Anyway, winter sucks. We should change its name to “Painful Hell Season of Despair and Misery.”
Trynabe Funny
Nose Candy
He went from moving on snow to moving snow. A difference of a few little letters can make for quite a big career change.
Looks like it’s all downhill for him now, though. I bet he’s pretty piste off.
Old Schoolin’
Yo’ mama so dumb, when the cashier at Walmart asked her why she had tomatoes and corn taped to her shirt, she said “It’s my crop top.”
Yo’ mama so piggish, she thinks Sisyphus is rolling a meatball up the hill.
Yo’ mama so fat, Elon Musk calls her Falcon Heaviest.
Bage
Should I feel embarrassed about being a garbage man?
Many women have called me a garbage man and I am not embarrassed…so no. ๐
Signs
What are some signs youโre about to be laid off?
The top ten signs you’re about to be laid off (Dave Letterman style):
10) Your manager refers to you as “My new yacht payment” during a meeting.
9) Your chair is replaced with a five gallon bucket and your desk is now damp cardboard.
8) When you attempt to badge in, the badge reader makes the “womp womp” sound.
7) You manager adds you to a Slack channel called #FutureHomeless.
6) Your desk becomes a Mad Max scene of office supplies theft and looting.
5) Mandatory brain download into an AI that has taken your name and face.
4) Your company car is replaced with a Big Wheel.
3) When you go to the company all-hands conference, the HR table shoots spitballs at you.
2) Karen body checks you in front of the coffee maker and says, “You won’t be needing that anymore.”
And now, the number one sign that you’re about to be laid off:
1) Just like your parents did, the office and everyone in it moves without telling you the new address.
Thank you, ladies and gentleman. Now for our first guest.
Ask
Ah yes, my favorite meal, “breakfask.” I am sure the wearer of that shirt is a very “faskinating” individual. A trusted friend to all, always ready with a kind word and a shoulder to cry on.
And with a little more available for your mom, natch.
Hilbert’s Hotel
They said you could not open an infinite number of tabs.
They were wrong.
Gan
What is your ideal vacation spot and why?
Ganymede. Radiation from Jupiter won’t kill me on the far side and I can still see shit. Also, no one is there.
Thanks, Vinny
How do you retrieve IT devices from leavers?
Send a hulking guy named “Vinny” around with an aluminum baseball bat. He asks, “Heyo, do you prefer not giving your laptop back or having working kneecaps?”
We get nearly all of them back! ๐
Mares
What is a man’s worst nightmare?
That it becomes mandatory to put pineapple on pizza. The horror, the horror….
It’s My Life
Jon Bon Jovi praised for helping distressed woman off edge of Nashville bridge.
She was on the Edge of a Broken Heart and wanted to go out in a Blaze of Glory but now she’s Livin’ on a Prayer. It was clear she was on the “alive” side of Wanted Dead or Alive. I hope Jon said, “Have a Nice Day” as he was leaving.
Gan
At the hands of the CIA, many prisoners endure all sorts of unimaginable torture without cracking. These fate-cursed people withstand the most vile torments you don’t even want to think about. They resist the urge to cry out to their torturers what is demanded and instead retreat into the hardened redoubts of their minds. Each of them stands firm as pain wracks their bodies from all the shattered kneecaps and fingernails extracted slowly by rusty pliers.
But every single one of them breaks when the vegan food is wheeled into the dimly-lit room of suffering. Not a soul among them is able to abide the smell nor sight of this fresh new abomination that rises above all other misfortunes. It takes merely a glance at the desiccated vegan cheese, the wretched vegan hamburger and worst of all, the clabbered vegan fish and the prisoners start chirping like birds. They spill it all. They leave nothing on the table — except the vegan food.
Doin’ the Crime
Did some warcrimes this morning. Threw a spider out into the cold. Definitely war crimes. Twitter and Reddit said so.
Low Bar
Sometimes, recruiters take a glance at my rรฉsumรฉ, just for kicks. And sometimes, they don’t even try:
But with ChatGPT, anyone can be an attorney these days! Though I’m not sure what I’ll say when I’m in front of the judge and they ask me about the precedent I cited from Elmer Fudd v. Bugs Bunny. But hey, I can’t be disbarred if I was never barred in the first place!
Come on ChatGPT, let’s do this.

