It’s An Emergency, Alright

Would you rather…
follow up your Date Festival appearance with a concert date in Wendover, Nevada
or
trade your REO Speedwagon tickets for Foreigner tickets?

a) The Peppermill Casino welcomes Canada Lube ‘n Tune Franchisees and rock fans!
b) Eh, I’m fairly hot-blooded.

Dude, we’re getting the band back together…

– bob

The Juice Boxes Were Gettin’ Loose In Turn Two

Would you rather…
be an anonymous coffee station dominating, breakfast-preparing temp,
or
start a NASCAR team to replace the suspended ones in the Daytona 500?

a) Look! If I let you by to get coffee, I might scorch the Hollandaise!
b) I’d like to thank the Gymboree/Starbucks Plymouth Voyager Team…

It’s the most important meal of the day!

– bob

Diapers? That’s A New One On Us

Would you rather…
be on the wrong end of an Astronaut Love Triangle,
or
purchase everything you need to get rid of the other woman at The Stalker Hut?

a) Day 14, there she was again, in the Russian Astrophysics Module…
b) A wig, a knife, BB pistol, latex gloves, a steel mallet, and several feet of rubber tubing

Can’t we just be friends, until the supply module arrives?

– bob

Return Of The Strange Visitors!

They said they’d be back and they didn’t disappoint. My neighborhood Jehovah’s Witnesses (BTW, hasn’t witness testimony been proven to be unreliable? But I digress.) came back while I was splitting more firewood. No avoiding them this time…

  • Son Of Lurch: Hey Bob, you’re married (oh, this is rich, already. – ed), you’ll be interested in this article…
  • Me: Um, okay. The Watchtower, eh?
  • SOL: So, Bob, if you had questions about your marriage, who would you ask?
  • Me: Um, nobody?
  • SOL: No! You’d ask the person who conceived of marriage! Maybe this scripture passage will help…
  • Bit from Genesis: “So the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and while he slept took one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh; and the rib which the Lord God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man.”
  • Me: Well, that’s neat. It’s like recycling.

Both Son Of Lurch and Bob Hoskins were flabbergasted. The latter saying, “gosh, you sure say some interesting things” with a nervous chuckle.

“Well, what’s good for the bottle is good for the rib. Right fellas?” “Um, we should be going now…”

Mission accomplished. Get it?

Your pal,

bob

Creamy! He Sputtered

Would you rather…
be stranded in your van on the Isle of Man with Stan Chan and a can of flan,
or
stammer and stutter making your case for peanut butter?

a) Did I ever tell you about sinking my sampan off the coast of Japan?
b) Him? He’s an old nutter!

Where did you get that nice suntan?

– bob

I’m No Heifetz, But I Get By

Would you rather,
be someone who just goes to work everyday—on a spaceship,
or
add portamento to your vibrato?

a) I’m originally from Iowa.
b) I’ve always enjoyed Lithuanian silk underwear music.

Oh look, here’s the new guy. Johnny Titanium Lunchpail.

– bob

M. y. Fel. low. A. mericans

Would you rather…
publish a community newspaper during your breaks at Hemet Video,
or
apologize to the nation for the poor quality of your web video?

a) My ol’ Pappy once said, “Publishing a magazine is a lot like eating a bicycle…”
b) I can’t vote for anyone that pixelated.

Where do you start?

– bob

Genius! Breakroom Edition

Neighbors,

It’s lunchtime. There’s a breakroom with a teevee in it. That teevee has basic cable.

On Friday, The Discovery Channel was (re)playing the Steve Irwin/Junior Cousteau deep sea prelude to the manta ray snuff film. They’re handling a poisonous fish, Steve’s diving in his outback outfit and scuba gear (god love the aussies), they’re goofing around, when the registered nurse finishing her lunch blurts:

“Wow! That’s from when he was alive!”

Um, yep.

– bob