The Top 10 Reasons Trick-or-Treating is Better than Sex

10. Guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.

9. If you get tired, wait 10 minutes and go at it again.

8. The uglier you look, the easier it is to get some.

7. You don’t have to compliment the person who gave you candy.

6. It’s OK when the person you’re with fantasizes you’re someone else, because you ARE someone else.

5. 40 years from now, you’ll still enjoy candy.

4. If you don’t get what you want, you can always go next door.

3. Doesn’t matter if kids hear you moaning and groaning.

2. Less guilt the next morning.

1. You can “do” the whole neighborhood!!!

The Top 14 Signs You’re Caught Up in the Holiday Shopping Frenzy

14. Before stepping out of your car, you put in a mouthpiece, slip on protective goggles, and tape your ankles.

13. You’ve somehow convinced yourself that “Visa burn” entitles you to park in handicapped spaces.

12. You call the kids to dinner and hear their muffled screams coming from boxes you wrapped that afternoon.

11. At 95% off, you don’t care if that Acme Iron Lung works or not — your kids are going to use it and appreciate it!

10. Sure, the sign says “1 Furby per customer”, but they’re probably not doing body cavity searches.

9. The bank has replaced your Platinum Visa with a one-of-a-kind Plutonium Visa.

8. On any given day, you have more plastic on you than Anna Nicole Smith and Pamela Anderson Lee combined.

7. In an effort to please your 5-year-old, you trade your 2-year-old for a Furby.

6. Upon awakening on the sofa, you discover 10 beer empties, 5 Cheetoh bags, and an answering machine message thanking you for your order of 100 Dale Earnhardt Hummel Figures

5. The producer of “American Gladiators” calls after seeing you fight for the last Furby on CNN.

4. Just too busy shopping to fact-check your NY Times article.

3. Currently spending more time at “Amazon.com” than at “AmazonWomen.com”

2. Your MasterCard bill arrives on a Zip disk.

1. You hike up your skirt in front of the Toys ‘R’ Us manager, and in a throaty moan utter, “Wanna trade Furbies?”

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The Top 15 Other Halloween Costumes That Net the Least Candy

15> Invisible Weapon of Mass Destruction

14> Giant Canister of Tucks Soothing Medicated Pads

13> Unindicted Enron Executive

12> Overzealous Headphone-Wearing Cubs Fan With Glove (Chicago Only)

11> Dell Intern

10> The Spraypainter!

9> The Surly Conservative Leggy Blonde She-Pundit (pick any)

8> Booger Boy

7> Avenging-Overworked-Cane-Field-Machete Guy

6> Diabetic Coma Boy

5> The Amazing Flatulo

4> Headless Kurt Cobain

3> Anatomically Correct Richard Hatch

2> Evil Dr. Atkins, the Low-Carb Monster

1> Internet Humor List Contributor… from HELL!

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Christmas Party

How To Tell If You’re Throwing A Successful Christmas Party

– Festivity Level One –
Your guests are sitting around chatting, nibbling the party food, sipping
their drinks. They are admiring your Christmas tree ornaments and stand
around the piano singing carols.

– Festivity Level Two –
Your guests are talking loudly, occasionally to one another. They are
wolfing down the food, gulping their drinks, rearranging your Christmas
ornaments and sitting on the piano singing “I Gotta Be Me.”

– Festivity Level Three –
Your guests are holding conversations with inanimate objects, gulping
other peoples’ drinks, wolfing down Christmas ornaments and dancing around
the piano shouting the words to “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction.”

– Festivity Level Four –
Your guests, food smeared across their naked bodies, are capering around
the burning Christmas tree in some unholy ritual. The piano is missing.

Unless you rent your home, or own heavy firearms, you generally don’t want
your parties operating above Level Three. The true test of party success,
however, is whether or not the police arrive. If they do arrive, your job
as host is to see that they don’t arrest anyone. If they are intent on
arresting someone, your job is to see that it isn’t you. Following is an
example of how to successfully handle this situation:

Police: “We’ve come in response to the complaints.”

You: “Complaints? It isn’t about the drugs, is it?”

Police: “No, sir, not drugs.”

You: “The guns, then? They’re complaining about the guns?”

Police: “No, sir. It’s about the noise.”

You: “Oh that’s all right then. ‘Cause there sure aren’t any guns or drugs
here, heh heh.”

[An explosion sounds somewhere behind you]

You: “Or fireworks either! The neighbors complained, did they?”

Police: “No, sir. The neighbors all fled inland hours ago. The recent
complaints have come from Iowa.”

[At this point a Volkswagen Bug, painted in various arcane symbols, roars
out of the living room, down the hall past you and the policemen, out into
the front yard and into the nearest tree. Eight naked bodies tumble out,
moaning.]

You: “There, you see? It’s winding down already.”

