookish types either.
I'm going for one of those Physical Education majors. And let me tell you
I'm not settling for a women golfer type. I think I'll try for a volleyball
player. Maybe basketball. But definitely one of those female athletes with
long legs and big smiles. A pair of legs that leads to something that would
be fun to watch push a mower around the yard.
Why is a library free but a video store isn't? Are movies more important
than books? Is there a mystery why our children think so? The strangest thing
is it costs to rent movies and its's free to rent books but most of our children
have never been to a library outside of their schools. Can the same be said
about the video store? I suggest you get off your ass take and take your
kid to a library.
Who knows maybe the little booger eater will like to read so much that he
will become successful and support your bad habits long after your wife grows
tired. It's a hell of a lot better bet then him becoming successful sitting
on the couch next to you eating chicken wings and being able to support your
old disgusting habits twenty years from now.
November 23
I'm back! Did you miss me? Of course you did. You haven't had any crap for
a week. No one to point out lifes little peculiarities. So let me take this
time to point out a few.
The telephone company has an automated answering machine
Some bottled waters cost more per gallon than gasoline
Gasoline taste better than some tap waters
The more channels we get on our TVs the less there is to watch
Actors pretending to be policemen make more money than the real thing
More people watch Leno than Letterman
The Constitution has to be interpreted even though it is written in English
America gives a crap what France thinks on any issue let alone war
People travel abroad even though they haven't seen all of America
We believe politicians who wear combovers even though they lie to their own
mirrors
Reno is west of Los Angeles even though Nevada is east of California
Cowboys ride bulls or horses but not cows
My dog has a license but he can't drive
A mini van is bigger than a maxi pad
TGIFs are open everyday
Men of the cloth work on the sabbath even though God ordered them to rest
And with that I shall rest.
November 14
I would like to volunteer my services as the next guru of good taste. Now
that it looks more and more like Martha Stewart is going to be designing
slip covers for cell cots America is going to need a new leader. I think
I can do it.
I've seen the crap she tries to pass off as food I know I can do better.
She is one of the few people I have seen that can take a fine piece of meat
and turn it into something I wouldn't feed to a cat. And everyone knows how
I hate cats! How she can go to a butcher shop pay fourteen dollars a pound
for beef then screw it up. Listen stupid when you have good piece of beef
you do two things. Throw it on the fire and flip it over. Anything else is
a crime. But I guess I don't have to explain to you about crime.
The kind of dishes you cook or actually you have someone else cook, while
you take credit are nothing but overkill. If you have a decent product to
start and a few spices the rest is skill. But if you have a great product
and some kind of french sauce the rest is covering up the lack of skill.
So America I think I can lead you to a better culinary place.
Now as far as her crafts go, I can't compete. Truthfully I have never made
a greeting card holder out of a turkey skeleton. I usually just make soup
out of it. But I am willing to learn. I do have some ideas if you are patient
I am sure I could come up with more.
I can make confetti out a phone bill. I can also make a phone out of two
cans and a string. This I learned after making too many phone bills into
confetti.
I can make an excuse out of any situation. Example, she wasn't a lap dancer
honey, she thought I was Santa Claus and she obviously needs a pair of pants
and a shirt for Christmas.
As you can read I do have some talent in this area. I do concede I'm not
up to Martha's standards especially in the excuse area. Example, I had no
inside information, it is just a coincidence that my stock broker did and
I sold the same day he did. I admit I can't compete with that one. Although
I will contend that mine are maybe not as big but they far more believable.
So America please let me be your good taste guru. What's the worst that could
happen?
Somebody get arrested?
November 13
I thought I'd seen it all till last week. I was watching
the weather and saw the most amazing thing. I saw a weather woman standing
in a torrential down pour complete with hood and umbrella reporting that
the drought is not yet over. Well honey let me give you a clue. When fish
are drowning in your yard the drought is officially over. I don't give a
crap how many inches of rain we are below last year or last month the drought
is over when your car floats away. It doesn't matter if we are below our
average rain fall for the year when my shed becomes a hot tub without the
hot the drought is over. Are you getting the idea weather girl? Let me be
the first to say. One more time. The drought is over!
