International Space Station, Outer Space:

Three days after takeoff and 220 miles from Planet Earth, the crew of the Space Shuttle Endeavor realized that after careful packing, no one brought toothpaste.

“Packing for a week in Disney is hard enough,” exclaimed the flight commander. He went on to say, “The crew is giving me [sic] because I forgot the toothpaste. At least I didn’t forget the Japanese space station module, Canadian robot with 11′ articulating arm, and the rocket fuel that got us here!”

The oversight became evident, as the sleeping quarters of the International Space Station began to fill with smell rotting food or flesh. “We started looking in every corner for a dead mouse or something,” said the flight’s navigator. “Then all at once, it became clear that the smell was our collective halitosis.”

The only relief in sight for the frustrated crew is a safe return home fourteen days from now, says a person familiar with the amenities found aboard the International Space Station. “Its gonna be tough up there. The last crew to leave the space station took anything that wasn’t bolted down and tried to sell the stuff on Ebay.”

“Godspeed,” says this reporter.

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An independent 16.5 year study has linked coffee consumption to really warm and muddy poo.

I’ve been drinking coffee since about the age of 15.  Each morning starts just about the same - I wake up, shower, get dressed, hop on the train, and head to work.

Just before entering my building, I visit the coffee cart on 16th and 9th.  I pass the guy $1.25 and he hands me a ‘large-milk-no-sugar.’

He might as well be handing me a laxative.  Every time I grip that warm cup of joe, my sphincter quivers and my focus shifts from caffeine intake, to intestinal output.

This has happened every day for more than 15 years, so as far as I’m concerned this is a valid epidemiological study.

Here is the conclusion to my independent study:

Warm cup of coffee touching hand leads to instant desire to poop.

n = 1

Duration = 16.5 Years

Do you dare to prove me wrong?

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Six miles separates the Meat Packing District and Sunnyside, Queens. The E train covers most of that gap, with only one transfer to the 7 train. So finding a seat for the first leg of the trip is a reward - especially after sitting at a desk all day.

Standing on the 14th street platform, I could see the E train arriving. Amazed at what I saw, I sprinted towards an empty car thinking, ‘An empty car, with seats galore!’

The doors swung open and I sank in to the seat right next to the door - no one sitting next to me and an easy exit at 23rd and Ely.

Suddenly the trip improved tenfold. From the warm smell of stilton, it was clear that my friends or family - possibly both - had reserved that very car to present me with a surprise fondue party! Read more

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Here’s a penis picture [yes, man dick a la superbad] that was drawn by one of my good friends in 9th or 10th grade during study hall. I saved it in my wallet for approximately 15 years. The aged edges of the paper make it look like we drew it on parchment around the same time that rigid-dicked pilgrim landed on Plymouth Rock. Here you go:

If you have any saved dick drawings, post em as a reply. This could be one of the funnier posts of all time.

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I’d like everyone to know that this blog is intended to be nothing more than silly and sometimes informative.   Enjoy the read!

Special thanks to LogoWorks for dreaming up this beauty.   What do you think?  This is the one I decided to use:

Not bad…  And not too offensive :-)

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