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The horror of blimps
Last week while travelling I stopped at a Zany Brainy store and saw that they had a blimp for sale. It’s called Airship Earth, and it’s a great big balloon with a map of the Earth on it, and two propellors hanging from the bottom. You blow up the balloon with helium put batteries in it, and you have a radio controll indoor blimp.

I’d seen these things for sale in Sharper Image catalogs for $60-$75. At Zany Brainy it was on clearance for $15. What a deal!

Last night my wife was playing tennis and it was just my daughter and I at home. I bought a small helium tank from a party store, and last night we put the blimp together.

Let me tell you, it’s quite a blimp. It’s huge. The balloon has like a 3 ft diameter.

We blew it up with the tank attacched the gondola with the propellors, and put in batteries.

Then we balanced the blimp for neutral bouyancy with this putty that came with it, so it hangs in the air by itself neither rising nor falling.

It was easy and fun, and then I blew up another balloon and made Mickey Mouse helium voices for my daughter.

My three year old girl loved it. We flew the blimp all over the house, terrorized the dog, attacked the fish tank, and the controls were so easy my daughter could fly.

Let’s face it, blimps are fun.

Alas, the fun had to end and my daughter had to go to sleep. I left the blimp floating in my office downstairs, my wife came home, and we went to bed, and slept the sleep of the righteous.

At this point it is important to know that my house has central heating. I have it configured to blow hot air out on the ground floor and take it in at the second floor to take advantage of the fact that heat rises.

The blimp which was up until this moment a fun toy here embarked on a career of evil. Using the artificial convection of my central heating, the blimp stealthily departed my office. It moved silently through the living and drifted to the staircase. Gliding wraithlike over the staircase it then entered the bedroom where my wife and I lay sleeping peacefully.

Running silently, and gliding six feet or so above the ground on invisible and tiny air currects it approached the bed.

In spite of it’s noiseless passage, or perhaps because of it, I awoke. That doesn’t really say it properly. Let me try again.

I awoke, the way you awake at 2:00 AM when your sleeping senses suddenly tell you without reason that the forces of evil on converging on you.

That still doesn’t do it. Let me try one more time.

I awoke the way you awake when you suddenly know that there is a large levitating sinister presence hovering towards you with menacing intent through the maligant darkness.

Now sometimes I do wake up in the middle of the night thinking that there are large sinister and menacing things floating out of the darkness to do me and mine evil. Usually I open my eyes, look and listen carefully, decide it was a false alarm, and go back to sleep.

So, the fact that I awoke in such a manner was not all that unusual.

On this occasion I awoke to the sense that there was a large menacing presence approaching me silently out of the gloom, so I opened my eyes, and there it was! A LARGE SILENT MENACING PRESENCE WAS APPROACHING ME OUT OF THE GLOOM, AND IT COULD FLY!!!

Somewhere in the control room of my mind a fat little dwarf in a security outfit was paging through a Penthouse while smoking a cigar with his feet up on the table, watching the security monitors of my brain with his peripheral vision. Suddenly he saw the LARGE SILENT SINSITER MENACING FLOATING PRESENCE coming at me, and he pulled every panic switch and hit every alarm that my body has. A full decade’s allotment of adrenaline was dumped into my bloodstream all at once. My metabolism went from “restful sleep mode” to HOLY SHIT! FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE OR DIE!!!! mode” in a nanosecond. My heart went from twenty something beats per minute to about 240 even faster.

I always knew this was going to happen. I always knew that skepticism and science were mere psychological decorations and vanities. Deep in our alligator brains we all know that the world is just chock full of evil and monsters and sinister forces aligned against us, and it is only a matter of time until they show up. Evolution know this, too. It knows what to do when the silent terror comes at you from out of the dark.

When 50 million years worth of evolutionary survival instinct hits you all at once flat in the gut at 200 mph it is not a pleasant sensation.

Without volition I screamed my battle cry (which is indistinguishable to the sound a little girl makes when you drop a spider down her dress (not that I’d know what that sounds like,) and lept out of bed in my underwear.

I struck the approaching menace with all my strength and almost fell over at the total lack of resistance that a helium balloon offers when you punch the living shit out of it with all the stength that sudden middle of the night terror produces.

It’s trajectory took it straight into the ceiling fan which whipped it about the room at terrifying velocity.

Seeking a weapon, I ripped the alarm clock out of its plug and hurled it at the now High Velocity Menacing presence (breaking the clock and putting a nice hole in the wall.)

