<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910</id><updated>2011-12-05T09:42:59.049-05:00</updated><category term='*maintenance'/><category term='*bailout'/><category term='definition of sports'/><category term='*dailydroppings'/><category term='Free Jared'/><category term='takeover'/><category term='bron-bron'/><category term='where do babies come from?'/><category term='*mock draft'/><category term='*twenty-five'/><category term='*storytime'/><category term='*trade'/><category term='muppet'/><category term='*comment on comments'/><category term='*video'/><category term='the end'/><category term='new year'/><category term='*final four'/><category term='morgan freeman'/><category term='*twitter'/><category term='*2lie1truth'/><category term='evil'/><category term='*jointly-written'/><category term='*owned in the face'/><category term='boston patriots'/><category term='*excuses'/><category term='celtics'/><category term='recession'/><category term='*recipe'/><category term='*Merry Christmas'/><category term='video game characters'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='*welcome'/><category term='award ceremony'/><category term='journey to mordor'/><category term='bonuses'/><category term='2008 awards'/><category term='*fillers'/><category term='Happy Royal Wedding Day'/><category term='120 stars'/><category term='acceptance speech'/><category term='sharks'/><category term='*NBA'/><category term='not free doughnuts'/><category term='lying'/><category term='*prediction'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='*challenge'/><category term='*jared and calvin debate'/><category term='worst pickup line ever'/><category term='sing-a-long songs'/><category term='*chat'/><category term='typos'/><category term='snow'/><category term='*random thoughts'/><category term='writers block 2011'/><title type='text'>for humor's sake</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-8437071017461816506</id><published>2011-11-07T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:16:00.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the rule of three: Cricket</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, we at FHS follow the sacred humor code of Hammurabi. One of the laws is something we call "The Rule of Three".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an explanation of the Rule of Three, see the following excerpt for our book that still haven't been published or fully written yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In social settings, many humorists shoot off comments that are pertinent to the situation everyone is experiencing. If there are a number of them, they will most likely add to comments made, or what we'll call extensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, someone in the group has bad breath. Humorist 1 says, "whoa what did you eat, a poop sandwich?" Folks may laugh. Humorist 2 says, "No, it smells more like a poop omlette." Folks continue to laugh. Humorist 3 now has a decision to make. Does he a.) make an additional comment or does he b.) let his genius comment go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The predicament that our joking friend has is a perfect example of the Rule of Three in action.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway, occasionally we break the rule for humor's sake, so we're going to try to start a series of conversations that involve us breaking the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jared:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.espncricinfo.com/pakistan/content/current/story/539063.html"&gt;http://www.espncricinfo.com/pakistan/content/current/story/539063.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;calvin:&lt;/b&gt; i wonder what crotch got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jared:&lt;/b&gt; i think Butt couldn't keep up with the team&lt;br /&gt;he was a little behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;calvin:&lt;/b&gt; he stunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jared:&lt;/b&gt; at least they got to the bottom of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;calvin:&lt;/b&gt; he was the biggest hole in the team's productivity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-8437071017461816506?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/8437071017461816506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=8437071017461816506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8437071017461816506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8437071017461816506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/11/breaking-rule-of-three-cricket.html' title='Breaking the rule of three: Cricket'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-5861336959726122957</id><published>2011-11-04T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:10:55.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress.</title><content type='html'>A look into human history will display the lengths and depths that man will go to innovate. &amp;nbsp;We have invented countless technologies that have made the world more accessible and life more enjoyable. &amp;nbsp;Yet with all our advanced technology, no one has been able to create a recipe for Honey Bunches of Oats that doesn't get soggy in milk. &amp;nbsp;Progress? I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-5861336959726122957?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/5861336959726122957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=5861336959726122957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5861336959726122957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5861336959726122957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/11/progress.html' title='Progress.'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7386350798566766332</id><published>2011-10-03T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:11:00.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new opening</title><content type='html'>With Red Sox manager Terry Francona reportedly out of a job and Friendly's ice cream planning to file for &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/09/30/friendlys-bankruptcy_n_988607.html"&gt;Chapter 11 bankruptcy&lt;/a&gt;, we started to hear things in the rumor mill here at FHS (it's actually a mill). We heard through the grapevine that Friendly's is currently in negotiations to hire Tito as the new manager of the Friendly's restaurant chain. Here's how we think he'll make an impact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He'll move the franchise to either Chicago, Houston, St. Louis, or to South Beach.&lt;br /&gt;- He'll rename the Fribble to the Ribbie.&lt;br /&gt;- He'll ban the forbidden chocolate off the menu&lt;br /&gt;- He'll change the clown sundae to the Manny sundae with twizzlers as dreads&lt;br /&gt;- He'll re-brand the Happy Ending Sundae as the Unhappy Ending Sundae or Sundae 162, for short.&lt;br /&gt;- He'll remake the &lt;a href="http://consumerist.com/2010/06/friendlys-grilled-cheese-burger-melt-is-coming-for-your-arteries.html"&gt;Grilled Cheese BurgerMelt&lt;/a&gt; so that it's leaner and more conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;- He'll change policy so that staff members won't eat dinner with each other, but will have each others back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Tito, may you lead Friendly's to another championship and end the Curse of the Brighams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7386350798566766332?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7386350798566766332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7386350798566766332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7386350798566766332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7386350798566766332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-opening.html' title='new opening'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3158472622273661092</id><published>2011-09-29T07:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:20:20.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scapegoats</title><content type='html'>Step aside, Steve Bartman. We know it wasn't your &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Bartman_incident"&gt;fault&lt;/a&gt; that the Cubs lost that playoff series in 2003. It's ridiculous that people still blame your interfering with the foul ball as the sole reason the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse_of_the_Billy_Goat"&gt;Curse of the Billy Goat&lt;/a&gt; continues to this day. Let's not forget that it was only Game 6 (Cubs up 3-2), and there still plenty of opportunities for the Cubs to stop the Marlins from winning that game. Anyways, that's besides the point, Bartman, you're vindicated. Tonight, we have found a new scapegoat for a baseball team's epic collapse, specifically the 2011 Red Sox. I'd like to present to you the 2011 version of Steve Bartman: the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubTWoLOXes0/TaWMtQQJ4zI/AAAAAAAAA8s/n-JdlTvUJLc/s1600/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks, it was the rain's fault that the Red Sox did not make the playoffs this year. I'm not talking about a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rain_%28entertainer%29"&gt;South Korean pop star&lt;/a&gt;, I'm talking about drip-drop rain. Don't believe me? Let me explain. Right before the rain delay started, the Red Sox were up 3-2 and the Rays were down 7-0. All seemed calm and well, the Red Sox are going to crawl backwards with no arms into the playoffs, but at least they will make it. Things couldn't be better. But then in a sudden twist of fate, the shy, yet cute low pressure clouds in the Washington DC area decided to DTR with the popular, yet accepting high pressure clouds, and next thing you knew, bamm, relationship--I mean rain. And after that delay, things started to fall apart. Red Sox blew their lead in the 9th and a few minutes later, the Rays stamped their ticket to the playoffs with a game-winning home run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do now as Red Sox fans? We crucify rain! The next time you feel drops coming from the sky, I want everyone start capturing rain water in jars or any container you can find. Then go home and boil the rain water until it disappears off the face of the earth. That ought to send a message to the clouds in the sky to not mess with Red Sox Nation. And I don't want to hear any scientific mumbo-jumbo about the water cycle, we have to strike quickly and not think rationally. We should also tell the rain to go away and never come back. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Sox Nation, remember it wasn't the player's poor play, lack of consistent offense, awful starting pitching, a bullpen that can't hold a lead, overpaid outfielders, a 2-10 start, a 20 loss September, bad managing, or a complacent front office's fault for this epic collapse, it was our aqueous enemy, the rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3158472622273661092?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3158472622273661092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3158472622273661092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3158472622273661092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3158472622273661092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/09/scapegoats.html' title='scapegoats'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubTWoLOXes0/TaWMtQQJ4zI/AAAAAAAAA8s/n-JdlTvUJLc/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7356052781538282945</id><published>2011-09-02T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:55:00.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashers</title><content type='html'>No it's not what you're thinking sicko! I'm talking about cars here!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems like people flash their highbeam at you for no reason! And you think to yourself - do I know that person? Are my highbeams on? Should I chase them and ask them why they just highbeamed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be all of the above (I wouldn't recommend chasing them down though) or next time you should slow down, because it could mean that there's a cop up ahead. It actually saved me a few times, probably because I'm so confused and trying to think about what I did wrong that I inadvertently slowed down. Hey whatever works right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here lies the problem... I like it when people do this for me, but I don't want to do it for others. I know I should probably extend the same courtesy to others, but I really can't do it! When someone flies past me, in my head I'm actually hoping there's a cop up ahead. You know why? Because I actually enjoy watching people get pulled over.....  as long as it's not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7356052781538282945?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7356052781538282945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7356052781538282945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7356052781538282945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7356052781538282945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/09/flashers.html' title='Flashers'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6506858624842612394</id><published>2011-08-25T08:45:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:45:00.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of punctuation.</title><content type='html'>Today's post will show the importance of including commas, semicolons, and hyphens in everyday writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What they meant:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Let's attack, Calvin."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What they wrote:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Let's attack Calvin."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the comma, our game of Halo went from cooperative fun to cold-blooded betrayal. This is why we should just get an Xbox headset instead of gameplanning on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What they meant:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"The following people are promoted: Auyeung, Mike; Ortiz, David."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What they &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;wrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"The following people are promoted: Auyeung, Mike, Ortiz, David."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his boss didn't use a semicolon, Mikey thought his 4 colleagues: Auyeung Lee, Mike Chan, Ortiz Rasputin, and David Pedroia got the promotion he had worked so hard for. By the time Mikey realized he got the promotion, his boss's toupee had already been vacuumed off his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exhibit C:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What they meant:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Steve Jobs re-signs as Apple CEO."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What they &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;wrote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Steve Jobs resigns as Apple CEO."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By forgetting the hyphen, now everyone thinks Steve Jobs is leaving his position at Apple. In actuality, he has re-signed with his company for 8 years, 120 million dollars. Hopefully, Chris Johnson doesn't demand to be paid like a top CEO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6506858624842612394?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6506858624842612394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6506858624842612394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6506858624842612394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6506858624842612394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/08/importance-of-punctuation.html' title='The importance of punctuation.'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-396252645656963791</id><published>2011-08-23T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:30:25.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Country! Water Country! Water Country!</title><content type='html'>Have some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4oKOsDo8Ac"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;! Seriously if you've been in Boston for more than one summer you should know this song by heart. They play it all the time on the radio and on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not from Boston, I don't think they've changed their TV commercial in over 10 years. Because for as long as I've been in Boston that's the commercial I remember. The video quality is grainy and outdated. The kids in the video are now in their 30's and bringing their kids to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what about the theme song? Why is it so catchy? I just have to sing along out loud no matter where I am. I just can't help it and I hope they never change it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what the funny thing is... as much as I like the song and you would think I'd be there every summer, but I have never been to Water Country. So thank you Water Country not for a very cool spot, or a place to feel and be young, but for a very very catchy and timeless jingle. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-396252645656963791?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/396252645656963791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=396252645656963791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/396252645656963791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/396252645656963791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/08/water-country-water-country-water.html' title='Water Country! Water Country! Water Country!'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-5378120077109179378</id><published>2011-08-18T08:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:32:02.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about something.  Anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ever notice that people just sort of show up into the internet-celebridom?  Random people get a buzz and all of a sudden they're famous for really doing nothing, besides having a particular body type (Kim Kardashian), being rich (Paris Hilton), or doing something less kid-friendly (Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton).   They just kind of showed up and were instantly famous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sparked a thought in my mind.  I have a particular body type (mine), I am rich (rich in debt), and I do something that's not kid-friendly (eating vegetables). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can become an internet celebrity too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So I started shooting a viral video of me eating corn when it hit me.  These factors really don't matter! Why? Because there is one thing that unites all famous people on the internet.  Quickly, I put my corn down and turned off my camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You probably think the x-factor is number of hits on a website, weblog, or facebook page.  WRONG!  Realistically regular Joe Schmoes like us can get heavy traffic too. (Thanks, mom!)  No, the thing that all celebrities have is this: more followers than followees. Check facebook, twitter, myspace, instagram.  Every famous person has what I call the golden ratio. (I'm gonna copyright that...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Golden Ratio of followers to followees has to be greater than 4. That's the key to being famous. Brilliant!  (If you want to check my math see below.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here was the plan: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 1: All I need to do is get a bunch of people to follow me.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 2: Bask in my own awesomeness + famousness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I realized a bump in my road to famawesomousness. My ratio would still be close to equilibrium. Then it came to me like a song I wrote. I could unfollow all of my friends and that would make my ratio perfectly unbalanced.  Genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'll send you a postcard from the top and when I thank all the little people that helped me win a Webby, know that I am talking about you, my ex-friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;test famawesomousness () {&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;GR=F/f &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;if  (GR &amp;gt; 4) {&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;u =  "famous celebrity";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;} else if (GR &amp;lt;= 4) {&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;u = "local yokel";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-5378120077109179378?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/5378120077109179378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=5378120077109179378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5378120077109179378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5378120077109179378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/08/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6915620991324471236</id><published>2011-08-17T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:49:00.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joke.</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you mix Brandy with honey from the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~aarong/from-andrew/upn/moesha/moesha.gif"&gt;Mo&lt;/a&gt;', &lt;a href="http://blogs.miaminewtimes.com/cultist/PaulMooney1.jpg"&gt;Mooney&lt;/a&gt;, mo problems. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who's bizack? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYr4lNlcKPg/Tksv9pTZgcI/AAAAAAAABZA/EJIhOC3vbng/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYr4lNlcKPg/Tksv9pTZgcI/AAAAAAAABZA/EJIhOC3vbng/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641655694317420994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss the ring. #swag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6915620991324471236?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6915620991324471236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6915620991324471236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6915620991324471236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6915620991324471236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/08/joke.html' title='A Joke.'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYr4lNlcKPg/Tksv9pTZgcI/AAAAAAAABZA/EJIhOC3vbng/s72-c/DSC_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-5129386874046031442</id><published>2011-08-13T03:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:23:56.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the left coast. And now a message from our sponsors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J19N9ZPVSgs?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J19N9ZPVSgs?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-5129386874046031442?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/5129386874046031442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=5129386874046031442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5129386874046031442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5129386874046031442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/08/greetings-from-left-coast-and-now.html' title='Greetings from the left coast. And now a message from our sponsors...'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-8451431551775301172</id><published>2011-08-01T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:50:00.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Planets</title><content type='html'>Calvin informed us as we were playing video games with the volume on full blast that he's going to the Moon and won't be back for a while. Pshh, out of all the places in the solar system to visit, he picks the Moon? Boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me wonder what it would be like to live on another planet in the solar system. Here are some quick thoughts of living on each planet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury - It's for those who need major tans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus - Too many woman there, not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth - Currently live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars - Too many men there, not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter - If you want to gain a lot of weight quickly, this is the place for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturn - For those who love the bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uranus - You never know what you'll find there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptune - For cold people and Pharrell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto - Sorry, you don't make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin, have fun on the Moon, bring us back some cheese and a US flag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-8451431551775301172?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/8451431551775301172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=8451431551775301172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8451431551775301172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8451431551775301172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/08/planets.html' title='Planets'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4778155766932358564</id><published>2011-07-29T12:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:31:58.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Marriages are never easy. So you can understand when I was a little uneasy when I first heard about this marriage. It's hard when you bring a new person into your life - trying to get them to understand your lifestyle and thinking. We can hope that it will work out. And when it does, it's amazing! But when it doesn't, it can get ugly real quick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's my toast to you:  Best of Luck to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New England Patriots! I hope it all works out with Albert Haynesworth and Chad Ochocinco!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4778155766932358564?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4778155766932358564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4778155766932358564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4778155766932358564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4778155766932358564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7957306304659383029</id><published>2011-07-26T09:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:52:00.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh!</title><content type='html'>Things you never want a hole in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- your pants&lt;br /&gt;- your raft/boat/ship&lt;br /&gt;- your tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup I woke up to find some sort of hole/chip on the side of my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maxillary_first_molar"&gt;maxillary first molar&lt;/a&gt;. Now I have to go to the dentist. Maybe I shouldn't have cancelled my appointment from a few months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again..  now I can get my &lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v182/71/84/901423/n901423_37660772_1866.jpg"&gt;grillz&lt;/a&gt; for real!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7957306304659383029?