How to liven up

How to liven up Thanksgiving dinner…

Open the oven, shove hunks of velveeta into the turkey while it cooks. Tell mom it adds the coolest flavor.

Shoot olive pits at Grampa’s glasses (just pinch them in your fingers and they FLY!!)

Whenever someone at the table says a word beginning with the letter R, make a loud ”BUZZ”ing noise.

Bring along old recorded football games, pop them in the VCR when Dad’s not looking.

Suck your cranberry sauce loudly through a straw.

Bring a date that only talks about her/his spouse at home.

Hold your nose while you eat.

Recite the tragic and abusive conditions known to exist at turkey farms.

Mid-meal turn to mom and say, ”See mom, I told you they wouldn’t notice, you were worried for nothing”.

Load your plate up high, then take it to the kitchen, toss it all in the blender, and take your ”shake” back to the table.

Announce that you’ve got a new fear of choking.

When you arrive, promise that your date won’t be more than an hour late, he/she just has to wait for the warden to get together all the necessary release forms, and then they are free to go.

Twitch a lot and nervously tell the person next to you, ”THE SAFETY IS ON”, while you hold your pocket.

This year, I resolve to…

1. Gain weight. At least 30 pounds.

2. Stop exercising. Waste of time.

3. Read less. Makes you think.

4. Watch more TV. I’ve been missing some good stuff.

5. Procrastinate more. Starting tomorrow.

6. Not date any of the Baywatch cast.

7. Spend more time at work, surfing with the blazing OC-12 line.

8. Take a vacation to someplace important: like, to see the largest ball of twine.

9. Not jump off a cliff just because everyone else did.

10. Stop bringing lunch from home: I should eat out more.

11. Not have eight children at once.

12. Get in a whole NEW rut!

13. Start being superstitious.

14. Personal goal: bring back disco.

15. Not wrestle with Jesse Ventura.

16. Not bet against the Minnesotta Vikings.

17. Buy an ’83 Eldorado and invest in a really loud stereo system. Get the windows tinted. Buy some fur for the dash.

18. Speak in a monotone voice and only use monosyllabicwords.

19. Only wear jeans that are 2 sizes too small and use a chain or rope for a belt. Only wear white T-shirts with those fashionable yellow stains under the arms.

20. Spend my summer vacation in Cyberspace.

21. Not eat cloned meat.

22. Create loose ends.

23. Get more toys.

24. Get further in debt.

25. Not believe Bill Clinton.

26. Break at least one traffic law.

27. Not drive a motorized vehicle across thin ice.

28. Avoid transmission of inter-species diseases.

29. Avoid airplanes that spontaneously drop 1000 feet.

30. Stay off the MIR space station.

31. Not worry that the Y2K bug will cause the end of the world.

32. Get wired with high-speed net connections at home.

33. Not swim with pirhanas or sharks.

34. Associate with even worse business clients.

35. Spread out priorities beyond my ability to keep track of them.

36. Not take spaceship rides behind comets.

37. Not try to escape from a maximum security prison.

38. Wait around for opportunity.

39. Focus on the faults of others.

40. Mope about my faults.

41. Never make New Year’s resolutions again.

Walkin’ in a Doggie Wonderland

Dog tags ring, are you listening’?

In the lane, snow is glistening’.

It’s yellow, NOT white, I’ve been there tonight,

Marking up my winter wonderland.

Smell that tree? That’s my fragrance.

It’s a sign for wandering vagrants;

“Avoid where I pee, it’s MY pro-per-ty!

Marked up as my winter wonderland.”

In the meadow dad will build a snowman,

Following the classical design.

Then I’ll lift my leg and let it go Man,

So all the world will know that it’s Mine-mine–mine!

Straight from me to the fence post,

Flows my natural incense boast;

“Stay off my TURF, this small piece of earth,

I marked it as my winter wonderland.”

The Night Before Chanukah…

The Night Before Chanukah

‘Twas the night before Chanukah, boichiks and maidels
Not a sound could be heard, not even the dreidels
The menorah was set by the chimney alight
In the kitchen, the Bubbie was hopping a bite
Salami, Pastrami, a glaisele tay
And zoyere pickles mit bagels– Oy vay!
Gezint and geschmock the kinderlach felt
While dreaming of taiglach and Chanukah gelt
The alarm clock was sitting, a kloppin’ and tickin’
And Bubbie was carving a shtickele chicken
A tummel arose, like the wildest k’duchas
Santa had fallen right on his tuchas!
I put on my slippers, ains, tzvay, drei
While Bubbie was eating herring on rye
I grabbed for my bathrobe and buttoned my gottkes
And Bubbie was just devouring the latkes
To the window I ran, and to my surprise
A little red yarmulka greeted my eyes.
When he got to the door and saw the menorah
”Yiddishe kinder,” he cried, ”Kenahorah!”
I thought I was in a Goyishe hoise!
As long as I’m here, I’ll leave a few toys.”
”Come into the kitchen, I’ll get you a dish
Mit a gupel, a leffel, and a shtickele fish.”
With smacks of delight he started his fressen
Chopped liver, knaidlach, and kreplach gegessen
Along with his meal he had a few schnapps
When it came to eating, this boy sure was tops
He asked for some knishes with pepper and salt
But they were so hot he yelled out ”Gevalt!”
He loosened his hoysen and ran from the tish
”Your koshereh meals are simply delish!”
As he went through the door he said ”See y’all later
I’ll be back next Pesach in time for the seder!”
So, hutzmir and zeitzmir and ”Bleibtz mir gezint”
he called out cheerily into the wind.
More rapid than eagles, his prancers they came
As he whistled and shouted and called them by name
”Come, Izzie, now Moishe, now Yossel and Sammy!
On Oyving, and Maxie, and Hymie and Manny!”
He gave a geshrai, as he drove out of sight
”A gut yontiff to all, and to all a good night!”

