Tag: humor

Another installment from my dad’s humor cards.

The backstory: My dad was a Presbyterian pastor for 40 years. He kept a well curated stack of humor cards – little stories or observations that he typed onto 5×7 cards. Then he wrote in the margins when he used that particular item. His humor was often an easy way to settle in to something deeper – by laughing and thinking about the buried truth in these little nuggets, it paved the way to an open heart.

When we cleaned out his desk after he died 7 years ago, I was lucky enough to stumble on this stack. I pull it out regularly to have a little laugh with my dear Dad. Now when I post one of them, I write my note next to his and it feels like a continuation.

God in Advertising

A Ft. Lauderdale advertising agency launched a billboard campaign (including the inside and outside of buses) that included these messages from God:

1. Let’s Meet at My House Sunday before the Game – God
2. What part of “Thou Shalt Not…” Didn’t You Understand? – God
3. We Need to Talk – God
4. Will the Road You’re on Get You to My Place? – God
5. That “Love Thy Neighbor” Thing, I Meant It – God
6. Follow Me – God
7. Tell the Kids I Love Them – God
8. My Way is the Highway – God
9. Need Directions? – God
10. You Think It’s Hot Here? – God
11. C’mon Over and Bring the Kids – God
12. Have You Read My #1 Best Seller? There Will be a Test – God

Another installment from my dad’s humor cards.

The backstory: My dad was a Presbyterian pastor for 40 years. He kept a well curated stack of humor cards – little stories or observations that he typed onto 5×7 cards. Then he wrote in the margins when he used that particular item. His humor was often an easy way to settle in to something deeper – by laughing and thinking about the buried truth in these little nuggets, it paved the way to an open heart.

When we cleaned out his desk after he died 7 years ago, I was lucky enough to stumble on this stack. I pull it out regularly to have a little laugh with my dear Dad. Now when I post one of them, I write my note next to his and it feels like a continuation.

Thoughts for Pondering

There is always death and taxes; however, death doesn’t get worse every year.

Anything free is worth what you pay for it.

It hurts to be on the cutting edge.

I don’t get even, I get odder.

I always wanted to be a procrastinator, never got around to it.

I plan on living forever. So far, so good.

A day without sunshine is like night.

I am not a perfectionist. My parents were though.

It’s frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the question.

Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.

And my own addition to my dad’s list of things to ponder:

When everyone moves to Bitcoin, what will we throw in wishing wells?

Another installment from my dad’s humor cards.

The backstory: My dad was a Presbyterian pastor for 40 years. He kept a well curated stack of humor cards – little stories or observations that he typed onto 5×7 cards. Then he wrote in the margins when he used that particular item. His humor was often an easy way to settle in to something deeper – by laughing and thinking about the buried truth in these little nuggets, it paved the way to an open heart.

When we cleaned out his desk after he died 7 years ago, I was lucky enough to stumble on this stack. I pull it out regularly to have a little laugh with my dear Dad. Now when I post one of them, I write my note next to his and it feels like a continuation.

Never ask a question if you aren’t prepared for the answer

In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, “Mrs. Jones, do you know me?” She responded, “Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I’ve known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you’ve been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their back. You think you’re a big shot when you haven’t the brains to realize you’ll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.”

The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, “Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?”

She again replied, “Why yes, I do. I’ve known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He’s lazy, bigoted and he has a drinking problem. He can’t build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.”

The defense attorney nearly died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said, “If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I’ll send you both to the electric chair.”