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7957306304659383029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7957306304659383029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7957306304659383029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7957306304659383029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh!'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2632859093173670168</id><published>2011-07-22T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:23:58.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow Thoughts</title><content type='html'>This is not as deep as Calvin's thoughts.. but I was just at a potluck, and at the end there were two diet pepsi and two diet coke opened, all about 80% full. Why do people do that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stuck with 4 diet sodas, and I have to drink them all within 48 hours before they all go flat. Look before you open a new one people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2632859093173670168?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2632859093173670168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2632859093173670168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2632859093173670168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2632859093173670168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/shallow-thoughts.html' title='Shallow Thoughts'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-321409114843919509</id><published>2011-07-20T10:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:29:00.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I liked talking to random people who would come into my dad's restaurant.  We'd talk for what seemed like forever, but was more likely a few minutes.  Today, I tried doing the same with some young kids at the park.  They must have been deep introverts because they ran away from me as I approached them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-321409114843919509?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/321409114843919509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=321409114843919509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/321409114843919509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/321409114843919509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/deep-thoughts_8226.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-9033336750027599140</id><published>2011-07-20T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:07:00.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Whenever we someone talks about fears, they talk about the acute stress response, or more commonly known as the fight-or-flight response.  But what if I fear flying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-9033336750027599140?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/9033336750027599140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=9033336750027599140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9033336750027599140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9033336750027599140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/deep-thoughts_20.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-9162692485609017170</id><published>2011-07-20T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:36:00.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>If 30's the new 20, does that make 20 the new 10's?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; If so, that means I will be cutting my bowl haircut before my &lt;s&gt;wedding&lt;/s&gt; prom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-9162692485609017170?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/9162692485609017170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=9162692485609017170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9162692485609017170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9162692485609017170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6687482469692564744</id><published>2011-07-19T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:01:00.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where's calvin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8xboT-Qta8/TiUTd0oLYhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8vC8XemwCBQ/s1600/wherescalvin.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8xboT-Qta8/TiUTd0oLYhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8vC8XemwCBQ/s400/wherescalvin.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think we lost Calvin. We think we left him either at the mall or at the zoo. Our hope was that we could easily spot him because of his attire, but unfortunately there were too many &lt;a href="http://accidentalchinesehipsters.tumblr.com/"&gt;hipsters&lt;/a&gt; around and it was free &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/submission/249453/Argyle_Crocodile/showmore,designs"&gt;argyle sweater&lt;/a&gt; day at the mall. We had no luck at the zoo either because of all the zebras roaming the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has info on his location, please post in our comments. We hope we find him soon, or else we'll be stuck with really bad &lt;a href="http://www.chinawhisper.com/chinese-county-leaders-floating-inspection-photo-spoofed-by-netizens"&gt;photoshop&lt;/a&gt; jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6687482469692564744?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6687482469692564744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6687482469692564744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6687482469692564744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6687482469692564744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/wheres-calvin.html' title='where&apos;s calvin?'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8xboT-Qta8/TiUTd0oLYhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8vC8XemwCBQ/s72-c/wherescalvin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3353497824683016968</id><published>2011-07-14T08:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:55:01.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Team USA Strikes Back!</title><content type='html'>The Women's World Cup is surprisingly interesting this year. I still have goosebumps after watching the replay of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytB17mKgrww"&gt;game tying goal&lt;/a&gt; against Brazil in the quarterfinals. After a win against France yesterday, the US has a date with Japan in the World Cup Finals. I haven't been this excited about women kicking balls since &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbTiiAtLXnE"&gt;1999&lt;/a&gt;. I actually don't know very much about the team this year, but I did some research on the Internet and here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star goalie, Hope Solo, daughter of Han Solo and Princess Leia, was named after the first movie her father starred in. Hope is actually her middle name, she has since dropped her birth name, Anew. She is the first Jedi to be named on the US Woman's National Team since Mia Hammwalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward Abby "Flying" Wambach, known for her offensive prowess, prefers using her head instead of her feet to score goals, in order to preserve &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WCb17psf8A"&gt;her great feet&lt;/a&gt;. She sometimes is referred to as "Wambacca" by her teammates, especially in her wookiee season. She is best friends with Hope Solo and they spend their vacation days smuggling heroes through Imperial blockades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet is so full of reliable and useful information, who needs encyclopedias? Go USA Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3353497824683016968?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3353497824683016968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3353497824683016968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3353497824683016968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3353497824683016968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/team-usa-strikes-back.html' title='Team USA Strikes Back!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1661108652182432555</id><published>2011-07-12T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:19:09.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Run Derby</title><content type='html'>I was actually entertained by the home run derby last night. The home run derby has always been one of my favorite all-star events. But it hasn't been as entertaining for a while. However within the last few years, it's become entertaining again. I really like how technology has become such a big part of the home run derby. Some of my favorite parts are the ball tracker chart and the super slow-mo of their swings. So why not take it to another level with the technology... wouldn't it be cool to have a video camera on the ball!? To see a ball crushed from the ball's point of view would be awesome! I'm sure with our technology now it can absolutely be done. So instead of seeing the &lt;a href="http://www.ohio-share.coxnewsweb.com/multimedia/dynamic/00975/APTOPIX_All_Star_Ba_975178l.jpg"&gt;ball fly at you&lt;/a&gt;, you can see &lt;a href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/aug2010/9/2/a-man-is-hit-by-a-baseball-pic-ap-271719386.jpg"&gt;this up close&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1661108652182432555?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1661108652182432555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1661108652182432555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1661108652182432555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1661108652182432555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-run-derby.html' title='Home Run Derby'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4836161293021914761</id><published>2011-07-11T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:09:00.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why i am doomed with acne</title><content type='html'>I have pimples on my face. There are many steps I could take to prevent them such as washing my face everyday, using Biore strips, or shedding my face. However, there are some things that are just out of my control that contribute to my occasional acne problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I scratch my head a lot.&lt;br /&gt;After a full day of running around at work and writing blog posts, my hair can get pretty oily (almost to the point where it could be used as a light gel). Frequently, putting my fingers into my hair turn them into weapons of uncleanliness against my not-so-smooth face. Since my favorite activities are &lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v108/27/33/901475/n901475_35457028_2845.jpg"&gt;thinking&lt;/a&gt; (putting my hands on my chin), daydreaming (putting my fist against each cheek), and pretending to be Macaulay Culkin (Ahhhhh!!!), these oils tend to distribute on my face. But I have no plans to stop &lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v66/75/7/929163/n929163_33955033_7074.jpg"&gt;scratching my head&lt;/a&gt;, so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) My friends are ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that say very funny things. Sometimes they say ridiculously stupid things that are so bad that it's good. It's so absurd that I have no choice but to react not with words, but with a silent gesture: the face palm (or do the &lt;a href="http://thefacepalmfiles.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/gordon-ramsay.jpg"&gt;Gordon Ramsay&lt;/a&gt; eye rub). If you combine reason 1 above with the fact that I work with Calvin on the blog everyday, it should not come to any surprise that my skin is not CoverGirl material. But I have no plans to stop writing a blog with &lt;a href="http://forums.atvconnection.com/attachments/introduce-yourself/4856d1302913396-calvin-e-53443-calvin.jpg"&gt;Calvin&lt;/a&gt;, so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could have better skin if I shaved my head and lived on an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp4WSkZXHdM"&gt;island&lt;/a&gt;, but I prefer things just the way they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4836161293021914761?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4836161293021914761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4836161293021914761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4836161293021914761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4836161293021914761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-am-doomed-with-acne.html' title='why i am doomed with acne'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2371181764831009460</id><published>2011-07-08T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T07:59:00.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All-nighters</title><content type='html'>When I was in &lt;a href="http://www.thecampussocialite.com/wp-content/uploads/BelushiCollege.jpeg"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt;, I stayed up &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QiLziusKW4s"&gt;all night&lt;/a&gt; quite often.  It was mostly because a &lt;a href="http://www.eduinreview.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/failing1-240x300.jpg"&gt;paper&lt;/a&gt; was due or a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-S3ZIc36Yvw&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL1971F99043B370F8"&gt;project&lt;/a&gt; needed to be &lt;a href="http://game.rbkdesign.com/images/blog/bad_production/clint-bowyer-crosses-finish-line.jpg"&gt;finished&lt;/a&gt; up.  But I often reached the &lt;a href="http://www.videocopypro.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/arrow.jpg"&gt;point&lt;/a&gt; where I had to make the &lt;a href="http://www.thecoolhunter.net/images/stories/2007pics/storiesnew2007pics/marchpics/obama-mccain.jpg"&gt;decision&lt;/a&gt; of whether to go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtztvaGN92A"&gt;sleep&lt;/a&gt; for less than &lt;a href="http://images.cuddlycomments.com/1/animals/cats/278.jpg"&gt;3 hours&lt;/a&gt; (not a full &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0GFRcFm-aY"&gt;R.E.M.&lt;/a&gt; cycle) or &lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50352_169530699742195_2895174_n.jpg"&gt;stay up&lt;/a&gt; the entire &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMigXnXMhQ4"&gt;day&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcaNErQH9Ic/S9HbsXUAdOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uQYWKhguo08/s1600/Sleepy_Head.jpg"&gt;crash &lt;/a&gt;come &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33g15wakGpM/TTdH55u8hwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UENF72Lh3-k/s1600/batman+32+knightfall.jpg"&gt;nightfall&lt;/a&gt;.  Much of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0fVQ3i90zg&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=141s"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blueyodasociety.com/Multimedia/pictures/zax/BYS_Depends_Ad_words.jpg"&gt;depended&lt;/a&gt; on if the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6tV11acSRk"&gt;sun was coming up&lt;/a&gt;.  If sun&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_-qRcHAhzk&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;light&lt;/a&gt; was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Bmhjf0rKe8"&gt;peeking&lt;/a&gt;, then it was &lt;a href="http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/howyalookin_8393.png"&gt;pretty&lt;/a&gt; much a waste to try to sleep and if &lt;a href="http://www.myfreewallpapers.net/cartoons/wallpapers/for-the-birds-01.jpg"&gt;birds&lt;/a&gt; were &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iwj5-9AD10U&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=39s"&gt;chirping&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiOcVWQY2bc"&gt;forget it&lt;/a&gt;.  This is why it is so necessary for us to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=um3ogPPmTDE&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=29s"&gt;blow up&lt;/a&gt; the sun.  It won't be &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCaLM8cm5c0"&gt;easy&lt;/a&gt;...but, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onRbNsxRBVQ&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=102s"&gt;who's comin'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Y72Igrxz4E"&gt;with me&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2371181764831009460?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2371181764831009460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2371181764831009460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2371181764831009460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2371181764831009460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-nighters.html' title='All-nighters'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-5897006833463923859</id><published>2011-07-07T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:15:00.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The cake is a lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LMiisZuqTBI/ThU2YXddneI/AAAAAAAABYw/x2Wp871Zdp4/s1600/5113978445_34dfbe1284.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LMiisZuqTBI/ThU2YXddneI/AAAAAAAABYw/x2Wp871Zdp4/s320/5113978445_34dfbe1284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626463101711654370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do Chinese people like taking pictures of cake? You'll have to excuse my broad stroke here, but it seems quite true.  What is so enticing about 100 shots of a cake, followed by 50 shots of the cake cutting?  Many of you know what I'm talking about.  Some of you don't.  Most likely because you've never been to a birthday celebration with primarily chinese people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only do we take all those shots, we will post every one facebook.  Give it enough time and Google+ will be flooded with gratuitous cake shots as well.  Don't believe me?  Here: Next time you are celebrating a birthday with your chinese friends, observe the behavior (you have to put down the camera first).  Try to stop people from taking pictures of it and you will probably be killed.  &lt;a href="http://www.instant-ramen.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/how_asians_take_pictures_2.jpg"&gt;Seriously&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-5897006833463923859?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/5897006833463923859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=5897006833463923859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5897006833463923859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5897006833463923859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/cake-is-lie.html' title='The cake is a lie'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LMiisZuqTBI/ThU2YXddneI/AAAAAAAABYw/x2Wp871Zdp4/s72-c/5113978445_34dfbe1284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3834804985641322804</id><published>2011-07-06T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:02:49.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hi for me</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been on the phone and someone next to you says "tell them I said hi"? This is what I call the awkward "tell them I said hi", because it leads to this exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Tell them I said hi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Joe says hi....&lt;br /&gt;Moe: hi&lt;br /&gt;Me: Moe says hi.... *awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that's awkward, it's not as bad as the evil twin of awkward "tell them I said hi", I call it I'm too lazy to talk to them so you "tell them I said hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scenario:&lt;br /&gt;You tell someone you are meeting so and so, and that someone will ask you to "tell them I said hi". I don't understand why I'm obligated to do this. If you really care, you'd go say hi yourself. And what am I supposed to do if so and so says "tell them I said I hi back"? Am I supposed to be the messenger for you? We live in a world with instant messages, text message and something called phone call (I know it's something foreign to us now); how did I become your carrier pigeon? Folks, don't fall into that trap! There is only one way to prevent this... I don't tell them you said hi. Take that, bad friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3834804985641322804?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3834804985641322804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3834804985641322804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3834804985641322804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3834804985641322804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-hi-for-me.html' title='Say hi for me'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3964736067691800563</id><published>2011-07-04T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T01:27:33.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7/4/11</title><content type='html'>Happy independence from blogging day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3964736067691800563?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3964736067691800563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3964736067691800563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3964736067691800563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3964736067691800563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/7411.html' title='7/4/11'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3439280812581989750</id><published>2011-07-01T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:00:11.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>excuses over time</title><content type='html'>The evolution of excuses for not doing work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infant - I'm just a baby.&lt;br /&gt;6th grade - The dog ate my paper.&lt;br /&gt;10th grade - The power went out while I was writing my paper.&lt;br /&gt;College - I had to write 3 papers for my other classes.&lt;br /&gt;Adult - I was &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2011/06/29/137496813/north-korea-soccer-players-hit-by-lightning-before-loss-to-u-s"&gt;struck by lightning&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3439280812581989750?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3439280812581989750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3439280812581989750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3439280812581989750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3439280812581989750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/07/excuses-over-time.html' title='excuses over time'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4656293844852669390</id><published>2011-06-30T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:42:00.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the lost art of hand raising</title><content type='html'>I love structure. If I had my way, I would demand that wars been  fought in turn-based style, meaning one side could not counterattack  until the other side had finished their initial strike. My desire for  order has always given me the inspiration to participate in a lost  ritual: raising my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now live in an age where  chaos supposedly brings order. People are encouraged to speak out  without a prompt in group discussions. It's basically a race to see who can speak the quickest and the loudest. I've been in too many situations  where I raise my hand to chime in my comment to the discussion. Of  course, the discussion leader always sneaks in their own little  preamble, "You don't have to raise your hand, you can just talk...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I  &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; to raise my hand, you disorderly heathen. I prefer to maintain the balance of the  universe, thank you very much. Mankind has survived centuries of challenges and hardships (dinosaurs, floods, Pokemon) to preserve order, which a simple hand-raise upholds. I'm not about to blow all that progress because I want to speak before the person next to me. Don't worry, friend, we will both get our chance to talk, just get in line. Also, there's nothing worse than  interrupting someone when it could have been easily avoided with a effortless lift of the arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an instant-noodle society, we can't continue discussing with a speak-first, listen-never mentality. We must take the time to maintain the order our forefathers protected when they defeated the dinosaurs (by casting Comet2) in prehistoric times. There are probably some haters out there, but at least I got support from my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4icqu_ErXBo&amp;amp;t=2m04s"&gt;boys&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lInn25bY-Hs&amp;amp;t=2m23s"&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4656293844852669390?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4656293844852669390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4656293844852669390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4656293844852669390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4656293844852669390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost-art-of-hand-raising.html' title='the lost art of hand raising'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7296590422227223372</id><published>2011-06-29T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:44:00.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not-Really-All-That-Lazy Song</title><content type='html'>Bruno Mars is a liar. In his song, "The Lazy Song," he claims that he's not going to do anything.  Really, Bruno (or should I say, Peter Gene?) How lazy is he really? Here are things he admits he will do on his "lazy" day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dougie - ok so its not the world's most difficult &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITkzmj_fE80&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=142s"&gt;dance&lt;/a&gt; to learn, but honestly...there are &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zp8wJSndyd4&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=33s"&gt;lazier&lt;/a&gt; songs to learn. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;p90x - ok seriously, p90x is one of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIpSoMgTsaw&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=6s"&gt;hardest&lt;/a&gt; workouts out there. This does not qualify for not doing anything. I don't care how strong you are. The lazier thing to do would be to pee 90 times.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the lazy song - he wrote a song about being lazy.  there is nothing lazy about writing a song.  rhyming words, writing lyrics, strumming a guitar, singing, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0n0Jo7w8sY&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=5s"&gt;whistling&lt;/a&gt;.  These are all things that require work. He should just be lazy rather than singing about it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruno, stick to catching grenades and leave the laziness to the real &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYPFfX1mil8"&gt;geniuses&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7296590422227223372?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7296590422227223372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7296590422227223372' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7296590422227223372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7296590422227223372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-really-all-that-lazy-song.html' title='The Not-Really-All-That-Lazy Song'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6322269506209912408</id><published>2011-06-28T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:08:00.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honda Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUKg7HUdjHo/TSjovMkxsgI/AAAAAAAAABA/GCABWne0oic/s1600/street_fighter_2_II_turbo_snes_box_art.