10 Rejected Holiday Specials

10. “Gallagher Smashes Melons in Bethlehem”

9. “A Creepy, Creepy Christmas with Michael Jackson”

8. Fox TV’s “When Reindeer Attack!”

7. “A Country Holiday with Martha Stewart and a Bunch of Actors Pretending to Be Her Family”

6. “The Grinch Who Nailed Mrs. Claus”

5. “Christmas at Riker’s Island: It’s A Wonderful 10-Years-to-Life”

4. “Bob Dole Remembers the Very First Christmas”

3. “Skunk =91n’ Gator’s Holiday Fiesta”

2. “The President Who Ate Christmas”

1. “Richard Simmons’ Fruitcake Extravaganza”

Top 10 Halloween Things

10. She’s a goblin!
9. I’d like to get a little something in the sack.

8. Let me see your bag….OH!-You’re having a great night!

7. Just get on your hands and knees and bob your head.

6. She’s got a couple of nice pumpkins on her porch

5. If you just lick it, it’ll last longer.

4. Show me your JuJuBees and I’ll let you see my Zagnuts.

3. Have your mom check it before you put it in your mouth,

2. You scared me stiff!

1. He’s got Candy spread out on the living room floor!

Maxine’s Top Ten New Years Resolutions…

Maxine’s Top Ten New Years Resolutions

Skip exercise every day instead of just three times a week.

Call one of my relatives every day. Call one a doofus, call one a bonehead,
call one a jerkwood, call one a…

Go to the park more often to feed the pigeons…to the cat.

Stop eating so much high-fat fast food and eat more high-fat home cooking.

Expand my horizons with travel. In other words, use the upstairs bathroom
more.

Reread all my favorite novels. And this time read the whole book, not just
the steamy underlined parts.

Force myself to stop watching so much trashy TV. Rent trashy movies instead.

Teach Floyd a new trick, and remember to rotate which neighbors yard he does
it in.

Clean the house more often. Once a millennium just isn’t enough.

And my Number One New Years Resolution:

Only moon people who absolutely, one hundred percent deserve it. So that’s
still pretty much everybody.

The Twelve Days

The Twelve Days After Christmas

The first day after Christmas
My true love and I had a fight
And so I chopped the pear tree down
And burnt it, just for spite

Then with a single cartridge
I shot that blasted partridge

My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The second day after Christmas
I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks
Of both the turtle doves

My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

On the third day after Christmas
My mother caught the croup
I had to use the three French hens
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The four calling birds were a big mistake
For their language was obscene
The five golden rings were completely fake
and turned my fingers green.

The sixth day after Christmas
The six laying geese wouldn’t lay
So I sent the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A.

On the seventh day, what a mess I found
The seven swans-a-swimming all had drowned
(I think there’s a ”my true love gave to me” in here somewhere)

The eighth day after Christmas
Before they could suspect
I bundled up the
Eight maids-a-milking
Nine ladies dancing
Ten lords-a-leaping
Eleven pipers piping
Twelve drummers drumming – well, actually I kept one of the
drummers –
And sent them back collect

I wrote my true love
”We are through, love!”
And I said in so many words
”Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the
(Soprani) Birds!”

(Everyone else) Four calling birds,
Three french hens,
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree!”

SEASON’S GREETINGS!

The recent announcement that Donner and Blitzen have elected to take the early reindeer retirement package has triggered a good deal of concern about whether they will be replaced and about other restructuring decisions at the North Pole.
Streamlining was appropriate in view of the reality that the North Pole no longer dominates the season’s gift distribution business. Home shopping channels and mail order catalogues have diminished Santa’s market share, and he could not sit idly by and permit further erosion of the profit picture.

The reindeer downsizing was made possible through the purchase of a late model Japanese sled for the CEO’s annual trip. Improved productivity from Dasher and Dancer, who summered at the Harvard Business School, is anticipated and should take up the slack with no discernible loss of service. Reduction in reindeer will also lessen airborne environmental emissions for which the North Pole has been cited and received unfavorable press.