Somehow at this moment I suddenly realized that I was fighting the blimp, and not a monster. It might have been funny if I didn’t truly and actually feel like I was having a legitimate heart-attack.

On quivering legs I went to the bathroom and literally gagged into the toilet while shaking uncontrollably with the shock of the reaction I’d had.

Unbeleivably, both my wife and daughter had completely slept through the incident. When I decided that I wasn’t having a heart attack after all I went back into the bedroom and found the blimp which had somehow survived the incident.

I took it to the walk in closet and released it inside where it floated around with the air currents released from the vents in there. I closed the door, this sealing it in, and went back to bed. About 500 years later I fell asleep.

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At about 7 am my wife awoke. She had been playing tennis and wasn’t aware that we have assembled the blimp the previous evening, and that is was now floating around the the walk-in closet that she approached.

The dyndamic between the existing air currents of the closet and the suction caused by opening the door was just enough to give the blimp the appearance of an Evil Sinister Menace flying straight towards her.

This time the blimp did not survive the encounter, nor almost, did I, as I had to explain to my very angry spouse what motivated me to hide an evil lurking presence in the closet for her to find at 7 am.

I can order replacement balloons on the internet but I don’t think I will.

Some blimps are better off dead.

Comedian Kirk Fox talks about cars, his Prius and a car that runs on barley and hops.  Funny Video.  Enjoy!!

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These guys manage to drop a steamroller on a car. I don’t know who hired the guy operating the crane but start looking for another job dude. What do you do after dropping something like that on someone’s car? Leave a note? Its pretty funny. Enjoy!!
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The people that thought up these pranks are geniouses!  They are mostly scare pranks, and the looks on the faces of the people getting pranked is priceless.  The pecock in the bathroom is one of my favorites.  Who puts a pecock in a bathroom?  This is a great video!  Enjoy!!

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This poor kid is sitting in the front row of a puppet show and he is totally scared of puppets. Not a good combination. You almost have to feel bad about laughing at this. Check out 0:26, after seeing this kid’s facial expressions I nearly lost it.
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When will I learn? The answers to life’s problems aren’t at the bottom of a bottle – they’re on TV!

Bingo! I love that game, but I can’t remember what to say when you win.

Ah, beer. The cause of and the solution to all of life’s problems.

What’s the point of going out? We’re just going to wind up back here anyway.

Lisa, vampires are make believe, like elves, gremlins, and Eskimos.

Save me, Jeebus!

Facts are meaningless – you could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true!

I’m not impressed easily. Wow! A blue car!

Well, crying isn’t gonna bring him back, unless your tears smell like dog food.

I don’t hate your mother, I just won’t be sad when she dies.

How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain – remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?

Who are you? Why am I here? I want answers now or I want them eventually!

Maybe, just once, someone will call me ‘Sir’ without adding, ‘You/re making a scene’.

I’m a ‘Spalding Gray’ in a ‘Rick Dees’ world.

Donuts…is there anything they can’t do?

Trying is the first step toward failure.

Because they’re stupid, that’s why. That’s why everybody does everything!

That’s it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I’m going to clown college!

You know those balls that they put on car antennas so you can find them in the parking lot? Those should be on every car!

Marge, I’m going to miss you so much. And it’s not just the sex! It’s also the food preparation.

When I look at the smiles on all the children’s faces, I just know they’re about to jab me with something.


America’s health care system is second only to Japan, Canada, Sweden, Great Britain, well…all of Europe. But you can thank your lucky stars we don’t live in Paraguay!

It’s like something out of that “twilighty” show about that zone.

Marge, you being a cop makes you the man – which makes me the woman; and I have no interest in that, besides occasionally wearing the underwear, which (as we discussed) is strictly a comfort thing.

Whenever Marge turns on one of her “non-violent” programs, I take a walk. I go to a bar, I pound a few, then I stumble home in the mood for love…

It’s not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day.

English? Who needs that? I’m never going to England!

I like my beer cold, my TV loud, and my homosexuals flaming.

Without our immigrants, who will kick our field goals, or train our white tigers?

Oh no! What have I done? I smashed open my little boy’s piggy bank, and for what? A few measly cents, not even enough to buy one beer. Wait a minute, lemme count and make sure…not even close!

Beer – now THERE’S a temporary solution.