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUKg7HUdjHo/TSjovMkxsgI/AAAAAAAAABA/GCABWne0oic/s1600/street_fighter_2_II_turbo_snes_box_art.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's up with this "&lt;a href="http://jeepwave.com/jeepwaverules.php"&gt;Jeep wave&lt;/a&gt;" thing... apparently Jeep owners are supposed to wave to other Jeep owners. I think it only works because there are not a lot of jeeps on the road. I understand when motorcycles wave to each other, because motorcycles are actually cool! Can you imagine doing a "Honda wave"? You'd be waving constantly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what I started to do? Yup, other Honda drivers are probably wondering why I'm waving at them, so hopefully this catches on soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6322269506209912408?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6322269506209912408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6322269506209912408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6322269506209912408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6322269506209912408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/honda-wave.html' title='Honda Wave'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUKg7HUdjHo/TSjovMkxsgI/AAAAAAAAABA/GCABWne0oic/s72-c/street_fighter_2_II_turbo_snes_box_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1167562943863291456</id><published>2011-06-27T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:00:02.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL Lockout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since the NFL season is still up in the air we at FHS are preparing for the worst.  Like many things in life, we try to look at the positive and move beyond the grim circumstances we face, like the lack of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1W7FNnyOfg&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;clever&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7aVJgoOvvo0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;advertising&lt;/a&gt; or the catchy &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8fkMkE2Yjg"&gt;Monday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-prv2Zxn2E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Night&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXyzuVk7SoI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Football&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hcqVHKAQfY"&gt;jingles&lt;/a&gt;.  After months of preparation, here is our list to help us/you get through the 2011-2012 NFL season, or lack thereof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watch more TV&lt;/b&gt;: There are plenty of new shows featuring a Kardashian or a "Real Housewife" that could keep you mindnumbingly stupid for six months. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Spend time with your family&lt;/b&gt;: Go home, go hungry, bring laundry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actually play football&lt;/b&gt;: As kids we dream of catching hail mary passes for game winning touchdowns or kicking super bowl winning field goals, now is the chance to see those dreams materialize.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Start a blog&lt;/b&gt;: It's a good amount of work and it'll help you get ideas down and think about things that happened from Sunday morning.  All the cool kids are doing it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watch Soccer&lt;/b&gt;: Pssh, yea right... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man...we better have a season....you hear that NFL? Or there will be consequences. WHO'S WITH ME!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1167562943863291456?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1167562943863291456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1167562943863291456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1167562943863291456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1167562943863291456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/nfl-lockout.html' title='NFL Lockout'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-900506924748417166</id><published>2011-06-23T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:51:00.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>compulsion x materialism</title><content type='html'>Superman had Kryptonite, Metal Gear Rex had the Radome, and Bruce Willis had water, but what is my weakness?  A good deal.  Nothing disarms me more than a bargain.  And now that there are all these groupon type buying sites, I am tempted to buy even more things that I will rarely use.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10% off of $100 purchase at Kids R Us? I might lose the weight! Buy 6 tires get one free? I might need to replace all seven of my tires! 50% off a pregnant mothers' retreat? I might get pregnant!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been ingrained in my from years of conditioning and it feels unnatural to fight the urge to purchase.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do I fight it? Go outside and enjoy summer.  The sun won't tempt you to buy anything...except maybe a tan and some &lt;a href="http://www.buywithme.com/d/7621?utm_medium=Social&amp;amp;utm_source=STDEM"&gt;movie tickets&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-900506924748417166?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/900506924748417166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=900506924748417166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/900506924748417166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/900506924748417166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/compulsion-x-materialism.html' title='compulsion x materialism'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-5001779299647965922</id><published>2011-06-22T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:55:00.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the frosting on top</title><content type='html'>Growing up there were many snacks I enjoyed eating. Some of my favorites included: shark bites, fruit by the foot (which is actually 3 feet 1 inch, the lawsuit didn't work out.), fruit roll-ups, gushers, and more shark bites. However, nothing could beat the allure of my favorite snack of all: frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as a child, my parents would prevent me from eating such items as a meal. But since I'm an adult now (at least that's what Disney World told me when I was purchasing admission), I can freely buy these items and eat them as a non-traditional meal. The odd thing is, I still haven't done it yet, and perhaps after I write this post, I will actually go through with it. But in the meanwhile, let me share my favorite frostings/creme fillings/whipped cream items growing up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cool Whip&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I had no idea what was in this. All I knew was that it made mediocre-tasting ice cream, cakes, and pies into delicious treats. But then it occurred to me, that by some mathematical proof, cool whip must taste amazing on its own (QED). Having a spoonful of this is like eating a spoonful of cool whip in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oreo Cream Filling&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do with this delectable item was win the wishbone game with two oreos, then combine them into a double cream filling treat. Of course, now they have double stuf which basically mimics what I did as a child. Oh, if only I could count the hours wasted...studying the Bohr model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dunkaroos Frosting&lt;br /&gt;The American pastime of snacks: dunkaroos (this isn't a sentence, so it doesn't deserve a period.)&lt;br /&gt;I loved eating all but one of the little teddy graham-ish cookies with as minimal frosting possible. When I got to the last cookie, I would immerse it with all the remaining frosting. I cleaned up all the frosting from the container as if my future spouse's acne depended on it. Some day I hope to live the dream again as an adult, I just need the courage to click the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dunkaroos-Cinnamon-Vanilla-Frosting-Sprinkles/dp/B000EMOCL2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1308747058&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;purchase button&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-5001779299647965922?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/5001779299647965922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=5001779299647965922' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5001779299647965922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5001779299647965922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/frosting-on-top.html' title='the frosting on top'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7956296071134089702</id><published>2011-06-20T09:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:18:36.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian hockey players</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/a/p/sp/editorial_image/cc/ccc141c999cf37eb3565acfd28bc11a9/boston_bruins_dominate_game_win_st_stanley_cup_since_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 425px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/p/sp/editorial_image/cc/ccc141c999cf37eb3565acfd28bc11a9/boston_bruins_dominate_game_win_st_stanley_cup_since_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out why there are so few asian hockey players in the NHL - playoff beards.&lt;br /&gt;In case you are not familiar with hockey, it is a tradition in the NHL that when your team enters the playoff, you stop shaving until you win it all or eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a known fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; asians can't grow facial hair, see: &lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v321/233/74/8803558/n8803558_42088597_5815.jpg"&gt;example 1&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/265095_10101167201011704_9300997_82734480_6543447_n.jpg"&gt;example 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How embarrassing would it be if you were a hockey player and you can't grow any facial hair...&lt;br /&gt;Look at the Bruins picture, what jumps out at you? it's not that shiny Lord Stanley's Cup... or that Andrew Ference is not looking at the camera... no! What jumps out is that our backup goalie Tuuka Rask (right side of the picture) does not have any facial hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is why most asians can't play in the NHL; well I guess I &lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/247840_684763276795_5401545_35560470_6651518_n.jpg"&gt;could&lt;/a&gt; but I can't skate backwards... or forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7956296071134089702?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7956296071134089702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7956296071134089702' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7956296071134089702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7956296071134089702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/asian-hockey-players.html' title='Asian hockey players'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-8889466789540725696</id><published>2011-06-16T09:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:08:28.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey guys, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the Stanley Cup Finals are finished and summer is around the corner, we want to give you some safety tips.  We made this poster make sure to put it up just in case you need to use it.  Click for a full size.  Be careful out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FHS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2T-5Tg7ZJLo/TfoOT0k2ZYI/AAAAAAAABYA/Ef_m3TH2xEA/s1600/canucks%2Bchoke.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2T-5Tg7ZJLo/TfoOT0k2ZYI/AAAAAAAABYA/Ef_m3TH2xEA/s320/canucks%2Bchoke.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618819218791622018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-8889466789540725696?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/8889466789540725696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=8889466789540725696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8889466789540725696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8889466789540725696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/safety-training.html' title='Safety Training'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2T-5Tg7ZJLo/TfoOT0k2ZYI/AAAAAAAABYA/Ef_m3TH2xEA/s72-c/canucks%2Bchoke.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2012026359661348723</id><published>2011-06-15T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:41:01.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortal Kombat.</title><content type='html'>By any means necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; 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It promotes shyness and a lack of confidence. So if you are ever preparing for an interview or walking on a tightrope over a shark-infested and trampoline-baseless Niagara Falls, I highly advise you not to tilt your head downward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are, however, 3 times when it's appropriate to look down in life (and I'm pretty sure no one will give you flak for it):&lt;br /&gt;1) moments of silence&lt;br /&gt;2) prayer&lt;br /&gt;3) following someone up the stairs (I hope they didn't have beans for lunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this advice is useful, please don't look down on me for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-8969634713980564518?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/8969634713980564518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=8969634713980564518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8969634713980564518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8969634713980564518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/down-and-out.html' title='down and out'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-9026055311215021441</id><published>2011-06-14T09:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:41:35.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my welcome party??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.espncdn.com/photo/2011/0610/nba_g_mavs12_576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://a.espncdn.com/photo/2011/0610/nba_g_mavs12_576.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 324px; width: 576px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*No photoshop necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking my talents to South.... Hamilton! One of many (2) headquarters of FHS.&lt;br /&gt;And with this new gig, I was able to afford NBA Finals tickets in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Jared said not to compare me to Chris Bosh, I'd much rather you not compare me to LeBron James however similar the situation might be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was convinced to join THEIR blog, much like LeBron was convinced to join WADE's team;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We formed our own big three, despite a previous&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/mo3/tripledeke3/"&gt; big three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I assure you I will not be like LeBron, I will deliver! So keep supporting us and keep those comments coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end with some great quotes on the so-called king...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't ask LeBron for a dollar, he never gives you the 4th quarter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my new LeBron app only vibrates, it has no ring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from our very own Jared: LeBron has just taken away the spot of top choker in NBA history from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latrell_Sprewell#1997_choking_incident"&gt;Latrell Sprewell&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-9026055311215021441?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/9026055311215021441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=9026055311215021441' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9026055311215021441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9026055311215021441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/wheres-my-welcome-party.html' title='Where&apos;s my welcome party??'/><author><name>mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13471344315345543160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7727467634496937837</id><published>2011-06-13T08:59:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:59:00.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A newborn</title><content type='html'>When two bloggers love each other very much, they make plans to add a new person to the group. Today, that dream is finally realized. For Humor's Sake is proud to announce the arrival of a new blogger. Some of you may know him as the ragin' asian or the 9 toed-bandit, but we just call him &lt;b&gt;Mikey&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the arrival of our new friend, we considered changing the name of our blog to &lt;a href="http://fun-dmc.tumblr.com/"&gt;Fun JMC&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://dailymillings.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Daily Mikeys&lt;/a&gt;, but we will probably leave the name alone for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you, our readers, support our newest member? The best way to support our fellow blog author is giving him a ton of comments on all his posts. Why? Well, it'd be pretty lame for him to be the only person to comment on his own posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, please do not compare Mikey to &lt;a href="http://www.dailystab.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/chris-bosh-giraffe-high-res.jpg"&gt;Chris Bosh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7727467634496937837?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7727467634496937837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7727467634496937837' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7727467634496937837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7727467634496937837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/newborn.html' title='A newborn'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-792258453053587062</id><published>2011-06-10T09:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:17:14.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood.</title><content type='html'>There are some things that stay with you as you get older.  For some it's memories of books or family outings.  For me it's flashes of TV clips.  That probably explains why I am the way I am.  Here are two videos from my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This first one is a song sequence I used to see on Sesame Street.  It was funky and edumacational as well.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDm0PqjAF78%3C/p%3E%3Cdiv%3E%3Cp%3E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDm0PqjAF78&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This second one was part of a series that I really enjoyed.  I used to always wonder how they got the cup to go through the counter... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdrBPJYfTC8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdrBPJYfTC8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you remember them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-792258453053587062?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/792258453053587062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=792258453053587062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/792258453053587062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/792258453053587062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/childhood.html' title='Childhood.'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7384494634681807051</id><published>2011-06-09T09:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:27:00.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving money, but at what cost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cultjive.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/pinchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 298px;" src="http://cultjive.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/pinchy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love finding a good deal.  I have been doing it for a long time now and one thing that I have learned is you can save on almost everything.  One place that people don't realize you can save money at the grocery store.  You can clip coupons and shop the weekly deals, but the guaranteed deal is the day-old section.  Here's an example of a deal: a half dozen of muffins for at least 50% off.  That's a delicious savings.  But not all things should be bought from this section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you're planning to cook dinner for your significant other and you're cruising along in the supermarket and you are scratching your head to figure out something to make.  Oh, what's that? 3 lobsters for $4.99? Think harder.  Yes, it is a great deal.  But they're &lt;a href="http://deadhomersociety.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/some-enchanted-evening1.png?w=512&amp;amp;h=384"&gt;dead&lt;/a&gt;, thus defeating the purpose of live lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2.&lt;br /&gt;You are in the day-old section rummaging for your weekly dose of cheese danish and scones and you see a &lt;a href="http://tennis.topbuzz.com/tennis-pics/d/30831-2/Caroline+Wozniacki+with+bag+of+ice+on+her+head+talks+to+her+coach.JPG"&gt;bag of ice&lt;/a&gt;.  You're debating should you or shouldn't you... you shouldn't. But it's only $0.99!  It's also just a drippy bag. Drop it and walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 3. &lt;br /&gt;You see a &lt;a href="http://healthylifecarenews.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Durian.jpg"&gt;durian&lt;/a&gt; at the store.  Day old? Check.  Cheap price? Check.  Not moldy? Check.  Don't do it.  Why? Because &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0wmGK0a51Q/TTKIYgWRWWI/AAAAAAAADaw/qQr8pnMhbHI/s1600/no_durians150.jpg"&gt;no one&lt;/a&gt; should buy durian.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4chP0mhwvMo/S6zKo3B4C3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ilBnwvcx_7M/s1600/Durian+Expat+Expert+blog.JPG"&gt;Ever&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7384494634681807051?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7384494634681807051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7384494634681807051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7384494634681807051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7384494634681807051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/saving-money-but-at-what-cost.html' title='Saving money, but at what cost?'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1366724593097840701</id><published>2011-06-08T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:00:16.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sportschump.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Christopher-Lloyd-Back-to-the-Future.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="344" src="http://sportschump.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Christopher-Lloyd-Back-to-the-Future.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time travel were possible, I could think of a few time periods that I would go to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Birth of Christ&lt;br /&gt;- I just want to count how many wise men there were and settle that dispute once and for all, oh and if there's time, witness the birth of the Savior of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;- I would dropkick the serpent (while it still has legs, the irony) out of the garden and Chuck Norris roundhouse kick the fruit out of Eve's hand. I'm curious to see what happens next. what happens next. (I dare you to mooooove...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My parents first date&lt;br /&gt;- I would tell them that if their son ever sets fire to the living room rug, that they should go easy on him. And not to name their son Marty. or Biff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1366724593097840701?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1366724593097840701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1366724593097840701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1366724593097840701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1366724593097840701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-travel.html' title='Time Travel'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1151879755541968760</id><published>2011-06-07T08:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:45:00.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My ideal day</title><content type='html'>7 am - Wake up at the end of a REM cycle.&lt;br /&gt;7:01 am - Realize that I don't need to wake up early, go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;8 am - Dream about feeling carpet samples that don't feel like &lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb4whaJvhh1qzunx5o1_400.jpg"&gt;carpet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9 am - Breakfast prepared by Gordon Ramsay.&lt;br /&gt;10 am - Beat Tetris.&lt;br /&gt;11 am - Watch an episode of Gilmore Girls.&lt;br /&gt;12 pm - Lunch prepared by Gordon Ramsay.&lt;br /&gt;1 pm - Watch entire Shawshank Redemption in 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;2 pm - Drop the kids off at the pool, without splashing. No cleanup necessary.&lt;br /&gt;3 pm - Successfully singlehandedly name all 151 pokemon on &lt;a href="http://www.sporcle.com/"&gt;sporcle.com&lt;/a&gt; with 10 minutes to spare.&lt;br /&gt;4 pm - Teleport to Hong Kong for afternoon tea.&lt;br /&gt;5 pm - Take a bite out of the &lt;a href="http://andrewhorbal.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/the-simpsons-7.jpg"&gt;world's largest Starburst square&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6 pm - Dinner prepared by Gordon Ramsay.&lt;br /&gt;7 pm - Watch Celtics, Bruins, Patriots, Red Sox simultaneously win their championship games on TV. Yankees franchise goes bankrupt and moves to Abu Dhabi.&lt;br /&gt;8 pm - Ice cream sandwich prepared by Gordon Ramsay.&lt;br /&gt;9 pm - Rapture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1151879755541968760?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1151879755541968760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1151879755541968760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1151879755541968760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1151879755541968760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-ideal-day.html' title='My ideal day'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-8798546256354026386</id><published>2011-06-06T08:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:07:24.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Achilles Heel</title><content type='html'>There are many things in life that I cannot do or cannot do well, but the greatest of these is smiling.  Now I don't mean regular casual smiling, but specifically smiling on command, for pictures for instance. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always struggled with this. Here let me show you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcFYxfeMMr8/TexrzTxUkrI/AAAAAAAABWg/KvWY8-eHkVA/s1600/photo-4.