494: Newton’s Laws

I took a left at the stop sign, but then I started thinking about it and I wasn’t sure if that was right. After all, it was a stop sign. I wasn’t suppose to turn one way or the other, I was supposed to stop. I put the car in reverse, and back up to…

491: The Cake Eating Contest

The 127th Annual Pigtown Gala was in full swing, and as usual Belinda Martin was in rare form. The musical chairs competition had just been completed, and the action was moving to the pig racing competition when Belinda’s voice came over the loudspeaker. “We need some cake!” The crowd roared in agreement. “There will be…

487: Why I Am Hiring A Stenographer

I made a big plunge recently, and decided to hire a stenographer. I know what’s on your mind. Why would a normal, relatively boring individual of almost no importance living in the American Midwest hire a stenographer? For starters, it sounds impressive. I’ve heard that you’re supposed to dress for the job you want, not…

477: The Only Thing Better Than Spam Is Bacon

If You’re gonna write a blog, you’re gonna get Spam. Because I am a lazy blogger, I have decided to serve up a healthy dose of spam for today’s entertainment. The backlinks have been removed, to protect the innocent, and to entirely defeat the purpose for which this spam was sent. Let’s dig in.  If…

475: Don’t Even Think About It!

“Don’t even think about it!” Rita stared down the barrel of her gun, as Tommy eased his way towards the pancakes. “I said, don’t even think about it.” Tommy didn’t slow down. Rita breathed in slowly, and pulled the trigger. Another number was added to the kill count on her screen. Rita loved this game.…

474: My Chimney

It all began with my chimney. I’ve got a pretty normal chimney, at least I thought I did. But then one day, as I was walking outside to get some firewood, I happened to glance up at my chimney and noticed something strange. “Hey, Imelda,” I said to my wife as soon as I walked…

473: The Winner

Chet was a winner. Everyone knew he was a winner. “Heads I win, tails you lose.” Chet told Gordon one day. Chet flipped the coin. Gordon lost. Chet was a winner. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

472: A Boy Named Her

When I was a kid, football was life. Every boys I knew had two hero’s; Brett Favre and Reggie White. Favre was the most sensational quarterback on the planet. White ate quarterbacks for lunch. Ironically enough, Reggie White was black. Watching the lengthy woke sermons which were intertwined with this year’s Super Bowl, you might…

471: Into The Mountain

When I was a young child I heard tales of the mountain. I heard that a great treasure lay underneath it, that there I would find my fortune, and great adventure. I probably read too much. I grew up on the side of the mountain. Most of the time I just picked berries, but once…

468: Dream Big

The best way to dream is with your eyes closed. Everybody knows this. Andrea was an excellent dreamer. “Dream big.” Said Andrea’s parents. No one dreamed bigger than Andrea. Unfortunately, the Grand Canyon was bigger than Andrea’s dreams. Photo by Dumbestblogger