November 12
How times have changed. When I was a small boy I can
remember watching Bonanza every Sunday night with my Dad. It was his only
night off and there was only two channels so there never was a discussion.
Sunday night we watched Bonanza case closed. I don't even know what was on
the other channel because all I ever saw was the Cartwrights.
Now I have boys of my own and we still watch Bonanza.
The differences are that I work at home so I have every night off. We also
have more than two channels. At last count we have 155 channels. But we still
watch a western that has not had a new episode in thirty years.
Is it because it makes me miss my Dad less? Maybe.
Is it because it reminds me of a simpler time in my life? Could be. Is it
because it is still the best thing on TV? We think so.
But unfortunately I don't think it's the best show
on television because of it's acting. Although it was very good. I don't
think it's the best show on TV because it was one of the first shows that
was in color. Color TV just isn't as impressive as it was in my childhood.
I think it's the best show on day after day, almost hour after hour, thanks
to TV Land, because the geniuses that run the networks haven't had an original
idea since Milton Berle was king.
Year after year they copy each others hits until they
make us run from the television screaming. Right now if you took the ER clones,
the Law and Orders and the C.S.I.s off the air you wouldn't have enough shows
to fill one night. Well maybe one night. But if you threw in the shows with
a flaming gay character, David Letterman would come on right after the evening
news with Dan Rather.
Well at least that way I could get some sleep instead
of mindlessly surfing the channels and muttering to myself. "For seventy-five
bucks a month you'd think there'd be something good to watch."
November 10
No crap today just football.
November 9
McDonalds has been saved! The stumbling giant
of fast food has come up with a plan to reverse it's recent misfortune. They
are going to sell cobb and caesar salads. What a master stroke. Sell up scale
salads to people that want a 79 cent hamburger. These people at McDonalds
are brilliant. They have to be because their strategy is way beyond my
comprehension.
I have studied this since I first read about it and
I can't figure out what they are thinking. Their thought processes seem to
be way beyond a normal human beings abilities. There is no way a normal person
would have thought to sell four dollar salads in a restaurant that is having
trouble producing cheap hamburgers at a rate that satisfies their customers.
And to make it even more amazing they are going to start doing this nationally
during the Christmas shopping season when no one is looking to spend much
money eating out. But apparently McDonalds is looking for the shock value
to spur this new menu or why else would they roll out a salad promotion going
into the winter. A traditionally hard time for selling salads any where let
alone in a fast food restaurant.
My only suggestion to the kings of fast food is, if
you are going to let Ronald make decisions you might want to stop selling
beer and wine in the corporate headquarters. Yes believe it or not McDonalds
sells beer and wine in the corporate offices lobby restaurant. Think about
it. How else would you explain how the company has been run since Ray Kroc,
the founder, died?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in
Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel
carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the bar room loudmouth, dumber than five wooden
planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in
the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th
parallel.
She (or he) is the nurse who fought against futility
and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back
another - or didn't come back AT ALL.
He is the Parris Island drill instructor who has never
seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account
rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's
backs.
He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his
ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons
and medals pass him by, but keeps the supply lines full.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The
Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever
preserve the memory of all anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized
with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket
- palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp
and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when
the nightmares come.
He is the brother who gave up his scholarships and
gambled his future to fight the Cold War.
He is the father who now rests not at the nursing
home but at the veterans cemetery. The same man who when told The President
needed his help in defending the country didn't ask why. He only asked
where?
He is the nephew of a Cold Warrior. He is the Grandson of a Roosevelt soldier.