How could you? Haven’t you learned anything from that guy who gives those sermons at church? Captain What’s His Name? We live in a society of laws! Why do you think I took you to all those “Police Academy” movies? For fun? Well, I didn’t hear anybody laughing – did you? Except at that guy who made sound effects. Where was I? Oh yeah, stay out of my booze.

Or what? You’ll release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouth and when they bark they shoot bees at you?

You’re saying butt-kisser like it’s a bad thing!

Well, let’s just call them, uh, Mr. X and Mrs. Y. So anyway, Mr. X would say, ‘Marge, if this doesn’t get your motor running, my name isn’t Homer J. Simpson.’

I know what you’re saying, Bart. When I was young, I wanted an electric football machine more than anything else in the world, and my parents bought it for me, and it was the happiest day of my life. Well, goodnight!

Apu, you got any Skittle Brau? Never mind, just give me some Duff and a pack of Skittles.

You’ll have to speak up, I’m wearing a towel.

Those guys were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked.

Extended warranty? How can I lose?

Mmmmmm – 52 slices of American cheese.

Hey, I asked for ketchup – I’m eatin’ salad here!

When I first heard that Marge was joining the police academy, I thought it would be fun and zany, you know like that movie… “Spaceballs”. But instead it was dark and disturbing, like that movie “Police Academy”.

I think Mr. Smithers picked me for my motivational skills. Everyone always says they have to work twice as hard when I’m around!

Son, when you participate in sporting events – it’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how drunk you get.

Marge, it takes two to lie. One to lie, and one to listen.

Just because I don’t care doesn’t mean I don’t understand!

I’m trying to fix your mother’s camera. Easy, easy – Hmmm. I think I need a bigger drill.

You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is ‘never try’.

Oh, everything’s too damned expensive these days. Like this Bible. It cost 15 bucks! And talk about a preachy book! Everybody’s a sinner! Except this guy.

God bless those pagans.

Don’t let Krusty’s death get you down, boy. People die all the time, just like that. Why, you could wake up dead tomorrow! Well, good night!

If you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now, quiet, they’re about to announce the lottery numbers!

You couldn’t fool your mother on the foolingest day of your life if you had an electrified fooling machine.

Go ahead and play the blues if it’ll make you happy.

I’m a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are.

With $10,000, we’d be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like… love!

All right, let’s not panic. I’ll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.

Woo hoo! 350 dollars! Now I can buy 70 transcripts of Nightline!

Oh, people can come up with statistics to prove anything. 14% of people know that.

When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power – like God must feel when he’s holding a gun.

You know boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like women. You just have to read the manual and press the right button.

I hope I didn’t brain my damage!

Nuts and gum, together at last!

We’ll die together, like a father and son should.

Let us celebrate this agreement with the adding of chocolate to milk.

We’re gonna get a new TV. Twenty-one inch screen, realistic flesh tones, and a little cart so we can wheel it into the dining room on holidays!

First you don’t want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!

Son, a woman is a lot like a… a refrigerator! They’re about six feet tall, 300 pounds. They make ice, and… um… Oh, wait a minute. Actually, a woman is more like a beer.

Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster’s dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one’s garden.

Now, Marge, don’t discourage the boy. Weaseling out of things is what separates us from the animals. Except the weasel.

You can’t go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain’t ketchup!

I saw this movie about a bus that had to SPEED around a city, keeping its SPEED over fifty, and if its SPEED dropped, it would explode! I think it was called “The Bus That Couldn’t Slow Down.”

I don’t have to be careful, I’ve got a gun!

I’m normally not a praying man, but if you’re up there, please save me, Superman!

Oh, they have Internet on computers now.

Marge I swear, I never thought that you would find out.

Books are useless: I only ever read one book, “To Kill A Mockingbird” – and it gave me absolutely no insight on how to kill mockingbirds! Sure it taught me not to judge a man by the color of his skin, but what good does THAT do me?

Shut up, brain, or I’ll stab you with a Q-Tip!

I am so smart, I am so smart, S M R T, I mean S M A R T.

I’m not gonna lie to you, Marge. See ya soon!

This is a compilation of four hillarious banned commercials from around the world. They are all super funny! The first one is two men in a sauna… check out 0:22. Then we have a man taking care of a baby. Next, we have a lady that wants something out of a vending machine and then she brings the PAIN. Last there are two dudes that take some elderly ladies cameras and have fun with it. Enjoy!!!
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Step 1. Tie balloons to car.
Step 2. Drive like a bat out of hell
Step 3. Watch people freak out!!!