T’was the night before Christmas – Old Santa…

T’was the night before Christmas – Old Santa was pissed
He cussed out the elves and threw down his list
Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks
I have a good mind to scrap the whole works

I’ve busted my ass for damn near a year
Instead of “Thanks Santa” – what do I hear
The old lady bitches cause I work late at night
The elves want more money – The reindeer all fight

Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids
Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS
And just when I thought that things would get better
Those assholes from IRS sent me a letter

They say I owe taxes – if that ain’t damn funny
Who the hell ever sent Santa Clause any money
And the kids these days – they all are the pits
They want the impossible ….Those mean little shits

I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds
Assembling dolls…Their arms, legs and heads
I made a ton of yo yo’s – No request for them
They want computers and robots…they think I’m IBM!

If you think that’s bad…just picture this
Try holding those brats…with their pants full of piss
They pull on my nose – they grab at my beard
And if I don’t smile..the parents think I’m weird

Flying through the air…dodging the trees
Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees
I’m quitting this job…there’s just no enjoyment
I’ll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment

There’s no Christmas this year…now you know the reason
I found me a blonde.. I’m going SOUTH for the season!

How to Tell if You’re a Grinch

This is a set of essential personality tests to prepare you misfit readers for Christmas and your New Year’s resolutions:

1. You reuse last year’s Christmas cards and send them out under your own name (5 points).

2. You steal light bulbs from you neighbor’s outdoor display to replenish your own supply (5 points, 10 if neighbor’s whole light sets or lighted Santa goes out).

3. You have dressed a dog or cat as Santa Claus, elf helper, or reindeer.(10 points for each; if you dressed an endangered species, 5 extra points).

4. You put out last year’s stale candy canes for children (1 point for each piece of qticky candy). If you put out a chocolate or marzipan Santa also, add 10 points.

5. You enclose a shoddy and inferior gift from Target, Walmart, or K-Mart in a Bloomingdale’s or other prestige box to impress your friends (5 points for each infraction).

6. You make collect long distance phone calls to your family on Christmas day (5 points, 10 if from a cell phone), claiming you are stuck in a phone booth.

7. At the office Christmas party, you horde huge stockpiles of goodies for later consumption at home (5 points; 15 points if you use this stuff for your own party).

8. You steal the wreath from a parked car to use on your own (Southern California only, others ignore: 5 points).

9. After an invitation to a friend’s house, you bring a commercially produced fruitcake and try to pass it off as home made. (5 points; 15 points if the fruitcake is from last year).

10. Any stealing from the Toys-for-Tots collection bins is a definite no-no (20 points).

Evaluate your score on the “Grinch Scale” from 20 to 100.

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20-30: You are just a cheeseball.

30-50: You are an apprentice in Yuletide larceny and are probably wanted by the police for overdue parking tickets.

50-100: Grinch, move over. The Meyer Lansky of Christmas crime has arrived.

The "Politically Correct" Days of Christmas…

On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my
Significant Other in a consenting adult, monogamous relationship gave to
me:

TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,

ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of members
in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in their
union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note),

TEN melanin deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal
ruling class system leaping,

NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,

EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products
from enslaved Bovine-Americans,

SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands,

SIX enslaved Fowl-Americans producing stolen non-human animal products,

FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic
incarceration, (NOTE: after members of the Animal Liberation Front
threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the calling birds, French
hens and partridge have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To
avoid further Animal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has
been revised.)

FOUR hours of recorded whale songs

THREE deconstructionist poets

TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses
and…

ONE Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree. Merry
Christmas Happy Chanukah. Good Kwanzaa. Blessed Yule. Oh, heck! Happy
Holidays!!!! (unless otherwise prohibited by law) *

*Unless, of course, you are suffering from Seasonally Affected Disorder
(SAD). If this be the case, please substitute this gratuitous call for
celebration with suggestion that you have a thoroughly adequate day.

The Eight Days of Hanukkah

The Eight Days of Hanukkah

On the first night of Hanukkah my true love gave to me
Lox, bagels and some cream cheese

On the second night of Hanukkah, my true love gave to me
2 Kosher pickles and
Lox, bagels and some cream cheese

On the third night of Hanukkah, my true love gave to me
3 pounds of corned beef
2 Kosher pickles and
Lox, bagels and some cream cheese

On the fourth night of Hanukkah, my true love gave to me
4 potato latkes
3 pounds of corned beef
2 Kosher pickles and
Lox, bagels and some cream cheese

On the fifth night of Hanukkah, my true love gave to me
5 bowls of chicken soup
4 potato latkes
3 pounds of corned beef
2 Kosher pickles and
Lox, bagels and some cream cheese

On the sixth night of Hanukkah, my true love gave to me
6 pickled herrings
5 bowls of chicken soup
4 potato latkes
3 pounds of corned beef
2 Kosher pickles and
Lox, bagels and some cream cheese

On the seventh night of Hanukkah, my true love gave to me
7 noodle kugels
6 pickled herrings
5 bowls of chicken soup
4 potato latkes
3 pounds of corned beef
2 Kosher pickles and
Lox, bagels and some cream cheese

On the eighth night of Hanukkah, my true love gave to me
8 Alka- Seltzer
7 noodle kugels
6 pickled herrings
5 bowls of chicken soup
4 potato latkes
3 pounds of corned beef
2 Kosher pickles and
Lox, bagels and some cream cheese