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcFYxfeMMr8/TexrzTxUkrI/AAAAAAAABWg/KvWY8-eHkVA/s320/photo-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614981364648809138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken fairly recently, about 2 years ago.  Not too bad right?  I call this the silent smirk. It's not really happy, but it's not awkward or anything.  It gets worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--AXMsyC1bZo/Texs0Yk2qkI/AAAAAAAABWw/BTVvmAZj368/s1600/photo-6.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--AXMsyC1bZo/Texs0Yk2qkI/AAAAAAAABWw/BTVvmAZj368/s320/photo-6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614982482630191682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pic (stolen from FB) was taken in 2009.  Same type of smile, but definitely different. Smug looking smile. Check.  Squinty eyes.  Check.  Long and crazy hair.  Check. Splotchy and kind of creeper facial hair. Check.  All combined for the slightly awkward/slightly unsettling smile.  Notice everyone else has a pretty good smile. Let's keep going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2KrqhrT8Lw/TextsuRpB6I/AAAAAAAABW4/V20MSAiTsSg/s1600/photo-5.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2KrqhrT8Lw/TextsuRpB6I/AAAAAAAABW4/V20MSAiTsSg/s320/photo-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614983450527860642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one was also taken in 2009, but highlight a different breed of bad smile.  This is the goofy toothed smile.  It can be spotted at bbq's, family events and proms.  Notice again, the nice looking smiles to my right.  Clearly a downgrade from the silent smirk, which really makes you think I'm just not that expressive.  Ok the tour continues, watch your step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAEhcH0fUgw/TexvZob5i6I/AAAAAAAABXA/eDPk0WNVcJQ/s1600/photo-3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAEhcH0fUgw/TexvZob5i6I/AAAAAAAABXA/eDPk0WNVcJQ/s320/photo-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614985321566014370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one from 2009.  Guess that was a bad year for smiling.  Again the goofy toothed smile.  And I had allergies so I look particularly crazy.  This is a downgrade from looking like a &lt;a href="http://www.jldfineart.com/images/bugs_bunny_2.JPG"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; to looking like &lt;a href="http://exiledonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/hick-guns.jpg"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBcBxUNgaQs/TexyDuLLhVI/AAAAAAAABXI/9cMkQ5T34rM/s1600/photo-1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBcBxUNgaQs/TexyDuLLhVI/AAAAAAAABXI/9cMkQ5T34rM/s320/photo-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614988243684263250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't recall when this was taken specifically, but I know it was taken in high school.  This is the third type of smile I have.  This is the underbite.  Just a bad look.  It takes the goofy toothed and combines &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdIyZU5BUjs/SyerHpAC2oI/AAAAAAAACws/mfJgcpzaOh0/s400/bubba1.jpg"&gt;bubba&lt;/a&gt;.  I look like bubba.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is a small sample of my smile history.  Not pictured are the crooked smirk, the open mouthed surprised, and the crooked open mouthed smile.  Perhaps you know me and have seen me in public and you're thinking that I smile all the time and it looks fine.  True.  When candid, I smile fine.  Or you can make me laugh while taking a picture and I'll look ok.  What usually comes about is the big toothy smile:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p73IK_-rJt0/Texzr0JCeAI/AAAAAAAABXQ/g5UWP1SuXFs/s1600/photo.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p73IK_-rJt0/Texzr0JCeAI/AAAAAAAABXQ/g5UWP1SuXFs/s320/photo.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614990031992289282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the closest thing I have to a decent picture smile.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of trying to actually smile for pictures now, I just do this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCQ-jr27iZg/Tex0lfayHNI/AAAAAAAABXg/JXUfGNQp0dM/s1600/photo-8.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCQ-jr27iZg/Tex0lfayHNI/AAAAAAAABXg/JXUfGNQp0dM/s320/photo-8.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614991022861982930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now only if one of our loyal Japanese readers could send me &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/283325/nothing-says-happiness-like-a-slab-of-rubber-forcing-you-to-smile?comment=1985114:1985114"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I'd be all set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-8798546256354026386?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/8798546256354026386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=8798546256354026386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8798546256354026386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8798546256354026386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-achilles-heel.html' title='My Achilles Heel'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcFYxfeMMr8/TexrzTxUkrI/AAAAAAAABWg/KvWY8-eHkVA/s72-c/photo-4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-5792957688035925179</id><published>2011-05-31T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:13:00.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pot Luckiest</title><content type='html'>The summer is here and that means many things to people.  For some, it means going to the beach to lay out and get tanned/burned.  For others it means packing away the long-sleeve button-up shirts and taking out the short-sleeved ones.  But for many others it means BBQ's or potlucks.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potlucks are for the most part a lot of fun, but there is a group of people for whom they are anything but.  There is nothing that is visually distinct about this group, but the one thing that is distinct about them is their food, namely that their food gets left behind.  Bad 'luckers, as we will refer them as, come in a variety of kinds. Here are some categories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm a bad 'lucker and I know it" - These are typically the type that will bring something pre-made from the store or drinks.  Their guilt is usually deep so the overcompensate by bringing an excess.  i.e. 4 bottles of coke or 2 rotisserie chickens. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm a bad 'lucker, but I don't know it" - These are a tough breed because they will make something that they think is really good, but it is usually left off of people's plates.  They might make excuses, but the reality is something is lacking from their dish.  Probably presentation or good flavor.  Their dish might be ham, watermelon, and wasabi shakes or durian-enfused anything. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm a bad 'lucker, but I can make one thing" - These are the hybrids between good and bad 'luckers.  They might consistently bring rice krispies treats and they're not bad, but if they try something new, you're going to need some pepto. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm a bad 'lucker because I make such good food" -  OK this breed isn't actually a bad food preparer, but their food is so good it usually makes all the rice krispies treats look like last month's milk.  Everyone likes their food, but the truly bad 'luckers feel the truth even more.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad 'luckers will either work on their culinary abilities and become good 'luckers (#4).  The worst is if they are oblivious bad 'luckers (#2) and they stay that way.  So ask your friends what kind of 'lucker you are.  The answer might surprise you.  If you are a bad 'lucker, do not lose heart; there is hope: bring ice cream and waffle cones (#1).  Everyone loves ice cream.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-5792957688035925179?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/5792957688035925179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=5792957688035925179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5792957688035925179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5792957688035925179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/05/pot-luckiest.html' title='The Pot Luckiest'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1395402410319783201</id><published>2011-05-25T09:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:03:00.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poolitical Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We live in a time of a wide range of diverse perspectives and while many of them are hotly debated, none separates more friends and families than poop, which is a lot like politics, only better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse my being a bit crass, but it's true. Politics divide many people, but poop is the greatest polarizing topic.  Some people love talking about it, some hate talking about it.  There is no middle ground in regards to talking about poop.  Let's prove it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A conversation about poop begins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"So last night I my friend told me a story about poo."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok let's stop right here because this is where we see the greatest division.  You will have two responses.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"That's gross/nasty/TMI" aka "Don't continue."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Oh really? Tell me more/about it/what color it was." aka "Please continue."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one will respond with an in-the-middle response like, "Oh that's interesting, but I don't feel like hearing it" or "Just give me the major highlights." As the conversation continues, group 1 will leave the room or pretend like they're not grossed out.  Group 2 is probably on the floor in stitches.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we see the great divide in this country and perhaps across the globe.  Here we find a bipartisanship that will never be able to be truly bridged.  Repooblicans (those who don't like to talk about poo) and democraps (those who do) will forever stand on opposite sides of this aisle.  (And if there happens to be a person who falls into the third category, we'll just call them the "brown party").  The only way to peace is for democraps to follow some simple rules for the sake of their repooblican friends.  If you are of the former party, stop reading. you will hate the rest of this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fellow democraps, we must show restraint around repooblicans.  They do not think poo is funny, nor interesting.  Here are some rules to help our opposing view friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask if it is ok to share your poo-story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep stories short&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share less frequently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid descriptions of smell, consistency, and corn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you follow these rules you will be reaching out with an olive branch.  A dookie-covered olive branch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1395402410319783201?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1395402410319783201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1395402410319783201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1395402410319783201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1395402410319783201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/05/poolitical-parties.html' title='Poolitical Parties'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6959567605332813586</id><published>2011-05-18T09:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T09:49:00.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is in a name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxdxPkJE4yg/TdNe6CtrhvI/AAAAAAAABWU/qZLGsYQ01i8/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-18%2Bat%2B1.52.56%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxdxPkJE4yg/TdNe6CtrhvI/AAAAAAAABWU/qZLGsYQ01i8/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-18%2Bat%2B1.52.56%2BAM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607930312260290290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're told that you can tell a lot from a name, but is that true? I don't think so.  There are lots of examples of names that tell us really nothing about what's going on with them.  Let's look at a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I saw someone eat sweetbreads.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (not really)&lt;/span&gt; If you are unfamiliar, you might think someone ate some sweet flavored bread, right? Well you couldn't be any wronger.  Wiki says, "Sweetbreads or ris are culinary names for the thymus (throat, gullet, or neck sweetbread) or the pancreas (heart, stomach, or belly sweetbread)." Feel mislead? Yeah, you should. Don't even get me started on head cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's another example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bought something from American Eagle.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not really.  I guess technology does make us &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/02/technology-has-turned-us-into-liars.html"&gt;liars&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;  I thought I bought a ticket to Paris, instead I got a really nice polo that made me feel fly as Paris...Hilton. If you didn't know, American Eagle is the name of both a clothing store and an airline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one if you're still with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in middle school, I would listen to the cranberries all the time. Not the band, but these cranberries that would talk to me and tell me to burn things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6959567605332813586?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6959567605332813586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6959567605332813586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6959567605332813586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6959567605332813586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/05/everything-is-in-name.html' title='Everything is in a name.'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxdxPkJE4yg/TdNe6CtrhvI/AAAAAAAABWU/qZLGsYQ01i8/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-18%2Bat%2B1.52.56%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1918274515004791609</id><published>2011-05-12T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:06:37.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Foul of Last Night's Game</title><content type='html'>Tough loss last night folks and we here at FHS fully feel that. Yes it was hard to watch the last five minutes of the 4th quarter, but you want to know the hardest part to watch? Chris Bosh's matching shirt and tie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zc_9NXQfrQ/Tc1k5z2-8EI/AAAAAAAABWM/WTl1WfqvTXk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-12%2Bat%2B2.27.32%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zc_9NXQfrQ/Tc1k5z2-8EI/AAAAAAAABWM/WTl1WfqvTXk/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-12%2Bat%2B2.27.32%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606248055482282050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zc_9NXQfrQ/Tc1k5z2-8EI/AAAAAAAABWM/WTl1WfqvTXk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-12%2Bat%2B2.27.32%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much... Keep this up and he'll the &lt;a href="http://www.4thandforever.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/craig-sager1.jpg"&gt;Craig&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xluZuf6N9ew/TSEMk6e725I/AAAAAAAAB4k/cYt8aj4Nbjg/s1600/craig%2Bsager.jpg"&gt;Sager&lt;/a&gt; of his generation. He needs to take his talents to a tailor or a Brooks Brothers or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1918274515004791609?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1918274515004791609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1918274515004791609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1918274515004791609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1918274515004791609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/05/worst-foul-of-last-nights-game.html' title='Worst Foul of Last Night&apos;s Game'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zc_9NXQfrQ/Tc1k5z2-8EI/AAAAAAAABWM/WTl1WfqvTXk/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-12%2Bat%2B2.27.32%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-535021970710174366</id><published>2011-05-11T08:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:21:00.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bathroom humor</title><content type='html'>In my 3 years at work, I've observed many funny things. And for some reason, they all happened to be in the bathroom. Here's what I'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I saw a guy peeing in the urinal... (Pretty normal.)&lt;br /&gt;...while using his blackberry... (Uncommon, but it happens.)&lt;br /&gt;...with both hands (Living the dream.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's a sticker on the urinal that says "every drop counts." It's hard to laugh and go to the bathroom at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A phone rings. Why does that sound so familiar? Ohh!! it's the Kim Possible ringtone....in the men's room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. An out of order sign appears on the toilet stall door. It says "Out of order but not out of odor" with stink marks coming out of it. Whoever put up that sign is the funniest man alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all comic gold is inspired in the bathroom. Readers, have you ever discovered humor in the bathroom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-535021970710174366?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/535021970710174366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=535021970710174366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/535021970710174366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/535021970710174366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/05/bathroom-humor.html' title='bathroom humor'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4246953340790895874</id><published>2011-05-09T09:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:52:00.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Help's Sake</title><content type='html'>Here at for humor's sake our primary task is to try to be funny. Emphasis on the word "try." But sometimes we feel inspired to try to be helpful.  Emphasis on the word "try."   This weekend, I encountered inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I gotta qualify this.  If you're a guy and you &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; a girl likes you just because she's nice to you, she probably doesn't.  She's just a nice girl (nice-girl effect) and she is probably just being nice and you're overthinking it.  You just met her.  Literally. Calm down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, if there is &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; that you are basing your assessment on (like if you knew each other all through law school and you spent a lot of time together studying torts), then continue reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are three things I learned from &lt;i&gt;Something Borrowed.&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If you are a guy and you are interested in a girl, be a man and take the risk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There comes a point in every budding relationship when it's fairly clear that there is mutual interest.  This is the playoffs of the prelationship.  Guys, you need to step up. Don't be the passive guy and let the girl run away thinking you're not interested.  Weight the cost.  Take the risk.  Yes, you're not 100% sure if she likes you or not, but if you think its worth the potential loss, take the risk.  Do the most loving thing and don't make her &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to put herself out there like that.  Stop being scared.  Do the right thing. Take the risk.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And if she doesn't like you, move on.  Listen to some &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/simple-plan-of-year-my-chemical-boys.html"&gt;emo&lt;/a&gt;, then dust yourself off.  Recalibrate your friendar.  See if you are experiencing the nice-girl effect (If that is the case, see above) or if you are in the crabgrass field of the friend-zone (If this is the case, consult a professional).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you're going to tell anyone anything significantly dramatic, do it in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't know why we haven't suggested this before, but it's true.  The rain adds the perfect amount of dramatic effect.  It's like instant emotion, just add water. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Want to confess your secret admiration of years and want it to have the largest impact? Check the weather.  It's looking cloudy with a chance of romance. Or need to tell your boss you're quitting? go to www.accuweather.com/i_am_AMAZING.html/definitely&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It can also be used to propose to someone, tell someone you're pregnant, ask someone if they want to go to the store, etc.  It's pretty much limitless. I'm actually writing this post in the rain right now.  Do you hear that? That's my pulitzer prize for journalism calling.&lt;/blockquote&gt;3. Do not be friends with Kate Hudson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She's a jerk.  For real.&lt;/blockquote&gt;If there are any questions, comment below.  You're welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4246953340790895874?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4246953340790895874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4246953340790895874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4246953340790895874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4246953340790895874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-helps-sake.html' title='For Help&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-9194003892569903185</id><published>2011-05-05T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:15:00.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naysayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rsl.theoffside.com/files/2009/10/Funny-Horse-Smile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://rsl.theoffside.com/files/2009/10/Funny-Horse-Smile.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 550px; width: 460px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rsl.theoffside.com/files/2009/10/Funny-Horse-Smile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been giving Belichick a lot of flack for his recent draft strategies.  There have been complaints that he's making too many trades and didn't address the team's biggest concern: a legitimate pass rusher. Now I agree that some of his recent moves are highly suspect and are cause for concern. But I don't think we should be so quick to condemn him when we make the exact same choices in our own lives. What am I talking about? Let me explain with the help of CVS (Customer Value Store).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Extra bucks for more extra bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're a CVS fan like we are, then you must be aware of the CVS extra buck program. Basically, CVS has weekly sale items where you can obtain additional cash (extra bucks) that can only be spent at CVS. Now if you're thrifty like us, you never want to spend extra bucks without getting more extra bucks back. Why? Because it feels like we're not getting a good deal unless we get more bucks back. If we spent our extra bucks on items at retail price, it feels like we've been punched in the stomach. Starting to sound familiar? This is the same reason Belichick trades his draft picks for more future draft picks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buying things for value, instead of for need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you walk into CVS knowing exactly what you need. But then you walk by that one particular sale: buy 2 tostitos, get 2 tostitos free. You can't justify buying 4 bags of tostitos. 1) It's only May, the Super Bowl isn't even close. 2) Your pregnant wife doesn't have any cravings, wait, you don't even have a wife. But then you notice a small coupon next to the sale: buy 4 tostitos and get 2 free salsas. It's all over, you forgot why you came into the store in the first place and jump on this deal. You spend all your hard earned dough on the items with the best value. Starting to sound familiar? This is the same reason Belichick always picks for value instead of need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there, running a football team is just like shopping at CVS. We should &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFfobQftP5k"&gt;leave Belichick alone&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-9194003892569903185?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/9194003892569903185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=9194003892569903185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9194003892569903185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9194003892569903185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/05/naysayers.html' title='Naysayers'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6862829410017168198</id><published>2011-05-03T09:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:02:00.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Popular. You're gonna be popuuular.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx_L1nx4CF8/Tb9TAGzqEvI/AAAAAAAABV8/M-UB7oTDgAg/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-02%2Bat%2B8.56.41%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx_L1nx4CF8/Tb9TAGzqEvI/AAAAAAAABV8/M-UB7oTDgAg/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-02%2Bat%2B8.56.41%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602287722764571378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have looked through my life and figured out all the missteps I took in life that made me unpopular. I boiled them down to three practical steps from each stage of my life. I plan to change the direction of my popularity trajectory ASAP, but I figured I would share with you all so we can all be popular together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Own a Tamagotchi or Furby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was young all the cool kids had &lt;a href="http://www.xda-developers.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/tama.jpeg"&gt;Tamagotchis&lt;/a&gt;. I would look at all my classmates play with theirs at recess and I would just play with my pet &lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5499382762_14c05fcf47.jpg"&gt;rock&lt;/a&gt;, but it was a bootleg from Canal St. Maybe I should change this title because I did have one, but at that point I was way too old and &lt;a href="http://www.personal.psu.edu/scd5029/blogs/SCDIST110H/Furby.jpg"&gt;Furbies&lt;/a&gt; were the cool thing to have.  So get either or both.