Showing posts with label jokes. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Dallas Cowboys win the Most Penalties Medal

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What the fans didn’t know was that Coaches Wade Phillips and Jason Garret were trying for a balanced attack of 300 yards in penalties and 300 yards of offense.  Jerry Jones was giving out bonuses for penalties and the player with the most at the end of year gets a million dollar payday.

Well, at least that’s the way it seemed anyway.  After all, if you had incentives against penalties no one would be talking about a $55K dinner.  Rather the discussion would be about how a certain rookie had to pay $10,000 penalties to Jerry Jones’ favorite charity for holding on that touchdown play.  There should also be positive incentives.  For each position the active player with the fewest penalties should get a $10 K bonus at the end of each week in which they win.  If they make it to the play offs the active players with the fewest penalties should get $100K bonuses.  And if they make it to the super bowl the active players with the fewest penalties at each position should get a million dollar bonus.  The term “active players” will have to be defined by something like number of games played in a given period and the number of minutes played per game.  The bonuses and penalties need to be on top of everything else the players are getting.  Both the bonuses and penalties should be advertised so the press knows who got what.  If there are any contractual or legal impediments to this scheme then figure out some other way to get it done.  It’s still not against the law to give gifts or take someone out to dinner.  Let the players have a penalty jar wherein everyone who commits a penalty has to put $10K into the jar and the active players who make the least penalties at the end of the year share the proceeds of the penalty jar.  Where there is a will there is a way.

Those who characterize Dallas’ running attack refer to three-headed monster.  Given that the running game sometimes realizes about a yard per carry, it’s actually more like a three-toed sloth.  If your quarterback has gained the most yards in a game, your running is not attacking anyone.

You can’t blame the running backs though.  Jerry Jones must be paying them something like $75,000 per yard.   Giving that their production is at times a yard per rush,  the very notion that they still get paid for looking for a soft place to lay down must strike the runners as so funny that they fall down laughing each time they think of it.

Some complain of excessive celebrations.  Hey, some of these guys celebrate their bowel movements.  Even the unsuccessful ones.  You can hardly expect them to restrain themselves when they manage to fall down harmlessly.  If you think it’s so easy you try to fall down without getting hurt! 

Surely it is painful to these proud men when some characterize them in this way:  “A sub par player who celebrates excessively when his level of play rises to the merely mediocre.”

And in closing I will paraphrase number 8.  If you lose the special teams struggle, you lose the game.  When was the last time you won the special teams struggle?  And as a post script to a post script, if you don’t know how to practice getting turnovers you better learn.  You will not win another game without an advantage in that area.

 

 

 

 

 

Best Glue Sniffer on the Short Bus Award

Audio Autoeroticism and Verbal Flatulence

Bad Bathroom Buddies

Cover Band for Satan

Constellation of Idiots in a Galaxy of Fools

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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Jesus does not need a Cover Band but Satan does. Welcome to Hell!

It’s worse than you know.

It’s later than you think.

It will happen before you are ready.

Not only is the horse gone, moreover the barn burned down.  Congratulations on saving the door.

You are a week late and that will be an additional $3,000.69 please.

You are early.  A year early.  What do you propose to do about food and accommodations until then?  Oh, and by the way at this altitude extra oxygen is mandatory.  No, you may not borrow any.  My suggestion?  Start back down the mountain now and you’ll be dead of hypoxia by morning.  No worries though there is a convenient crevasse that we will kick your corpse into and your parents and fiancé can bury you next spring when you thaw out.

Yes, that frog did just sit in that hot water until it boiled to death.  Did you notice that you are wet?

No, that is not a puddle of distilled water that you’re soaking in.  That’s molecular acid.  Why didn’t I tell you earlier, like when you first put your hand on the counter?   Number 1:  I don’t like you.  Number 2:  It’s funny.  Number 3:  I am performing an experiment.

No.  The check is not in the mail.  I’ve decided not to pay you.  Yes, you could sue.  Have your lawyer contact me in Guatemala.  He’ll have to find me first…

But your dog likes the taste of dynamite.  Besides, no other dog in the neighborhood is dumb enough to bite something that looks like it might be on fire.

Hey for all I know your kid likes Wild Turkey

Oh by the way a government agent investigating you for a security clearance for that new job you are applying for came by.  I told him that your favorite historical figures were Osama Bin Laden and the Anti Christ, your favorite literature was last month’s issue of Leather Nun, and your lucky number was 666.  I also told him that you almost never steal and only lie when the cover up fails and that your favorite book is the “Hammer of Witches.”  I was going to tell him I was only kidding but he was suddenly in a big hurry to leave.

There are no Arch Angels named Rufus, Chewy and Bocephus so quit saying there are.

The government did not teach you to light your shoe polish with a match, have illicit sex in a dumpster, or use terms  like “mandatory fun” and “military bearing” so stop saying it did.

It’s not an experiment if you already know what will happen so, no; we will not drop penguins, turkeys, lawyers or even the odd congressman out of a helicopter for “science.”  Besides, it’s always unnerving when Satan appears saves the lawyers and welcomes the congressman home.

Because I like you AI will let you in on a little secret.  Girls love it when you present them with a bouquet composed of deodorant, mouthwash, and soap rather than a corsage.

A cover band in Hell

But your dog likes the taste of dynamite

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