He is the older brother who stands between evil and America. He is the son
of proud parents. But most of all he is the proof that America's future shines
bright because his generation has chosen to carry the torch high and proud
without fear. He is Bin Laden's worst nightmare.He is his country's greatest
asset. He is a United States Marine.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being
- a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service
of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have
to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the
darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony
on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served
our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That's all most people need,
and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been
awarded or were awarded.
Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU."
It's the soldier, not the reporter, Who gave us our
freedom of the press.
It's the soldier, not the poet, Who gave us our freedom
of speech.
It's the soldier, not the campus organizer, Who gave
us our freedom to demonstrate.
It's the soldier, Who salutes the flag, Who serves
others with respect for the flag, And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.
(Please send this on after a short prayer.)
Prayer for our Servicemen
Lord, hold our troops in Your loving hands. Protect
them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts
they perform for us in our time of need. I ask this in the name of Jesus,
our Lord and Savior. Amen.
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When you read this, please stop for a moment and say
a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan.
Of all the gifts you could give a U.S. serviceman,
prayer is the very best one.
Amen
This was sent in by a reader
November 7
I don't care what the feminists(any woman who disagrees
with Club Husband) say, Penthouse is still the greatest magazine on Earth.
The women are unbelievable and so are the Forum letters but who cares. The
magazine has everything a man could want. Pages and pages of beautiful women
and stories that make you believe that if you sit around eating pizza by
yourself a hot horny woman might stop by and have her way with you. If you
are real lucky she might have a even hotter friend who wants to join the
fun. We know it's a one in a million shot but what the hell that's better
than nothing. And it's a hell of a lot better than sitting around eating
pizza without Penthouse. So guys do yourself a favor and enjoy an American
institution.
It's your patriotic duty!
November 6
Another election is over and the winner
is..........................old , rich, white guys. What a surprise! Except
for a couple winners who were old, rich, white women, the old rich, white
guys dominated the victory list. But not only did the old, rich ,white guys
win their elections, they also ran the elections. They even did most of the
reporting of the elections.
So America can be proud. We are a nation for the rich,
by the rich and of the rich. Just the way the founding fathers intended.
The only difference between us and the founders are they admitted it and
we are in denial.
I for one don't think we should deny it. I think our
system is not perfect but it is the closer than other governments. So I beg
you not to try to change it. Leave it the way it is. At least till I'm gone.
Because being an middle aged, middle class, white guy, I'd hate to see it
get changed right before I get to be an old rich white guy.
So you can love it or leave it but for God's sake
let me have my turn!
November 5
HOW CAN YOU LIVE WITHOUT KNOWING THESE THINGS?
Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than
the US Treasury.
If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has
both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one
front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle.
If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural
causes.
In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on
bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened,
making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase "goodnight, sleep
tight".
It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years
ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his
son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because
their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month we
know today as the honeymoon.
In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and
quarts.
So in old England, when customers got unruly, the
bartender would yell at them mind their own pints and quarts and settle down.
It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's"
Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle
baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill,
they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase
inspired by this practice.
A bad day fishing is better than a good day at
work
Night fishing should
only be done one week out of the month. Maybe two if you suffer from PMS
Buying your wife a
Black Powder Gun for Christmas is okay as long as
she enjoys watching you use it
Sighting in your scope is a good cover for spying
on the neighbors
Buying your wife a snow blower for Christmas is okay
north of the Mason-Dixon Line.
Buying your wife a rototiller for Christmas is okay
south of the Mason-Dixon Line.
Reading Club Husband in the bathroom is not recommended
unless you own a waterproof lap top
Never get caught reading Club Husband tips
November 2
Is it only me but do the rest of you also think weathermen
don't know any more than we do. If I got it wrong as much as they do I don't
think I could show my face on television. Let alone show my face with my
hair so puffed up I wouldn't know it was raining in a monsoon. Let me give
them a suggestion. If you were a little more accurate you wouldn't have to
broadcast the weather while standing outside in a blizzard. We would take
your word for it.