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Go hang out with one college student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what it was, but all the cool kids in high school would hang out with one person who came back from college, usually a guy. He'd always talk about how much better life was and how cool he was at college. He'd always have this great story about waking up at 1pm and rolling out of bed in &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-be-victim-get-educated.html"&gt;sweatpants&lt;/a&gt; and going to class and coming back to play videogames until 4am, which is when he would go to Denny's to get a &lt;a href="http://livingliberally.org/files/images/grand_slam.jpg"&gt;grandslam&lt;/a&gt;. So cool.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Popped collars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In college, all the really cool kids did this. It was like a status symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"What's that? a T-shirt?! Where's the collar? Must be a lame-o."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on a polo with a popped collar and it all changes . &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Who's that guy? He's cool. I don't know what it is about him, but I think he'd&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;make a great boyfriend/bro." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Done deal. Instant cool.The &lt;a href="http://www.attusapparel.com/images/douche/large/d6.jpg"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt; popped collars the better too. It was like a status symbol.  Nay, a badge of honor.   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it.  Next time I see you, I expect to see you with an electronic pet making e-poop, a college student talking about how awesome he is and you getting heat stroke from an overdose of popped collars.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow these rules you'll be popular.  Just not quite as popular as meeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6862829410017168198?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6862829410017168198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6862829410017168198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6862829410017168198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6862829410017168198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/05/popular-youre-gonna-be-popuuular.html' title='Popular. You&apos;re gonna be popuuular.'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx_L1nx4CF8/Tb9TAGzqEvI/AAAAAAAABV8/M-UB7oTDgAg/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-02%2Bat%2B8.56.41%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7156437105754658714</id><published>2011-05-02T06:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:28:13.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>problem solvers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0KRN69leV-Q/SvzVDiIebmI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/OhOt3EC4KrQ/s400/30-rock-problem-solvers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0KRN69leV-Q/SvzVDiIebmI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/OhOt3EC4KrQ/s400/30-rock-problem-solvers.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 216px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As men, we really love to solve problems. As humorists, we really love to come up with absurdly simple solutions to extremely complex issues. Today, we will be marrying both of those personas, by the power vested in us by the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Problem: Solution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Too much cyber-crime: Unplug the internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. High illiteracy rate: Burn all the books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Rampant obesity: Liposuction for all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Low standardized test scores: Grade on a curve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Cost of gas is too high: Increase everyone's pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. National debt is too high: Refinance or sell our unused gold 4 cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Taxes are too high: Lower taxes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. There aren't enough firemen in my neighborhood: Raise taxes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. All the jobs are going overseas: Move overseas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Blogs aren't funny anymore: Yes they are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post was inspired by Charles Dickens who's words will never leave me, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, if there was a problem, yo I'll solve it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7156437105754658714?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7156437105754658714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7156437105754658714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7156437105754658714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7156437105754658714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/05/problem-solvers.html' title='problem solvers'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0KRN69leV-Q/SvzVDiIebmI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/OhOt3EC4KrQ/s72-c/30-rock-problem-solvers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2629895494522645681</id><published>2011-04-29T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:47:56.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Royal Wedding Day'/><title type='text'>ok had to sneak this in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v185/13/35/1701782/n1701782_32358076_5657.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v185/13/35/1701782/n1701782_32358076_5657.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Jared's &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/01/climbing-royal-ladder.html"&gt;birthday&lt;/a&gt;, I dont care if this is your first time at our blog or your 10000000th. lets celebrate his birth by sharing some memories we've had involving  him in the comments below. He'd do the same for you, if you wrote a blog with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2629895494522645681?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2629895494522645681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2629895494522645681' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2629895494522645681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2629895494522645681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok-had-to-sneak-this-in.html' title='ok had to sneak this in'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2075672327035386161</id><published>2011-04-29T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:18:00.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolved</title><content type='html'>Upon further reflection, we at for humor's sake have decided that it's best for us to post less often in order to increase the quality of every post.  With this news, we suspect there will be FAQs.  We hear you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read your blog every day what does that mean for me, your reader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While, you will be getting less quantitatively, you will be getting more qualitatively.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It allows for us to come up with better ideas to write on and you get less filler.  We noticed that our readership did not like filler, so to curb that we have come to this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does that mean you will never post every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, that's a good question though.  We will not necessarily refrain from posting on everyday, but we are creating the space to not post if we don't have anything funny to say.  We want to manage our readers' expectations so they know that if they do not see a post, nothing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like this change, go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We appreciate your feedback, but that is technically not a question.  We understand some of you might dislike this move very much and again we will try our hardest to come up with good material consistently, but we simply cannot, nay, should not promise that we will produce a daily post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, that seems fair, but I still don't like it as much.  Is there a way I can help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad you asked.  The answer is yes.  The best way to help is by offering feedback, post ideas, and comments in the comments section.  Very often we are inspired by our readers and take their ideas and run with them.  It makes it much more interactive and it's a pretty cool feeling seeing your idea and thinking, "hey that's my idea." and not suing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, I accept. So...Where do babies come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'll let &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2008/10/greatest-story-ever-told.html"&gt;Jared &lt;/a&gt;field this one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2075672327035386161?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2075672327035386161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2075672327035386161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2075672327035386161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2075672327035386161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/resolved.html' title='Resolved'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7407491004137780895</id><published>2011-04-28T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:30:13.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting better with age?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OId7jXtjdQ/TbjlKhJSH0I/AAAAAAAABVs/tRhyz2iHgR4/s1600/bttf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OId7jXtjdQ/TbjlKhJSH0I/AAAAAAAABVs/tRhyz2iHgR4/s400/bttf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600478105493970754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently looked at some of my old posts and I came to a great revelation.  I have some really bad posts!  I mean this isn't a pity party, but some things I've written are honestly a waste of internet bandwidth.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-think-it-is-uncool-to-wear.html"&gt;http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-think-it-is-uncool-to-wear.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-is-funny.html"&gt;http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-is-funny.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty bad right? Arnold = governor/robot? [shakes head]  I'm ashamed.  Good thing some things get better with time.  I've been told that like a fine whine, writing gets better as I grow older I get.  So I thought, let's take a look at my more recent posts to see how I've grown.  Sadly, they don't get much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/02/worst-pickup-line-redux.html"&gt;http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/02/worst-pickup-line-redux.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/01/breaking-news-local-person-reads-blog.html"&gt;http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/01/breaking-news-local-person-reads-blog.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean really? A fake news story about someone who reads our blog? [shakes head] I'm still ashamed. Hopefully my posts will get better.  Maybe we should post less so we can post when we actually have something funny to write.  Or we could fast forward to when I'm 80 and I'm hilarious. Whichever is easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7407491004137780895?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7407491004137780895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7407491004137780895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7407491004137780895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7407491004137780895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-better-with-age.html' title='Getting better with age?'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OId7jXtjdQ/TbjlKhJSH0I/AAAAAAAABVs/tRhyz2iHgR4/s72-c/bttf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3148350988205497782</id><published>2011-04-27T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:34:00.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Not Use Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;People are always trying to find multiple uses for things to increase productivity with reduced cost. Even Bill Belichick does it when he looks for players that can return kicks, block, and be the star quarterback...all at the same time. However, some things just aren't meant to have multiple uses, so here's a list we've come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Shoulder iPads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-r2yLNQ60/Tbek0GJA52I/AAAAAAAABVE/InuNR1dShK0/s1600/football%2Bipads.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-r2yLNQ60/Tbek0GJA52I/AAAAAAAABVE/InuNR1dShK0/s1600/football%2Bipads.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600125876567074658" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-r2yLNQ60/Tbek0GJA52I/AAAAAAAABVE/InuNR1dShK0/s400/football%2Bipads.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 308px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can run down the sidelines, while listening to surround sound mp3 music, and score the winning touchdown all at once, but the blood in your cracked screen probably won't be covered by applecare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Escape iPod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLj577OZN4g/Tbek33B5UVI/AAAAAAAABVM/RkUiDxDnrJc/s1600/stormtroopers%2Bipod.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLj577OZN4g/Tbek33B5UVI/AAAAAAAABVM/RkUiDxDnrJc/s1600/stormtroopers%2Bipod.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600125941230162258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLj577OZN4g/Tbek33B5UVI/AAAAAAAABVM/RkUiDxDnrJc/s400/stormtroopers%2Bipod.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 232px; width: 350px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure your iPod would allow you to escape a burning spaceship and listen to Rocketman at the same time, but entering the atmosphere would make your head explode from the pressure. If not that, then your body would be burnt up to a crisp.  Cookie Crisp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bring a Desktop to class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3f3_x43rKwI/TbeqfcaQGHI/AAAAAAAABVc/vAFgF5y_7nI/s1600/doofus.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3f3_x43rKwI/TbeqfcaQGHI/AAAAAAAABVc/vAFgF5y_7nI/s1600/doofus.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600132118837467250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3f3_x43rKwI/TbeqfcaQGHI/AAAAAAAABVc/vAFgF5y_7nI/s400/doofus.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 225px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it is more powerful and it can probably hold more mp3's but you'd look like a total doofus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technology is supposed to make life better, but here are some clear examples of how they make life more difficult.  How else should we not use technology?  Let us know in the comment section!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3148350988205497782?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3148350988205497782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3148350988205497782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3148350988205497782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3148350988205497782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-not-use-technology.html' title='How to Not Use Technology'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-r2yLNQ60/Tbek0GJA52I/AAAAAAAABVE/InuNR1dShK0/s72-c/football%2Bipads.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7858348743777919324</id><published>2011-04-26T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:00:08.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A socially responsible post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFsop0UzGis/TbZWTvdG4XI/AAAAAAAABU8/IXrNG_ffODM/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-26%2Bat%2B12.46.42%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFsop0UzGis/TbZWTvdG4XI/AAAAAAAABU8/IXrNG_ffODM/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-26%2Bat%2B12.46.42%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599758083837845874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFsop0UzGis/TbZWTvdG4XI/AAAAAAAABU8/IXrNG_ffODM/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-26%2Bat%2B12.46.42%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the passing of Earth Day, we are all reminded that we, as a human race, are all responsible for preserving and maintaining the resources and beauty of the earth which God created. However, an overlooked resource that seems to always be wasted is our words.  For some reason, people have no problems babbling about Justin Bieber or typing insensitive comments on cnn.com as if we will never run out of words. But I have news for you all: &lt;b&gt;we have a finite number of words in our lifetime&lt;/b&gt;. Why should we waste them on useless things? I have a few daily suggestions for how we can reduce word wastage.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Use longer words to be more word-efficient (greater wordfficieny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If we plan to use words to communicate anyway, why not get the most bang for our buck? I have a theory that the lengthiness of a term is directly proportional to the amount of information extracted from it. Better dust up your SAT books, because they finally have some use again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Stop turning in crap when writing papers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We all do it at some point in our schooling. We're 5 pages short of the 5 page minimum, so we do the only thing we know how to do: we heap on steaming piles of words. We reiterate our points over and over again, but spread them out. We explain something in ten sentences when it can be summarized in one phrase. We totally fabricate another reason why our thesis statement can be supported. We repeat our thoughts in several locations throughout the paper. If we plan to save our words, we need to stop it as its main source: school papers.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Embrace awkward silences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awkward silences are inevitable and they are usually seen as a negative thing, but we propose that they be seen as a wordfficiently useful.  If we talk less, we will have less opportunities to waste our words.  So next time someone sees you picking your nose, just ride the silence and eat in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Reuse old statements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Awkward silences are inevitable and they are usually seen as a negative thing, but we propose that they be seen as a wordfficiently useful.  If we talk less, we will have less opportunities to waste our words.  So next time someone sees you picking your nose, just ride the silence and eat in peace.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As earth's limited resources continue to expire, we must do our part to take care of the world we've been given.  Hopefully these tips have been helpful to you in the battle to save our most important resource: coal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7858348743777919324?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7858348743777919324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7858348743777919324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7858348743777919324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7858348743777919324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/socially-responsible-post.html' title='A socially responsible post'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFsop0UzGis/TbZWTvdG4XI/AAAAAAAABU8/IXrNG_ffODM/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-26%2Bat%2B12.46.42%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3336419375838282218</id><published>2011-04-25T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:44:44.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>I gave up posting filler posts for Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toptenz.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/easter-island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.toptenz.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/easter-island.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3336419375838282218?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3336419375838282218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3336419375838282218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3336419375838282218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3336419375838282218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4953159061201088500</id><published>2011-04-22T08:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:15:00.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Good Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUOaKPKEz4w/TbCFip6V9II/AAAAAAAABU0/6OLLKaVV-2I/s1600/Friday.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUOaKPKEz4w/TbCFip6V9II/AAAAAAAABU0/6OLLKaVV-2I/s400/Friday.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598121167234135170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I see my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4953159061201088500?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4953159061201088500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4953159061201088500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4953159061201088500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4953159061201088500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-good-friday.html' title='Have a Good Friday!'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUOaKPKEz4w/TbCFip6V9II/AAAAAAAABU0/6OLLKaVV-2I/s72-c/Friday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-644270202073173360</id><published>2011-04-21T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:46:00.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gifts for loyalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMkJEWKJ07c/Ta_K2gAKPgI/AAAAAAAABUs/L0CMbZWi_Dw/s1600/happybdaymikey.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMkJEWKJ07c/Ta_K2gAKPgI/AAAAAAAABUs/L0CMbZWi_Dw/s400/happybdaymikey.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597915899497168386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, our most loyal blog reader, Mikey, celebrated his birthday yesterday. As a result, we thought it would be a great idea to raise up some funds to buy him a nice gift to commemorate his year of loyalty . So we did what we do best: fart. After our gas festival, Calvin and I thought about legitimate ways to get money and it dawned on us at the same time: start a pyramid scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked up instructions on the internet but found they were too confusing, mostly because it contained hard-to-pronounce words like "fraud" and "the". We found pictures of pyramid schemes instead. Unfortunately, Calvin accidentally printed out the pyramid upside down, so we ended up sending 100 dollars to 10 people and told those people to send 100 dollars to 10 more people. Upon realizing our mistake, I went to print the pyramid in the correct direction. Unfortunately, because I was distracted by youtube, I printed out the food pyramid instead. We ended up mailing letters to numerous people, demanding they send us fruits and vegetables back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want to give a fruit offering to Mike (look what happened to Cain), so we looked on the internet for more ways to get money. While we were surfing, Calvin got a facebook message from Mikey's brother himself claiming that he's stuck in Africa and needs the funds to come back to Ammerika! What a great gift-coming to the rescue of our friend's brother! So we sent him the $10,000 he requested though Western Union in honor of Mikey.  Did you know he was a prince of Nigeria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've spent so much money on him, but we haven't actually given him a tangible gift yet. So instead, our gift is a blog post about him because this is the best we could do until the Xbox 720 Prince Desmond promised arrives. Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-644270202073173360?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/644270202073173360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=644270202073173360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/644270202073173360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/644270202073173360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/gifts-for-loyalty.html' title='gifts for loyalty'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMkJEWKJ07c/Ta_K2gAKPgI/AAAAAAAABUs/L0CMbZWi_Dw/s72-c/happybdaymikey.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-936287204936921945</id><published>2011-04-20T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T08:58:00.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Here's an inside look at how Jared and I write posts.  Often one will ask the other, "What do you want to post next?"  The other will often say, "I don't know.  I can't find any inspiration."  And then we talk about something else for a few hours until we HAVE to post.  Well I'm ashamed to say this, but we finally found inspiration.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nachjva1VM/Ta5yZhMh4SI/AAAAAAAABUk/6XuuhD9ICu8/s1600/jareds%2Binpiration.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nachjva1VM/Ta5yZhMh4SI/AAAAAAAABUk/6XuuhD9ICu8/s400/jareds%2Binpiration.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597537169601323298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 303px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-936287204936921945?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/936287204936921945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=936287204936921945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/936287204936921945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/936287204936921945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nachjva1VM/Ta5yZhMh4SI/AAAAAAAABUk/6XuuhD9ICu8/s72-c/jareds%2Binpiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1124832495347268012</id><published>2011-04-19T08:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:33:00.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and/or Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4Ta0wKiaU/Ta0OpV_71fI/AAAAAAAABUU/7sMCkBRCVsc/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-19%2Bat%2B12.24.49%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597146015334127090" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4Ta0wKiaU/Ta0OpV_71fI/AAAAAAAABUU/7sMCkBRCVsc/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-19%2Bat%2B12.24.49%2BAM.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the world's greatest philosophers have wrestled with what the world would be like if the Bible was written in our lifetime.  Indeed I too have many questions in regards to this conundrum.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWJD? (What would Jesus do?) How would Jesus have interacted with the general public?  Who would He have hung out with and who would He have rebuked? Who would He have healed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWJHCTBH12A? (Who would Jesus have chosen to be His Twelve Apostles?) What would the occupations of them have been? How would they have been persecuted? What kind of bread would they have broken? