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Sad Resolutions


31 Dec

Each year, I try to stick to a new resolution. And usually it never works. It’s like saying to yourself “I want to be a better person but I’m not going to put a significant amount of effort into being a better person.” Around this time of year gyms become flooded with lots of new members. And they make loads of money off of people that eventually give up after the second or third month. The gym I go to is always packed with new people in January. But after a few months you start saying to yourself “Hmm…whatever happened to that weird guy that works out in flip flops and a ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron?

Two years ago, I decided to floss my teeth every other day and I’ve stuck to it. Which is incredible if you’re like me and never floss. Last year I wanted to eat more fish. And now I eat it twice a week. Miracles really do come true. But if you’re lacking confidence in your abilities to stick to your new resolutions, then maybe you need an avant-garde type of resolution. Make it your resolution to be one of those pricks that point out how everybody else didn’t stick to their resolutions. Be a Rude Resolutioner.

a) Wow. Your nails look better when you chew them. They’re fun to just grind on, huh? What hand did you say you wipe with?
b) Hey, the more weight, the bigger the cup size, right? Gyms are stupid, boobs are smart.
c) You know gambling isn’t really a disease. Because diseases can’t make you RICH!
d) Those drugs you’re taking are actually good for you. My Uncle Sal said so. Oh wait, I forgot. My Uncle Sal was lazy and he died of a drug overdose. But that won’t happen to you. You’re smart with your drugs.
e) Why spend more time with your kids, they’re not gonna remember anything.
f) Sure. You should keep ordering take-out at work. Bringing a homemade lunch only saves money. And you don’t need extra money. You just need more pizza, and Chinese food, and Deli sandwiches, and Mickey D’s, and fast food garbage. Idiot.

Returning Gifts


24 Dec

As you know, the holiday season is upon us. So let’s be real and forget about the saying ‘It’s better to give than to receive’ and modify it a little. How about “It’s better to receive then to return?” Everybody hates returning things. But it’s usually inevitable. And some stores have horrible return policies. I keep my receipts. I just can’t remember where I keep them. And I hate getting store credit. I once returned a bag of litter because my cat died. I even had my receipt but the cashier said she could only give me store credit. It was a pet store and I no longer had a pet. I explained this to her, but she just kept telling me that the dog treats were on sale, and I should stock up while I still can.

Sometimes when you’re returning stuff the clerks ask what’s wrong with it, or why is it being returned. It’s none of their damn business. But if they’re looking for a good reason, then try:

a) Your mom prefers that I wear briefs. These silk boxers keep snagging on her dry calloused hands.
b) Because stripes make Bo Bo ANGRY!!
c) We need to talk. We can’t keep doing this. The manager is going to get suspicious. And my wife keeps wondering why I always accidently buy her the wrong size.
d) Is cotton supposed to make you fart?
e) Her dead body is way too bloated now. I can’t get her to fit in this.
f) Last night I killed an old couple drinking and driving. They swerved to avoid me and crashed into a giant oak. Well, I found this in their trunk. With the receipt. I said to myself, ‘Hey, I know a way to get some fast cash.”
g) This gypsy lady who’s helping me get rid of some personal demons wanted me to bring her a hound’s tooth. I thought she was talking about the clothing pattern. Now I have to kill a dog. By the way, if I foster a dog from a shelter, and the dog mysteriously dies, I don’t have to pay for it, right?

Waste of Food


19 Nov

I hate when I take a big bite of a tasty sandwich, and then all of a sudden my teeth chomp down on something hard or “gristlie.” And when that happens, you gotta try to spit out that nasty piece of garbage into your napkin. Which is tricky because you don’t wanna spit out any of the good pieces. But each time you spit a piece into the napkin, it’s always the wrong piece. And pretty soon you’ve gotta mouth full of nothing and a greasy balled up napkin filled with ugly looking deliciousness.

