Oddly Enough Blog
News, but not the serious kind
Blog Guy, has your Thanksgiving Williams-Sonoma catalog arrived yet? I can’t wait to see what expensive specialty gadgets we need to help us prepare the most traditional meal of all.
Really? What stopped you there?
The invitation to “create a professional bar experience at home.”
They didn’t say that!
I promise you they did, on page 35.
What the hell is a professional bar experience?
I know, right? I always thought it just involved getting really s**t-faced, but apparently there’s a lot more to it.
A professional bar experience at home requires a mahogany Hotel Trolley, just $2,250.00. You really need two of those, so your hammered guests can race them.
Lamar, can I talk to you over here for a minute?
Boy, they’re really knocking back the brews. They’ve been drinking for three hours solid and going through keg after keg. But it’s worth it to keep customers happy.
I’m not sure when our state lawmakers began competing to pass the most wacky weapons laws, but it’s getting pretty hard to keep up with them.
Blog Guy, now that Donald Trump may run for president, what are you going to do? Will you be caught up short at the Goofy Face Museum and Doughnut Shop, what with the scarcity of funny photos of Trump?
Are you kidding me? Our only problem will be whether to build a new wing or just a huge annex to display our Trump collection.
Blog Guy, I’m having an argument with my piano tuner’s haberdasher…
My main purpose in life is to settle arguments. What is it?
We were trying to decide on the second-best museum in the world, next to your Goofy Face Museum and Doughnut Shop, which we both agree is number one.
Blog Guy, like many of your readers I’m looking for a new and interesting career. I like to drive, I like retail work, and I enjoy making people happy. Any ideas?
I may have just the thing. How would you like to drive a van around and stop to sell wine to people?
Okay, the headline on this story, “Ancient Brits ate dead and made skulls into cups,” pretty much says it all. I can’t improve on that.
Perhaps surprisingly, I’m going to skip right over the part about eating the dead. It would just be too easy to compare what British folks ate back then with what they eat now.