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These deep questions will never have concrete answers, but one question I have does and that is by far the deepest question regarding this topic: How would it have affected the band names of the era? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's take a look at some key examples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Savage Garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;Nat King David&lt;br /&gt;Middle East Movement&lt;br /&gt;Kid Cephas&lt;br /&gt;Jonah and the Blowfish&lt;br /&gt;Shekelback&lt;br /&gt;George Clinton and the Sanhedrin Funkadelic&lt;br /&gt;The Mighty Mighty Philistones&lt;br /&gt;John Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch&lt;br /&gt;Better Than Nehemiah&lt;/blockquote&gt;These are just some of the bands, which ones have you discovered? Comment below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1124832495347268012?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1124832495347268012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1124832495347268012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1124832495347268012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1124832495347268012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/rock-andor-roll.html' title='Rock and/or Roll'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4Ta0wKiaU/Ta0OpV_71fI/AAAAAAAABUU/7sMCkBRCVsc/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-19%2Bat%2B12.24.49%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-566956334366222340</id><published>2011-04-18T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:11:00.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take that Michael Jordan</title><content type='html'>I'm baaaaack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out I didn't test positive for BEDs after all. They checked my "B" and "P" sample, and it turned up negative for BEDs. It also turns out that the "steroids" I purchased from Jordan's Furniture were just an over-the-counter placebo suppository. It's good to be back doing the thing that I love most: forcing Calvin to write things for me and taking credit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bet you must be curious what I was up to during my semi-retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed blog writing so much that I decided to go overseas to join a European blog. Things were great in the beginning, but when the blog owners realized that the only Spanish I knew was from a Taco Bell menu, things went chalupa supreme really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I tried to further my rap career. I figured since I can't sing very well, rapping would be my best bet for a music career. I tried remixing all of Eminem's top hits into one song in hopes of creating the greatest rap song of all time. Instead, I ended up with the Sesame Street theme song. Let's just say it didn't sell very well (except for the age 1 through 5 demographic) and I blew all my earnings betting against the Harlem Globetrotters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I watched the Celtics beat the Knicks and did my laundry. Retired people still have to wear clean clothes, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-566956334366222340?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/566956334366222340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=566956334366222340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/566956334366222340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/566956334366222340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-that-michael-jordan.html' title='Take that Michael Jordan'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6318780057209807180</id><published>2011-04-15T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:36:05.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Jared'/><title type='text'>All Eyez On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg5n0L3yEGw/TafFVw-Zn2I/AAAAAAAABUE/iVT6kn3rATQ/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-15%2Bat%2B12.10.33%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595658039745683298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg5n0L3yEGw/TafFVw-Zn2I/AAAAAAAABUE/iVT6kn3rATQ/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-15%2Bat%2B12.10.33%2BAM.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s Friday, Friday. Gotta get down on Friday. Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that we all miss Jared.  So I went digging through our old drafts and found a post that he started writing.  It is strangely ominous considering what happened this week. Here take a look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;President Obama gave us a direct order to create more jobs. So we're creating them as fast as we can, here are some of our postings. Please apply if interested.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job Title: Senior Blog Reader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of Openings: 5,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salary: Any money found on the ground is yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Description: Our blog is looking for people who can read our blog and laugh at it, preferably because the blog content is funny, not because they are being tickled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desired Qualities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must read blog everyday &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must comment whenever possible &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand Asian cultural jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of humor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes pancakes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who would've thought he was talking about himself.  Here's another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Retirement is a mixed blessing. On the one hand, you're able to do all the things that you wish you could do while you're at work, but on the other hand you don't get to do the work that you've trained much of your life doing. For instance, if I wasn't working, I'd probably be blogging more. The 8-12 hours I work could be devoted to being funny, which is completely natural to me. No artificial humor injections needed. And if I ever do get caught I'm going to retire instead of dealing with the consequences.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;I guess he sort of knew he was destined for greater things.  Now we all know why the caged bird sings.  Fly, Jared, fly up up to the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6318780057209807180?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6318780057209807180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6318780057209807180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6318780057209807180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6318780057209807180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-eyez-on-me.html' title='All Eyez On Me'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg5n0L3yEGw/TafFVw-Zn2I/AAAAAAAABUE/iVT6kn3rATQ/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-15%2Bat%2B12.10.33%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-5437216445838706540</id><published>2011-04-14T08:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:08:26.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Jared'/><title type='text'>Napping is great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cybersalt.org/images/funnypictures/cats/catintoilet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.cybersalt.org/images/funnypictures/cats/catintoilet.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 468px; width: 280px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling sleepy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the greatest difficulties regarding working a full-time job is having enough energy to get through the entire day.  Late night conversation? That means early morning incoherence. Big lunch?  Good afternoon food coma and good day to you too, itis.  So what's the solution? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I worked full-time, I was most tired in the morning and after lunch, usually for those two reasons.  Everyone knows that the best way to counteract the sleepies is to take a nap, not caffeine, but where do you take a nap when you don't have a bed or a couch to sleep on? Maybe you're one of the lucky ones who has a couch in your workplace, but can you really sleep in the open and face being labeled lazy? The answer is a resounding no.  So, I found the best place to sleep was the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how you do it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go into the bathroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go into the toilet stall (not the urinal, gentlemen ... or ladies...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drop trou - I know, I know, it seems unnecessary, but its far less incriminating if it seems like you went in there for other business because let's face it: people can see your feet, even if it's not intentional.  Just sayin'.  It's like Jared always told me, "If you can't act, at least look the part." (He may or may not have ever said that, but he's retired so he can't stop me from making stories up.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set an alarm for the same ringtone that you normally use for calls. - This way if someone is in the bathroom when you wake up, it'll sound like you just got a phone call. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nap.  Any time is acceptable really.  I personally liked 15 minutes with a snooze option.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make small talk with anyone in the bathroom with you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to clean up any marks on your face from the stall wall or your wrist watch. (You could also take off your watch.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk out refreshed to your promotion and/or raise*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try it out today.  You're welcome, universe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Results may vary. Possible side effects may include loss of vision or termination.  If nap lasts longer than four hours, consult your physician.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-5437216445838706540?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/5437216445838706540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=5437216445838706540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5437216445838706540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5437216445838706540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/napping-is-great.html' title='Napping is great'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7445968051907994151</id><published>2011-04-13T08:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:49:27.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Jared'/><title type='text'>Statement from Jared</title><content type='html'>Hello faithful readership,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know Jared has retired from blogging and the situation has left the blog in a scramble to figure out how to move on without him. This morning Jared broke his silence and released the following statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear fans of FHS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few years, I enjoyed writing (or forcing Calvin to write) blog posts at FHS and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world (except reservations to a Gordon Ramsay restaurant), but I felt that now is a good time to hang up my keyboard and call it a career. I am at ease with the decision. God knows what's best for me (but I wish I would actually listen to Him). I'll be going away on a trip to Spain with my old man to eat lots of dim sum---er, tapas. Some may believe that I am retiring to avoid the repercussions of my alleged BEDs use. But I assure you that the only BEDs I've purchased in the past year are from Jordan's Furniture.....'s back parking lot. Please continue to support FHS, especially Calvin, by liking all of his posts multiple times. So long, blog-ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7445968051907994151?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7445968051907994151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7445968051907994151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7445968051907994151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7445968051907994151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/statement-from-jared.html' title='Statement from Jared'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-24150846004208510</id><published>2011-04-12T08:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:17:00.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Jared'/><title type='text'>This Can't Be Happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYDNeqb_ZFk/TaPXSoDK40I/AAAAAAAABT0/BdSp2UaASHA/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-12%2Bat%2B12.38.05%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYDNeqb_ZFk/TaPXSoDK40I/AAAAAAAABT0/BdSp2UaASHA/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-12%2Bat%2B12.38.05%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594551877112619842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention all FHS readers: See the article posted below! FHS needs its readers now more than ever!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Half of Local Mediocre Blog Retires Unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boston, MA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/12/11 8:17am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jared of the blog For-humors-sake.blogspot.com was informed late last night that he tested positive for BEDs (blog-enhancing drugs).  This was his second offense, which according to the ordinances set by the MLB (Major League Blogging), is subject to a 100 post suspension.  First-time offenders are subject to suspension for 50 posts, which Jared served from  &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-new-post.html"&gt;April 1, 2010&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/01/bulletin-board-material.html"&gt;January 7, 2011&lt;/a&gt;.  This comes as a great shock to many as most readers will remember the heated campaign against BEDs, the denial of his first offense, and subsequent vow to stay clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more unexpected is his decision to retire from the world of blogging, instead of serving his suspension.  One can only imagine how this will affect his public perception and the lasting reputation of his blogging career.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When asked for a comment, his blogging partner, Calvin, had this to say: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"This is a sad day for the blog. I know Jared wanted to produce good numbers with his posts and I know during &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/search/label/writers%20block%202011"&gt;writers' block&lt;/a&gt; he put a lot of pressure on himself, but I didn't think he'd start using again...The signs were there. I should've interceded.  I just hope he'll come back some day.  Else, this is the end of an era  &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/02/mcribshank-redemption.html"&gt;I just miss my friend.&lt;/a&gt; Jared, if you're out there come back.  The team needs you." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no known details regarding what he plans on doing with his time or his computer now that he will no longer be blogging, but rumors have surfaced that he is considering taking his talents to south beach to eat at a Miami Subs Grill, but others report he is eating at a Pollo Tropical.  Details in this breaking news will be reported as soon as they emerge.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-24150846004208510?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/24150846004208510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=24150846004208510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/24150846004208510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/24150846004208510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-cant-be-happening.html' title='This Can&apos;t Be Happening'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYDNeqb_ZFk/TaPXSoDK40I/AAAAAAAABT0/BdSp2UaASHA/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-12%2Bat%2B12.38.05%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2921423810076225277</id><published>2011-04-11T08:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:58:30.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Case Scenario</title><content type='html'>We are taught in life to hope for the best, but plan for the worst. But why don't we ever prepare for the best-case scenario? If you think about it, the worst-case scenario is just as likely to happen as the best-case scenario (i.e. rolling a 1 vs. 12 in monopoly, check the math, it's true). Imagine how red your face will be when the best-case scenario happens, and you're not prepared for it. You may laugh at me (ha ha ha), but I carry very random specific objects with me at all times in preparation for a fortuitous moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item 1:&lt;/b&gt; Bucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Case Scenario:&lt;/b&gt; Money falls from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; If money falls from the sky, everybody knows the best item to have is a bucket. Everyone will be trying to stuff money into their pockets and European satchels, but those only have limited space. A bucket is basically bottomless if you ignore the inner dimensions of the bucket. My bucket is decorated with a dollar sign on it to explain its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item 2:&lt;/b&gt; Leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Case Scenario:&lt;/b&gt; Someone decides to give away their Ferrari to the coolest person they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; There's always a chance that a local Ferrari dealer is willing to give away their last Ferrari on the lot just to get the dealer bonus. However, the dealer can't just hand it to anyone, he's got to give to the person who best exemplifies coolness. That's where the leather jacket comes into play. You don't even have to wear it, just hold it Zack Morris style (over your back with one hand) and you will stand out among the rest. Just think as you are driving away in your new free car (don't worry about taxes, the government decided to let this gift slide), I'm so glad I found this rhinestone leather jacket from my mom's closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Item 3:&lt;/b&gt; Mop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Case Scenario:&lt;/b&gt; A sudden promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; Your boss runs into your office with a worried look on his face. He's forgotten to get a gift for his young daughter's birthday. It's already 9 pm, the malls are all closed, what is he to do? That is when you reveal the mop you've been carrying with you everyday to work. You pull off the stick and hand the yarn bundle to your boss. It's a Justin Bieber hair replica. Your boss is overjoyed because his daughter is a Bieber-ite! Not only does your boss perform the moonwalk, he gives you a promotion. And it's all because you had that mop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2921423810076225277?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2921423810076225277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2921423810076225277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2921423810076225277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2921423810076225277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-case-scenario.html' title='Best Case Scenario'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1611571274383541291</id><published>2011-04-08T09:39:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T09:39:00.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FHS Advice #1</title><content type='html'>We recently got a letter from an anonymous reader asking if we could post some advice.  We thought that was a great idea. We're ashamed we hadn't thought of it before.  So thanks reader!  &lt;div&gt;Here's the text of the letter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear FHS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting married this weekend and I was wondering if you had any tips or advice that I should keep in mind for the day? Anything will be helpful. Your blog is awesomely funny and I read it everyday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Pal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bro-in' to the Chapel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well first of all, thanks for reading.  We try working pretty hard to bring a small blip of joy to our readers' days so it means a lot when people let us know that they think we're doing a good job.  :)  Anyway, we don't know how qualified we are as neither one of us is married, but to the advice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure to go to the bathroom before your ceremony begins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear clean underwear.  You'll feel fresher and the wedding party may thank you for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not eat chili on the night before your wedding.  Just don't do it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you hear a funny noise when you're in front of everyone, it was the floorboards.  Trust me.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you need to pass gas, don't do it when music is playing.  Sound can't block scent.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If all else fails, just wear a brown suit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope this advice is helpful.  Just remember to pace yourself, you don't want to poop yourself out before the cake is even cut! And most importantly, this is your big day, one that you and your spouse-to-be have worked hard to plan, so just enjoy and savor it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FHS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1611571274383541291?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1611571274383541291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1611571274383541291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1611571274383541291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1611571274383541291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/fhs-advice-1.html' title='FHS Advice #1'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2467727492514576635</id><published>2011-04-07T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T09:44:00.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperbole</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine a world where hyperbole was taken literally?  Pretty awesome right? Maybe you're thinking, "What are you talking about?" Allow me to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyperbole is defined as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hyperbole |hīˈpərbəlē|&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's essentially lying, so I'd be lying less.  But not only that, it would be a strong motivator for us to I would think harder about what words I use, which if you know me, I'm not very so very nice at doing ... that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example A:&lt;br /&gt;I'd think carefully about telling someone how hungry I was because I knew that if I said, "I'm  so hungry I could eat a horse," they would feed me a horse.  I don't like horse meat! And to make things worse, I'd see all that food and I'd feel bad wasting it and I'd force myself to eat a lot more than I needed.  This would make me fatter and give me heart disease and thus kill me at the tender age of 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example B:&lt;br /&gt;I need my phone on me at all times so that I can do all the important things like update my blog while driving and play games while on the toilet.  Needless to say, I am naked without it.  If hyperbole was to be taken literally, I would never leave my cell phone at home because if I am naked without it,  every time I left it at home, I'd get arrested for indecent exposure, preventing me from living out my dream of being Raffi's understudy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think it's pretty clear life would be a lot better if we took hyperbole literally.  So do it because if you don't I will get so mad, I'll die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2467727492514576635?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2467727492514576635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2467727492514576635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2467727492514576635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2467727492514576635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/hyperbole.html' title='Hyperbole'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2555020757914168846</id><published>2011-04-06T08:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:42:00.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected Joshua Harris Book Titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Calvin and I were looking through the trash one day (for McRib boxes to eat, the boxes are just as delicious as the sandwiches themselves) and we stumbled upon a document that contained a list of crossed-out titles all written by the one and only Joshua Harris. Here is what we found on that document. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Kissed Dating Goodbye alternate titles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So Long, Dating! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey Dating, Say Hi To Your Mother For Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DTR'd My Dates Away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Kissed Marriage Hello&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Bid Farewell to Dating by means of a Kiss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Pecked Dating Goodbye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Refuse to Share a Drink with Dating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Blocked Dating on Gchat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy Meets Girl alternate titles: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Texts Girl &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girl Not Interested&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Awkwardly Talks to Girl &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girl Waits For Boy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girl Fed Up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Mans Up, Then Talks to Girl with Confidence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Gets Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Meets World &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2555020757914168846?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2555020757914168846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2555020757914168846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2555020757914168846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2555020757914168846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/rejected-joshua-harris-book-titles.html' title='Rejected Joshua Harris Book Titles'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4165281440272518769</id><published>2011-04-05T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:30:04.