Once I was eating a chicken sandwich at Wendy’s and I took my last bite and found the legendary “gristlie’ piece. I think chickens and turkeys have this disgusting piece grown inside their bodies specifically because they are bitter about being eaten. After my unsuccessful attempt at salvaging the last bite, I took my nasty balled up napkin to the cashier and demanded to be reimbursed for one bite. The manager refused because I had eaten the rest of the sandwich. I quibbled that it was the last bite that had left me feeling unfulfilled. Instead of another whole new sandwich, we compromised on one chicken nugget.

Dead Batteries


22 Oct

A lot of people are still nervous about throwing old batteries in the garbage. This is true because folks aren’t sure if batteries are toxic and will poison the earth or create a mass Smurf genocide. But what about homeless people? They eat the garbage before it even reaches the landfill. How come nobody even thinks about their safety? Sure, their standards aren’t as high — but that’s due to their very loose interpretation of the five second rule. I once watched a homeless man dig out a half-eaten hamburger and say “less than 50% mold equals gold.” I don’t know if that’s scientifically accurate or not but someone should be lookin’ out for his ass.
It is good to know that back in 1996 the government made the Battery Act. This made it illegal for everyday batteries to contain mercury. So you can feel more at ease the next time you open up an old Gameboy and find some crusty old acid oozing out of your Energizers. Surprisingly, that flaky crust contains high fructose corn syrup. Which means it’s made from corn. So, in a way it’s good for you. Happy Thanksgiving homeless people.   

Mental Hygiene


11 Jun

This tickle is entitled, “Mental Hygiene.” My favorite Japanese restaurant was closed down last week. Which sucks because every Friday I ordered a Chicken Udon from them. Apparently, they were closed down by the Department of Health and Mental Hygiene. This says a lot about my taste in food. I guess the sweaty guy who cooks my dinner wasn’t worried about rat turds. In retrospect, I always thought it was odd that every meal included small amounts of “wild rice.” But how do you get closed down for mental hygiene? What IS mental hygiene? My neighborhood cook must have been preparing my food while thinking dirty thoughts. Maybe the food inspector caught him stirring my soup with one hand and reading 50 Shades of Gray with the other. I’m cool with him making my meal with love, but I don’t want him to add any of his love into my meal.

Auditory Awfulness


04 Jun

This tickle is entitled, “Auditory Awfulness.” I feel old because I think kids listen to their music too loud. When I’m on the subway, bus, or in a quiet place, I can’t have a productive thought because I’m listening to a song that I shouldn’t even be able to hear. I don’t care if kids go deaf, or if their ears get hemorrhoids. I just don’t wanna hear the stupid lyrics from their stupid music coming out of their stupid headphones with stupid looking skulls on them. Your Skull Candy should just be for your skull, not mine. Turn it down. Because I’m your elder and I’m crazy for quiet. I eat toothpaste and poop cavities. I don’t know what that means.

However, there’s one type of musical culprit to avoid. If you’ve ever been on the subway in NY, you might’ve seen a guy like this: He rides the train with a boombox on his lap, he’s not homeless or a dancer about to entertain. He’s just a gangsta lookin’ middle aged dude. And I don’t know why but he’s allergic to headphones. And he must play his music loud and clear for everyone on the train — because he truly believes that he is God’s DJ, and it is his duty to deliver us The Jams. He doesn’t look disturbed, but normal people do not think they have these kind of rights. There is obviously something wrong with him. Which is why he must not be provoked. So if you see him, leave him alone.

When I was younger, adults always reminded me to turn my music down — or else I’d go deaf. Well, I didn’t go deaf. It never happened. But when people talk to me, I do find myself saying ‘What’ a lot. When my dad was younger he didn’t go to any loud concerts, which might be why you won’t hear him say, “What,” a lot.  He just doesn’t answer you. It’s a super power he has that’s called selective hearing. But come on, dad. How engaging is Cops after its 24th season? You already know the guy caught with crack in his mouth is gonna say somebody else put it there. You already know the toothless redneck walkin’ around with suspicious bruises inside his armpit is gonna bite somebody. You already know the naked guy in the street will not have a good reason for being naked in the street.

Scott Hammon

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