I am pleased to inform you and yours that Rudolph’s role will not be disturbed. Tradition still counts for something at the North Pole. Management denies, in the strongest possible language, the earlier leak that Rudolph’s nose got that way not from the cold, but from substance abuse. Calling Rudolph “a lush who was into the sauce and never did pull his share of the load” was an unfortunate comment, made by one of Santa’s helpers and taken out of context at a time of year when he is known to be under executive stress.

As a further restructuring, today’s global challenges require the North Pole to continue to look for better, more competitive steps. Effective immediately, the following economy measures are to take place in the “Twelve Days of Christmas” subsidiary:

The partridge will be retained, but the pear tree never turned out to be the cash crop forecasted. It will be replaced by a plastic hanging plant, providing considerable savings in maintenance.

The two turtle doves represent a redundancy that is simply not cost effective. In addition, their romance during working hours could not be condoned. The positions are therefore eliminated.

The three French hens will remain intact. After all, everyone loves the French.

The four calling birds were replaced by an automated voice mail system, with a call waiting option. An analysis is underway to determine who the birds have been calling, how often and how long they talked.

The five golden rings have been put on hold by the Board of Directors. Maintaining a portfolio based on one commodity could have negative implications for institutional investors. Diversification into other precious metals as well as a mix of T-Bills and high technology stocks appears to be in order.

The six geese-a-laying constitute a luxury which can no longer be afforded. It has long been felt that the production rate of one egg per goose per day is an example of the decline in productivity. Three geese will be let go, and an upgrading in the selection procedure by personnel will assure management that from now on every goose it gets will be a good one.

The seven swans-a-swimming is obviously a number chosen in better times. Their function is primarily decorative. Mechanical swans are on order. The current swans will be retrained to learn some new strokes and therefore enhance their outplacement.

As you know, the eight maids-a-milking concept has been under heavy scrutiny by the EEOC. A male/female balance in the workforce is being sought. The more militant maids consider this a dead-end job with no upward mobility. Automation of the process may permit the maids to try a-mending, a-mentoring or a-mulching.

Nine ladies dancing has always been an odd number. This function will be phased out as these individuals grow older and can no longer do the steps.

Ten lords-a-leaping is overkill. The high cost of lords plus the expense of international air travel prompted the compensation committee to suggest replacing this group with ten out-of-work congressmen. While leaping ability may be somewhat sacrificed, the savings are significant because we expect an oversupply of unemployed congressmen this year.

Eleven pipers piping and twelve drummers drumming is a simple case of the band getting too big. A substitution with a string quartet, a cutback on new music, and no uniforms will produce savings which will drop right down to the bottom line.

We can expect a substantial reduction in assorted people, fowl, animals, and other expenses. Though incomplete, studies indicate that stretching deliveries over twelve days is inefficient. If we can drop ship in one day, service levels will be improved.

Action is pending regarding the lawsuit filed by the attorneys’ association seeking expansion to include the legal profession (“thirteen lawyers-a-suing”).

Lastly, it is not beyond consideration that deeper cuts may be necessary in the future to stay competitive. Should that happen, the Board will request management to scrutinize the Snow White Division to see if seven dwarfs is the right number.

Happy Holidays!

Enter the Pearly Gates

Three men die in a car accident Christmas Eve. They all find themselves at the pearly gates waiting to enter Heaven. On entering they must present something relating or associated with Christmas.The first man searches his pocket, and finds some Mistletoe, so he is allowed in. The second man presents a cracker, so he is also allowed in.The third man pulls out a pair of stockings. Confused at this last gesture, St. Peter asks, “How do these represent Christmas?” Answer… “They’re Carol’s.”

Ebonics Christmas Story!!…

Ebonics Christmas Story!!

‘Twas da night befo’ Christmas & all in the hood,
Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good.
The tube socks was hung on the window sill
and we all had smiles up on our grill.
Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib
in the back bedroom, cuz that’s how we live.
And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine,

All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by,
Bumpin’ phat beats cuz the system’s fly.
I bounced to the window at a quarter pas’

I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this!
She said, Stop frontin’ & just mind yo’ bidness.
I said, for real doe, come check dis out.

We weren’t even buggin’, no worries, no doubt.
Cuz bumpin’ an thumpin’ from around da way
Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh.

Da beats was kickin’, da ride was phat
I said, “Yo red Dawg, you all that!”
He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz,
“Ay yo, give it up, let’s make some noise!”
To the top of the projects & across the strip mall,
We gots ta go, I got a booty call!”

He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof,
and sippin’ on a 40, he busted a move.

I yelled up to Santa, “Yo ain’t got no stack!”
he said, “Damn homie, deese projects is wack!
But don’t worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz.”
Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings
a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.
He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat,
and busted the window wit’ a b-ball bat.

I said, “Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?”
he said,”You best get on up out my face!”
His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold,
His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old.

He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side.
Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.
A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof,
He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof
He jumped in his hooptie wit’ rims made of chrome,
To tap that booty waitin’ at home.

And all I heard as he cruised outta sight,
was a loud and hearty…..
“WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!”