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on</title><content type='html'>Sorry readers, Calvin and I spent all night analyzing Jason Mraz lyrics in an attempt to find contradictory statements. Our findings so far: no contradictions (but we won't worry our lives away). As a result, we don't really have anything to post today. Please &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWrg1kUiAX4&amp;amp;t=1m02s"&gt;hold on for one more day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4165281440272518769?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4165281440272518769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4165281440272518769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4165281440272518769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4165281440272518769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/hold-on.html' title='hold on'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-8495081851890528682</id><published>2011-04-04T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T08:51:00.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, John Mayer</title><content type='html'>Dear John Mayer, Columbia Records and affiliates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please accept our apologies for making the &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-me-how-to-live-john-mayer.html"&gt;claim&lt;/a&gt; that you give bad advice. We are a blog with a reputation for posts and sometimes humor. Yet, we are embarrassed that we took your songs, which are of high quality, out of context.  John, we are very sorry. Our bad, J-May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most valuable asset is our readers and we aim to please those who are loyal in their readership and clearly you are as such. We deeply regret the post. Surely, you can sympathize with us in regards to saying things that are misunderstood or taken out of context. We feel your anguish and are sorry for the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If either one of us can be of further help, please do not hesitate to contact us via comments. We check them often.  We will reply at the first opportunity &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2009/08/lest.html"&gt;lest&lt;/a&gt; we upset you more. With this apology, we consider the matter closed, per our agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Humor's Sake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-8495081851890528682?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/8495081851890528682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=8495081851890528682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8495081851890528682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8495081851890528682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry-john-mayer.html' title='Sorry, John Mayer'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7131459959401327541</id><published>2011-04-01T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:10:00.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like us, Love us, Gotta Have us</title><content type='html'>You will notice that we have a recent addition to our blog posts: the like and un-like button! We will teach you have to use it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please LIKE us if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The post was funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The post speaks the truth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The post brings up a scenario that you've also experienced.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like Calvin and/or Jared.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You plan to marry Calvin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are bored.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please UN-LIKE us if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The post went over your head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The post was not funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The post spoke heresy (and it wasn't sarcastic).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The post spoke something positive about Justin Bieber.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;FHS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7131459959401327541?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7131459959401327541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7131459959401327541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7131459959401327541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7131459959401327541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-us-love-us-gotta-have-us.html' title='Like us, Love us, Gotta Have us'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1815442192397990561</id><published>2011-03-31T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:22:00.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me how to live, John Mayer</title><content type='html'>John Mayer gives the worst advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P1qUSWEfmk&amp;amp;t=2m02s"&gt;Advice 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikgP9u751B4&amp;amp;t=2m58s"&gt;Advice 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for nothing, John Mayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1815442192397990561?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1815442192397990561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1815442192397990561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1815442192397990561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1815442192397990561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-me-how-to-live-john-mayer.html' title='Show me how to live, John Mayer'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3528519323408273245</id><published>2011-03-30T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:13:00.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a victim. Get educated.</title><content type='html'>People have been lazy for generations and while there are many different factors, none is more notorious than sweatpants.  Studies have shown that sweatpants are the #1 contributor in 6-12 categories of laziness, including but not limited to: procrastinating, dawdling, and lollygagging. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is because during the construction of the garments, a very scientific chemical reaction occurs and the chemicals produced have an adverse effect on humans.  The chemicals mix with human sweat and form a gas.  That gas enters into the body through the butt, like a reverse-fart, except it's not funny.  It's dangerous, here's how much:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit A: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/88776315_4b806e5dd8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/88776315_4b806e5dd8.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at James Van derBeek.  James used to be a budding hollywood actor with a very promising career.  But once his TV show ended, he was never seen. Why? He was working hard auditioning for new roles until one day he put on sweatpants and decided to skip his search for one day.  He skipped the next day too and decided to buy an iPod so he could psyche himself for his auditions.  The third day he bought a pair of Uggs and that's when he really let himself go.  One of my cohorts who used to &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-secret.html"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; with him tried to reach out to him, but to no avail.  This picture was taken right before he stopped at Auntie Annie's for a Pretzel Dog and Cinnamon Sugar Pretzel Nuggets.  This was the third breakfast out of five that day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.rooftopcomedy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/sweatpants.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.rooftopcomedy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/sweatpants.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See this man? Sure he looks like he's just relaxing. But this picture was taken right after he walked up one flight of stairs.  Physically exhausted, he needed a rest.  His manager and mother took the picture to show him how he needed help.  I'm happy to say that his story ends well.  This man quit his sweatpants addiction and became the phenom we all know as Usher. OMG.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've been warned, America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3528519323408273245?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3528519323408273245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3528519323408273245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3528519323408273245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3528519323408273245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-be-victim-get-educated.html' title='Don&apos;t be a victim. Get educated.'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/88776315_4b806e5dd8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2957125698769221444</id><published>2011-03-29T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:52:00.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>super size mike</title><content type='html'>With our most loyal blog reader Mikey back from his overseas trip, there was speculation whether he gained any weight. Calvin and I were thinking of funny ways for him to know if he's gotten heavier without the use of a scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- His car tires burst when he gets into the car&lt;br /&gt;- Shirt buttons break in half when he inhales&lt;br /&gt;- It takes 2 weeks for gas to surface&lt;br /&gt;- The flight home was just turning around&lt;br /&gt;- He has to take baths at Sea World&lt;br /&gt;- He cries hoisin sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Mikey, we hope you realize that the octopus card wasn't made of octopus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2957125698769221444?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2957125698769221444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2957125698769221444' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2957125698769221444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2957125698769221444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-size-mike.html' title='super size mike'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6765359907704688256</id><published>2011-03-28T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:11:00.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>save points</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I dream that my life would be like an RPG (role playing game). If I could see that I was leveling up, I'd probably spend more time reading, studying, or causing squirrels to faint. But I think it'd be cool if there were save points in real life. For those who aren't familiar with RPGs, basically at a save point, you save all your progress so far in a game. If you happen to die anytime after that, you revert back to the last place you've saved. Now let's think about this for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sorry I dozed off (and regained all my health!). Imagine what you could do with save points. Let's say you have a test the next day and save before you walk to class. You get all the questions wrong. But that's okay, you saved before the test. Just accidentally fall off a cliff and voila! You end up outside your classroom door and you remember all the questions! You can ace it! (If you forget the questions, you can just repeat the process until you get the grade you want.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about you're stuck in traffic going to a job interview and you see an alternate route with no traffic that was an exit earlier? Accidentally drive off a cliff and poof! Assuming you saved before you left for the interview, you're back in the car and you can take that earlier exit and be there on time for the interview! (Afraid of how the interview will go? Just save beforehand!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about saving right before you enter a DTR? It didn't turn out the way you wanted? That's okay, just lose a fight with a tough guy named Cliff and tada! Now you can run away from the conversation while preserving the friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the save point would be great. Some people may argue that we would lose all our memories that occur after the last time we save, but for the sake of this post, that is not true at all! Readers, what are your thoughts on the save points in real life? (If you didn't like this post, I will probably reset.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6765359907704688256?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6765359907704688256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6765359907704688256' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6765359907704688256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6765359907704688256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/save-points.html' title='save points'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6776555156015296428</id><published>2011-03-25T09:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:23:00.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Dez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past Wednesday Dez Bryant, a wide receiver for the Dallas Cowboys, was kicked out of a mall in Dallas.  Not for stealing.  Not for breaking goods.  So what was he kicked out for?  Baggy pants.  Yes, my friends, he was kicked out because he had baggy pants.  I mean yes, perhaps a fashion faux pas, but hardly an offense to get one kicked out of a mall.  Ok granted he made a profane commotion when asked to lift up his pants and he has a track record of issues in that mall, but still, I don't think he should've been kicked out.  Yes, he's showing some butt, but no one is stopping all those teenage girls from doing the same thing. Caught you, mall cop!  At least Dez is spending money!  He's paying for his &lt;a href="http://common1.ziffdavisinternet.com/util_get_image/25/0,1425,i=253237&amp;amp;sz=1,00.jpg"&gt;Supermoon&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had to have been specifically keeping an eye on him.  You know why?  The mall cops never kick out those teenagers who do all the annoying things that make the mall worse than it already is. Yet in walks Dez Bryant and it's an ABP on Mr. Saggy-Butt-Pants.  I mean I used to work at the mall on weekends and something that would always bug me was the number of kids who would come into my store and play with the stuff there and take pictures of themselves and yell across the store.  I was blown away by their general lack of courtesy.  Very often we would have to call security and they would be kicked out of our store.  But nothing would ever change.  Friday 5pm would usher in teen girl squad and the Bieberites. Get a job!  Join a club! Something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Friday.  If you're looking for proof, go to the mall and observe teenage human behavior and you will see what I'm talking about. Without a doubt you will see it is clear that Dez was a victim: a rich and famous victim or being barred from his favorite place to spend exorbitant amounts of money.  What is America coming to? Won't someone think of the celebrities?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6776555156015296428?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6776555156015296428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6776555156015296428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6776555156015296428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6776555156015296428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-dez.html' title='Free Dez!'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6676416919428387970</id><published>2011-03-24T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:58:00.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name? Part 2: Better than Ezra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok Round two. Round one was yesterday, just in case you missed it, which is likely because you were too busy.  Go back and find it. Now.  Right now, then come back. I can wait.  Ok, welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Nebuchadnezzar&lt;br /&gt;Good luck spelling this name correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O - Orpah&lt;br /&gt;People will think you misspelled Oprah, when it was, in fact, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprah_Winfrey"&gt;other way around.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P - Pharisee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They might grow up to be a Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, but they're gonna be a bummer to hang with on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q - Quartus&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 4 people named like this would make a Gallonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;R - Rehoboam&lt;br /&gt;Another bad king. You don't want them to go to rehob. Pun.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S - Satan&lt;/div&gt;Come on now, do we really need to explain this? I guess if HE likes &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miroslav_%C5%A0atan"&gt;double hockey sticks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T - Timon&lt;br /&gt;One of the first deacons, but may be mistaken for a Meerkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U - Uz&lt;br /&gt;He will get called the Wizard of Uz or Mr. potato chips (Utz)...fine it's a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;V - Vashni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your kid will always have vashed knees. Pun...Ok C'mon this is pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;W - Whatever you come up with your own names...judgin' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;X - Xena&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find a Biblical name that started with X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y - Yosiahu&lt;br /&gt;Josiah in Hebrew, but I'm Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z - Zacchaeus&lt;br /&gt;He probably won't be taking his talents to South Beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... that's it ... so, what's new with you? ... Forget it, I'm outta here. Never gonna post again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6676416919428387970?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6676416919428387970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6676416919428387970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6676416919428387970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6676416919428387970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-in-name-part-2-better-than-ezra.html' title='What&apos;s in a name? Part 2: Better than Ezra'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3019113924804925127</id><published>2011-03-23T08:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:24:29.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name? Part 1</title><content type='html'>My parents named me after a Biblical character. Calvin's parents named him after a cartoon character. For all you expectant parents out there, here's a guide to a list of Biblical names that you should probably avoid giving to your child. We decided to pick one name for each letter of the alphabet, because all baby name books are ordered alphabetically. We'll start off with A through M today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A - Abimelech&lt;br /&gt;This guy got clowned twice by a father-son duo. Your child won't be able to marry someone without getting cursed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B - Baal&lt;br /&gt;Naming your child after a pagan god probably won't work out...unless he's &lt;a href="http://muse.platypionline.com/uploaded_images/bale-719631.jpg"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C - Christ&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure your child will not live up to the expectations of the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D - Dorcas&lt;br /&gt;We probably don't need to explain this, Malorkus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E - Elimelech&lt;br /&gt;Your child would get struck down by God if he tries to leave the country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F - Festus&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Addams Family, Uncle Festus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G - Goliath&lt;br /&gt;He's going to get beaten up by little kids when he grows up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;H - Ham&lt;br /&gt;Just asking for fat jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I - Ir&lt;br /&gt;Your child would hear people say "err" so much that he'd think everyone was talking to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J -  Judas&lt;br /&gt;You're basically telling your kid that you want him to be a church treasurer when he grows up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K  - Kenan&lt;br /&gt;If we're going by careers, I guess it could be worse, you could name your kid Kel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L - Lazarus &lt;br /&gt;People won't know whether to bury him or not when he dies. Also a terribly difficult name for chinese grandparents to say "razalus-ah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M - Manasseh &lt;br /&gt;This was one bad king dude, and it's basically a combination of man and Vanessa. (There's nothing wrong with the name Vanessa, I just wouldn't call my son that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3019113924804925127?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3019113924804925127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3019113924804925127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3019113924804925127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3019113924804925127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-in-name-part-1.html' title='What&apos;s in a name? Part 1'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-1275828014174361929</id><published>2011-03-22T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:31:00.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold and Lone-wii</title><content type='html'>As I gaze around my room, I noticed a dusty white box sitting on my dresser.  It wasn't always ignored though.  No, it was once a friend who'd make my laugh and smile and was the life of every party. Now it is just a box.  The electrons sit idle and unmoved in the batteries. The band's broken up over lack of creative anything. The Fit has gotten fat. Friends, I am talking about my Nintendo Wii.  O how I lament:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Link!  You never met the end of his journey.  Zelda is still lost and evil is left undefeated. You will never experience the sweet taste of victory, just the feeling of a failed quest that you should have never embarked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Mii's! You will never see the light of day again.  Wou were once revered and loved, groomed and managed to sort of  look like actual people.  Now you are nothing more than kilobytes on the memory of hard drive limbo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Mario!  How lonely you must feel.  No princesses will be saved and no races will be won.  "It'sa me, Mario!" you exclaims to deaf ears.  We know who you are, Mario, we know but we can hear the desperate plea for attention in your voice. But alas, no one will save you from your great white dungeon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed friends, this is a sad time for the Wii.  The once slam-dunk champion of the video game world has now become Harold Miner.  The hype is dead and it has now been eclipsed by systems with features like HD graphics and games with actual plots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel guilty leaving my friend cold and lonely unused and unloved.  It was good to me.  It comforted me when I was in need.  It's flickering glow helped my fall asleep at night. But times change and game consoles don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it makes me sad, though... my Wii being unused. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to fly. Their feathers are just too dull. And when they are caged, the part of you that knows it was a sin to love them so much does rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're not a Playstation 3. I guess I just miss &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/02/mcribshank-redemption.html"&gt;my friend&lt;/a&gt;.  And by my friend I mean, having fun with video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-1275828014174361929?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/1275828014174361929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=1275828014174361929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1275828014174361929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/1275828014174361929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/cold-and-lone-wii.html' title='Cold and Lone-wii'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4345584038044541569</id><published>2011-03-18T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:24:00.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>While enjoying your book outside you should be careful of a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not putting Boobie in. - Y'all wanna win? Put Boobie in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing with people's money - It's like playing with their emotions.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hockey players - Two minutes for slashing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese restaurants - Especially the fortune cookies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;-Your friendly neighborhood blogger-man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4345584038044541569?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4345584038044541569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4345584038044541569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4345584038044541569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4345584038044541569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday_18.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2117519402310129485</id><published>2011-03-18T09:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:15:00.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>It's Friday, go outside and read a book instead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2117519402310129485?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2117519402310129485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2117519402310129485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2117519402310129485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2117519402310129485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6306822964250102026</id><published>2011-03-17T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T08:39:00.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>living the dream</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid I had a dream that my mutant power was making any food appear by simply thinking about it.  I'd try but it never happened so I just made that magical food and thus my addiction to ramen noodles was formed, but that's a story for another time; that was then, this is now.  And now I can realize my dream with the help of our frenemy, &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/02/technology-has-turned-us-into-liars.html"&gt;technology&lt;/a&gt;. All that is necessary is some keystrokes and some mouse clicks  and boom food appears.  