Narishkeit

Ok, that was a cheap excuse to get you to look at my blog. So why not spend some time here and leave me a few comments.

Slapstick comedy is my refuge from life. It is the place I go when I just want to relieve stress. Ok, that is not entirely true, I live there.

I love that kind of craziness, I love the wacky, silly world that is embodied by slapstick humor.

And within that realm one of my all time favorites is Groucho Marx. Nobody delivered a line like Groucho.

• “I’ve had a wonderful time, but this wasn’t it”
• “Next time I see you, remind me not to talk to you.”
• “If you’ve heard this story before, don’t stop me, because I’d like to hear it again.”
• A man’s only as old as the woman he feels.”
• “I’m not a vegetarian, but I eat animals who are”
• “Man does not control his own fate. The women in his life do that for him.”
• “I married your mother because I wanted children. Imagine my disappointment when you arrived.”
• “I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.”

This link here is from a Night at The Opera, one of my all time favorite movies. And talk about a crowded bedroom.

I had planned on making this a longer post but I am having too much fun with all of the clips, see you later.

For those men who are interested in making a special night for their significant other and are of a certain age I present this idea to you.

Make her dinner, give her a single rose and then after dinner turn on “Open Arms” by Journey and ask her to dance. She’ll gladly oblige you as the music takes her back to the ’80s and a quieter, gentler time.

Of course when the song is over she may go running for the door so as to not miss her curfew, or maybe not. Maybe the magic will continue and you can sing “Don’t Stop Believing” together. It is the magic of Journey and their “Wheel in the Sky.”

But be careful not to aggravate her or you might have to go your “Separate Ways.”

Within the last couple of days old Jack has received all sorts of fun comments and mail. My favorite recent note was sent by email. I won’t spend the time cutting and pasting the entire bit, but I will share this with you.

“…You are neither funny, nor wise. The person who asked if your wife is aware of your sexual history was right to chastise you. People like you are part of the moral decline within the U.S…..”

My friend, you warm the cockles of my heart. Of course someone as uptight as you might be offended by the use of the word “cockles.” I’d like to help you out and suggest that you review the following link which will provide further elucidation on what a cockle is or is not.

Alternatively my grandfather would be happy to sing to you about sweet Molly Malone and her fascination with cockles and mussels.

Incidentally, my grandfather is almost 91 and has a standing challenge to go three rounds with any man 95 or older. If you fit the bill I would be happy to set up the fight, I take 40% of the gate.

And if you are a younger man might I suggest finding a companion who can warm your own cockles. A good stroking, scrubbing or sucking might help to alleviate the discomfort you seem to be in. And if nothing else might I suggest you have a High Colonic to help remove the object stuck in your derriere as it is troubling you.

Toodles, or should I say toot, toot,

-Jack

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