Tuff it out

Miss Muffet grew up to market and sell successfully a line of tuffets which were supposed to be spider repellent. They didnā€™t work but she became a very wealthy woman. You can look her up on the web.

Now that I have your attention, I would like to remind you of the old addage that 10 whistles are made of 10. And that adds up. If theyā€™re Roman whistles they are X-rated. And that adds up. And 789. And that adds up. And so does an abacus. Summation.

Everyone should have an evil twin. Or an evil triplet or two evil triplets, thatā€™s one to spare. If you think an evil triplet would spare one.

All ears ring in the news.

Truth causes feeling hurt

The two party system is still arguing about the public square. Seems there are two sides to it.

Shoplifting. Any takers?ļæ¼

People want kids in school as long as they donā€™t teach them anything.

You can have your college course on nihilism as long as you donā€™t teach them kids nothing.

Will do

Check please, my hat, my darling

I need a magicians assistant because the last one disappeared.

I am writing a movie about a man and a woman who try to make it in a revitalized vaudeville as a ventriloquist and ventriloquists assistant. Hope Iā€™m not just up my own ass here.

Hello 911? The magicians assistant just swallowed a sword. He is asking if anyone is a doctor in the house. Oh never mind heā€™s telling a joke. I donā€™t think the timing is appropriate necessarily.

I mean the crowd is full of lawyers. Here to observe.

The ventriloquists assistant wonā€™t cross the picket line of the magicians assistants. And thatā€™s how the ventriloquists assistants were made to disappear by the magicians, bypassing the magicians assistant, who was nowhere to be seen. Had been informally replaced. A grievance was filed.
And now the ventriloquist has a lovely assistant.

I had a ventriloquist dummy but it was a mute. I try not to judge but it was dressed as a prisoner. It used to pass me notes through the bar. That is how I cheated on my legal certification. Iā€™m certain. The things that dummyā€™s note said couldnā€™t be repeated. Certainly not by him.

Most ventriloquist dummies are not good listeners.

I was lucky in this regard, and was able to drink a glass of water in peace.

Satiating my terrible thirst for justice

Coffee gives gas the musical

The day you could no longer buy leaded gasoline was the saddest day for every waiter in America who was dependent upon the ā€œleadedā€ or ā€œunleadedā€ joke whenever approaching a table to offer caffeinated or decaf coffee.

Now the coffee service was a hollow gesture. A mechanistic gruel.

But Broadway beckoned. And

ā€œLeaded or unleaded the musicalā€

opened to pour box office. Which, trivially, was a joke in the first act.


During the intermission, the songwriter,

he used to be a waiter,

but that was back in the days when a man could get a cup of Joe,

without a lot of song and dance,

and brother that was a long time ago, he was jittery. Caffeinated. Like.


His name was Joe. Joe the waiter. Now Joe the songbird. And the play was full of double entendres and tongue twisters and, to tell you the truth, it was a little risquƩ. Which is French for right dirty, sister. So it did boffo box office.

BOFFO
ā€œInsert two bits for a cup of Joeā€ was the third song in the first act.

The bits in question were old vaudeville sets, Marked up.
It hasnā€™t aged well.
For one thing young people today donā€™t understand they used to put lead in gasoline. To knock out the knocks, if one can believe.

Baked or Fried, fit to be tied

How many donuts are in a dozen is not variable. Every donut past the mark is a bonus. At sleazy donut shops you can arrange to receive bottomless donuts. But then you have to eat them all, including the holes.
Stand-up comedy dressed like a doughnut. A talking doughnut. Jelly filled. Sugarcoated. Donut laugh.
The donut stripper left sprinkles everywhere.
In states where it is legal to do so, donuts are commonly fried.
The donut guru smiled and said I, dough-nut, know.

Donut proceed with caution

My new childrenā€™s book ā€œthe happiest cornflakeā€ will be serialized on the back ofā€¦ letā€™s fill our bowls with imagination. Visualize. Stay puffed. Donut be a marshmallow in the resistance. Donut sugarcoat things. Donut go soft. I am General Mills. This is a dry cereal outpost.

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This podcast is so important I recorded it on my phone.

My apologies to those I have yet to offend.

No apologies to those I have re-offended.

To those I have pre-arranged a future offense for, I await payment.

ā€œSomeone Elseā€™s Memoriesā€ from the album ā€œThe Politics of Desireā€ by Revolution Void licensed under Creative Commons Attribution License 3.0.

Winner Winner! by Kevin MacLeod
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Fuzzball Parade by Kevin MacLeod
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A notice from Mr Raffin regarding his availability at this time

Letā€™s face it if youā€™re here it means only one thing you were caught in a filter. And yes those filters are only there because we are surrounded by highway bandits. I know they donā€™t look like what youā€™re thinking of when you think about bandits. For one thing they donā€™t wear bandannas. Nobody transports money by train anymore. And bullion is just a soup. Like lentil vegetable. Or peanut brittle. Melted. And they donā€™t wear hats because hats went out of style my friend. Wide brim. Narrow brim. Stove top. Pork pie. Headband. Beanie. Weā€™re in too deep.

Beep.

Remember, I am available to entertain at gala balls, union rallies, and nudist resorts. My material, as always, is high class, proletariat, and without shame. You will laugh so hard you tinkle in your pants. If that is appropriate attire in venue.