For instance, did you know you can order food from Amazon? It's true. &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can make sushi and instead of paying the exorbitant prices at the supermarket, let Amazon &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eden-Organic-Cultivated-0-6-Ounce-Packages/dp/B0012AL434/ref=sr_1_15?m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;s=grocery&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299876762&amp;amp;sr=1-15"&gt;cover you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need hearts of palm? AMZ got you! Twelve pack for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Native-Forest-Organic-Hearts-14-Ounce/dp/B000F4GPP0/ref=sr_1_4?m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;s=grocery&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299876762&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;$cheap.ninety-nine&lt;/a&gt;!  &lt;a href="http://homestarrunner.com/"&gt;It's dot com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where else can you get &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ambrosia-Artichoke-Bottoms-13-75-Ounce-Pack/dp/B001EPQ75W/ref=sr_1_43?m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;s=grocery&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299876780&amp;amp;sr=1-43"&gt;Artichoke bottoms&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Levis-Mens-Original-Stonewash-34x32/dp/B0018OOVPC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299877165&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;jeans&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beads-Mukluks-Super-Furry-Pom-Pom/dp/B004D1RFZ0/ref=sr_1_fkmr1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299877063&amp;amp;sr=8-1-fkmr1"&gt;boots with the fur&lt;/a&gt;? Hurry up and buy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Bask in this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbPajfIwRRs&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;newfound glory&lt;/a&gt;, humanity.  Recognize that we stand at a moment in history that was unimaginable just a few decades ago.  The moment where we could sit in front of a glowing rectangle and eat to our hearts content.  It's a celebration of life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6306822964250102026?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6306822964250102026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6306822964250102026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6306822964250102026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6306822964250102026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-dream.html' title='living the dream'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2618036665239709559</id><published>2011-03-16T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T08:12:00.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Saving</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder what happens to the extra hour we lose in daylight saving? Some experts may say that we're just repaying the extra hour we took last year. Others say we are paying the hour now, so that later in the year we can regain it. I, on the other hand, believe the lost hour goes somewhere, probably somewhere nice like the Bahamas or somewhere meaningful like a high-interest savings account at Bank of America, because everyone knows time is money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lot of complaining about daylight saving this past Sunday. "I didn't get enough sleep", "My circadian rhythm is off", "my crops won't grow", etc. I've heard them all. So I'd like to make a proposal! How about we never ever spring forward? Instead, we just fall back one hour 6 times a year for 4 years. Then we can get rid of the leap year, because no one is born on February 29th anymore these days. Some of you may complain that by following this proposal, it'll be pitch black at noon time and extremely bright at midnight during certain parts of year. My response to that is: how come you don't complain when winter is in July in Australia? Exactly. Others may complain that animals like the owls or places like Indiana will get confused because they don't follow daylight saving. Well, perhaps this proposal will finally get them to join the "cool people" bandwagon, because everyone will be doing it. If we follow my proposal, we will take a step forward--err..backward in the progress of humanity (and owl-manity).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2618036665239709559?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2618036665239709559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2618036665239709559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2618036665239709559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2618036665239709559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/daylight-saving.html' title='Daylight Saving'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2394235311407901857</id><published>2011-03-15T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:43:00.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SImple Plan of the Year: My Chemical Boys Like Girls at the Disco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night on the Mass Pike I thought to myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Am I too old for emo?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times I've pondered this, reflecting on the days of my youth and songs about hating all girls and parents.  I sort of miss them.  The songs were so catchy, but it's hard for Dashboard lyrics, for instance, to seem relevant to my life when I'm about to be married and in grad school.  I mean if someone's hair is everywhere, I'd just vacuum it up; not a big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've resolved that I'm just too old.  Can you imagine me showing up to your party with my "Something Corporate" T-Shirt, wristbands and studded belt?  I'm not sure we'd be friends nevermind invited to anymore events. How do the All-American Rejects do it?  So old, yet so emo.  I must lack the genetic makeup.  Welcome to my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's best that I listen privately, hiding my love of angst and eyeliner from this cruel world.  No, cruel world, you will never hear tear-filled lyrics, but if I'm wearing a pair of headphones and you see a single black tear spill out of my eye, you'll know what I'm doing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2394235311407901857?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2394235311407901857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2394235311407901857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2394235311407901857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2394235311407901857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/simple-plan-of-year-my-chemical-boys.html' title='SImple Plan of the Year: My Chemical Boys Like Girls at the Disco!'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-923533365279830893</id><published>2011-03-15T08:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:38:00.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Agreement Reached!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s7.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/7F025BBF.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://s7.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/7F025BBF.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 385px; width: 385px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin and I have finally agreed on a new collective bargaining agreement. After watching Fight Club, we realized that Brad Pitt and Edward Norton are both very attractive men. I unlocked the door this morning, Calvin will be able to post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-923533365279830893?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/923533365279830893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=923533365279830893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/923533365279830893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/923533365279830893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/agreement-reached.html' title='Agreement Reached!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-2586952495215362491</id><published>2011-03-14T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:17:00.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockout</title><content type='html'>The collective bargaining agreement between Calvin and I recently expired because I decided to opt out this morning. Until we figure out a new agreement, Calvin will not be able to post at FHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when we fought over how much each of us would get from our advertisement sales. Calvin demanded a 50-50 split, but I preferred to take the entire penny and give Calvin the magic beans that I found in my pocket (which in actuality were just regular beans). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we started arguing about how many posts we would write in a week. Calvin wanted to keep it at 5 posts a week, but I demanded that he write 10 posts a week in order to generate more laughter. Unfortunately, Calvin believes that too much laughter may cause more stomach injuries amongst our readers. Clearly, he's thinking too much about the readers and not about our revenue. I, on the other hand, believe laughter will generate more laughter, which would then force people to stay on our site longer because they are unable to close the browser, thus increasing our ad sales (possibly by up to .1%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we argued over who was more attractive: Brad Pitt or Edward Norton. We debated all night and couldn't come to a firm conclusion. Since we didn't make a new deal by the negotiation deadline, I have decided to lock Calvin out. Good luck trying to find the key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-2586952495215362491?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/2586952495215362491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=2586952495215362491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2586952495215362491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/2586952495215362491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/lockout.html' title='Lockout'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4208097008244748994</id><published>2011-03-11T07:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:57:00.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty sure no one is gonna get this but ....</title><content type='html'>my favorite part of the new ipad 2 is the new chipset! chipset! chipset! what!  oww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4208097008244748994?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4208097008244748994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4208097008244748994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4208097008244748994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4208097008244748994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/pretty-sure-no-one-is-gonna-get-this.html' title='Pretty sure no one is gonna get this but ....'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-5490570222030442932</id><published>2011-03-10T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:03:00.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to seem more attractive</title><content type='html'>I know that some of our readers are single and ready to mingle so I figured I'd help y'all out.   If you're trying to meet that special somebody here are a number of techniques that you can use to put yourself in better situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Know how to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cateredsounds.com/images/macarena-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cateredsounds.com/images/macarena-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're able to cut up some rug, people will think you are more fun and social.  Right after this picture was taken, a couple male models asked for some digits.  You wanna know who they didn't approach? The Gene Simmons impersonator in the background.  Not because she's dressed like the KISS frontman, but because she's not dancing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Smell good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilovenewwork.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/OldSpice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ilovenewwork.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/OldSpice.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 275px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The commercials are right: how you smell matters.  It might not be Old Spice and it definitely isn't Axe, but what you smell like can make you seem more or less attractive.  Even more so than perfume or cologne, some times the best thing you can do is smell clean. Or you could always brush with &lt;a href="http://www.mcphee.com/shop/products/Bacon-Toothpaste.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for the win. (Thanks Emily for this tip)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Own a lot of jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.solarnavigator.net/music/music_images/The_Bangles_1980s_girl_band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.solarnavigator.net/music/music_images/The_Bangles_1980s_girl_band.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fact of nature: people are attracted to shiny things. They see your shiny bracelets they will come and talk to you, why? Because the precious metals told them to. So make sure you get plenty of ...&lt;i&gt;Bangles&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, Dance skills. Check.  Smells like bacon. Check.  Jewelry. Check.  With this criteria, here is the most attractive man in the world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gifbin.com/bin/191950334.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gifbin.com/bin/191950334.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 190px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/05/12/article-1180911-004796B400000258-960_468x324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/05/12/article-1180911-004796B400000258-960_468x324.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 324px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here's lookin at you, foo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-5490570222030442932?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/5490570222030442932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=5490570222030442932' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5490570222030442932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/5490570222030442932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-seem-more-attractive.html' title='How to seem more attractive'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-8508044101533060052</id><published>2011-03-10T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:29:01.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent pt. 3</title><content type='html'>Forget it, I'm giving up something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-8508044101533060052?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/8508044101533060052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=8508044101533060052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8508044101533060052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/8508044101533060052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/lent-pt-3.html' title='Lent pt. 3'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-433729168803342669</id><published>2011-03-10T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:18:00.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent pt. 2</title><content type='html'>This is a lot harder than I realized...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-433729168803342669?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/433729168803342669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=433729168803342669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/433729168803342669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/433729168803342669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/lent-pt-2.html' title='Lent pt. 2'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-6733645299566235486</id><published>2011-03-10T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:05:00.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>For lent, we're giving up our blog. See you in forty days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-6733645299566235486?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/6733645299566235486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=6733645299566235486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6733645299566235486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/6733645299566235486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4544059952737491646</id><published>2011-03-09T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T08:33:00.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing out the notebook</title><content type='html'>Calvin gave me a notebook to write down any funny thoughts that come to my mind during the day. I'm supposed to have the book with me at all times, in case I have a case of the funnies and have no computer to blog it onto. I've decided to empty out my notebook from the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite book growing up was the "The Diary of Lisa Frank". It was really colorful and had a lot of killer whales on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In high school, I didn't want to study for my Chinese exam. So instead, I tried to build a tower to reach the heavens in hopes of becoming fluent in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think all foods can connect back to bacon. I call this the 7 degrees of separation with bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can prove that Calvin likes poop logically.&lt;br /&gt;Given. Calvin likes poop&lt;br /&gt;Q.E.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think I can beat Watson 1 on 1. He can't handle my crossover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4544059952737491646?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4544059952737491646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4544059952737491646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4544059952737491646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4544059952737491646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/clearing-out-notebook.html' title='Clearing out the notebook'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7245167615501811701</id><published>2011-03-08T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:13:08.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uproar</title><content type='html'>Will there be an uproar if we don't post today? Too bad we won't find out today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7245167615501811701?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7245167615501811701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7245167615501811701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7245167615501811701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7245167615501811701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/uproar.html' title='Uproar'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-9187466932490164122</id><published>2011-03-07T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:53:00.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following instructions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hemmy.net/images/interesting/babyinstructions21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.hemmy.net/images/interesting/babyinstructions21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hemmy.net/images/interesting/babyinstructions01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up, I was not very good at following instructions.  I felt like most did not apply to me.  For instance, I'd color outside of the lines and walk on forbidden grass all the time.  But growing older, I now see limits as a necessary reality of life. Needless to say I'm a changed man. I no longer color outside the lines, nor do I walk on forbidden grass (that often) anymore.  But those pale in comparison to my latest triumph in keeping guidelines.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, I went to a restaurant and when I finished my meal, I went to use their bathroom.   There I found a sign beside the toilet and found myself in a predicament.  When I saw it, I first thought, "I shouldn't follow this, it must be for someone else."  But desiring to end my bad habit and being committed to obeying the rules, I quickly found the motivation to push aside my initial gut feeling and I'm glad I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here is that picture:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt2rUDrJ17k/TXSDttT4gSI/AAAAAAAABTM/LXP2Cd0_wGI/s1600/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt2rUDrJ17k/TXSDttT4gSI/AAAAAAAABTM/LXP2Cd0_wGI/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581230659499229474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say I put something(s) in the toilet and I did as I was told. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-9187466932490164122?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/9187466932490164122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=9187466932490164122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9187466932490164122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/9187466932490164122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/following-instructions.html' title='Following instructions'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt2rUDrJ17k/TXSDttT4gSI/AAAAAAAABTM/LXP2Cd0_wGI/s72-c/IMG_1362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-4271899193474524247</id><published>2011-03-04T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:05:00.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Plagues and Ham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkYiutPUWyo/TXCCeQobjjI/AAAAAAAABSY/nAg21wnR-y0/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-04%2Bat%2B1.10.13%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkYiutPUWyo/TXCCeQobjjI/AAAAAAAABSY/nAg21wnR-y0/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-04%2Bat%2B1.10.13%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580103394684276274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We at FHS were looking at Exodus the other day and we've determined that the 10 plagues of the Bible probably wouldn't have affected us as much as it affected the Egyptians. Here's a breakdown of why it wouldn't be a problem for Calvin and I, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Death of the first born&lt;br /&gt;- Apologies to both of our older sisters, but this plague has no effect on us. Calvin and I also both don't have children...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Water to Blood&lt;br /&gt;- We would make millions donating all our water to Red Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Flies&lt;br /&gt;- We never shower, so we're already used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Frogs&lt;br /&gt;- There goes our fly problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gnats&lt;br /&gt;- Some translations have it as lice. I would love to have more &lt;a href="http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-say-no.html"&gt;li-ce&lt;/a&gt;, especially around Chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hail&lt;br /&gt;- We survived January 2011 in Boston, I think we will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Darkness&lt;br /&gt;- It'll be like watching the end of the Sopranos on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Locusts&lt;br /&gt;- We've both been in between a large group of children and a Costco-size box of Dunkaroos. We've lived to tell about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Boils&lt;br /&gt;- Boils are like really big pimples. Calvin and I probably won't be going to the Sadie Hawkins Dance anyway, even if we didn't have the boils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Death of live stock&lt;br /&gt;- No more beef... This can't be happening... BOCAAAAA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-4271899193474524247?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/4271899193474524247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=4271899193474524247' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4271899193474524247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/4271899193474524247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/green-plagues-and-ham.html' title='Green Plagues and Ham'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkYiutPUWyo/TXCCeQobjjI/AAAAAAAABSY/nAg21wnR-y0/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-04%2Bat%2B1.10.13%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-7008402420311843091</id><published>2011-03-03T08:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T08:40:00.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of life</title><content type='html'>For eons, man has been trying to answer the eternal question, "What is the meaning of life?"  We here at FHS have figured it out.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Webster's Dictionary, life is the condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms, being manifested by growth through metabolism, reproduction, and the power of adaptation to environment through changes originating internally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're welcome, universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-7008402420311843091?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/7008402420311843091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=7008402420311843091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7008402420311843091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/7008402420311843091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/meaning-of-life.html' title='The meaning of life'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01130852529162704899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014051178089030910.post-3389804583456859232</id><published>2011-03-02T09:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:49:00.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy belated biebs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eImpwivF5gU/TW32nVcEoOI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Z1Iy6fiiS6A/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-01%2Bat%2B11.40.17%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eImpwivF5gU/TW32nVcEoOI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Z1Iy6fiiS6A/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-01%2Bat%2B11.40.17%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579386669012132066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is where his hair was &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/justinbieber/status/39830629705064448"&gt;donated&lt;/a&gt; to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014051178089030910-3389804583456859232?l=for-humors-sake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/feeds/3389804583456859232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014051178089030910&amp;postID=3389804583456859232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3389804583456859232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014051178089030910/posts/default/3389804583456859232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-humors-sake.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-belated-biebs.html' title='happy belated biebs'/><author><name>c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eImpwivF5gU/TW32nVcEoOI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Z1Iy6fiiS6A/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-01%2Bat%2B11.40.17%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
