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The Curse of the Halloween Pencil

The Curse of the Halloween Pencil – n. all Halloween pencils have a curse. If someone breaks a Halloween pencil in half, they instantly become a wussy pansie for the rest of their life. Be careful out there, if you break a Halloween pencil, you’ll never get laid again! (by a girl, if you’re a guy, or a guy if you’re a girl, unless money is involved).

Making Some Headway on that Backlog I’ve Got

So I’m making some headway into the huge amount of backlog I have to put up on Squackle.

My progress the past couple months has been to separate each quote into its own post, type up the thousand or so jokes that were in joke books and in a word document file I’ve had since 2008, and posted some pictures from a used-to-be-fun-but-not-anymore-cause-no-one-uses-it-anymore Facebook app.

I’m probably still gonna be posting more jokes up.

Just to state what I “have” to put up, I’ve got:

The “Stuff to put on Squackle” folder on my desktop, about 3 gigs of unprocessed crap.

A drawer just for stuff I make day-to-day

At home, there’s a couple shoeboxes of pictures and a few folders of comics and shit I drew in high school.

and 5 or so years’ worth of submissions to sift through that’s sitting in my e-mail account.

And that about covers it.

Joke #18743

On a visit to my wife’s native England for our honeymoon, we arrived at London’s Gatwick Airport.

Tania headed for the British passport control line while I, an American, waited in the foreigners’ line. When my turn came, the customs officer asked me the purpose of my visit.

“Pleasure,” I replied. “I’m on my honeymoon.”

The officer looked first to one side of me, then the other.  “That’s very interesting, sir,” he said as he stamped my passport. “Most men bring their wives with them.”

The Hokey Pokey – Shakespearean Style

Parody of The Hokey Pokey

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within

Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.

Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:

Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.

Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.

A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.

To spin! A wilde release from heaven’s yoke.

Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.

The Hoke, the poke — banish now thy doubt

Verily, I say, ’tis what it’s all about.

Joke #18741

My 14-year-old daughter, Maggie, and her best friend, Joannie are fans of 60’s music.

They recently got front-row tickets to attend a Peter, Paul, and Mary concert in our town.

When they returned home from the concert that night, I wanted to hear all the details of the concert.

My daughter says, “Mom, during the show, we looked back an saw hundreds of little lights swaying to the music. At first we thought people were holding up cigarette lighters. Then we realized that the lights were the reflections off all the eyeglasses in the audience!”