Occupations for Which the Slogan “In it to win it” is Inappropriate

File clerk

Proctologist

Loser

Ascetic

Suicide bomber

Docent

Farrier

Pope

Valet

Step-father

Anti-semite

Children’s librarian

Pensioner

Pervert

Hospice volunteer

Alcoholic

Leaf-peeper

School nurse

Sommelier


New Enthusiast Koans

Who is the Greek God of eating lunch?

What is the square root of having a terrific afternoon?

If I grow drunk on the nectar of what is and compose ecstatic verses (—only to find, when sober, that the verses are execrable!) would a reader in a similar state of ontological inebriation find textual pleasure?


Flavor Flav as Pedagogue

Flavor Flav understood what many teachers never do: a student’s chief concern is what time it is. Flavor’s answer: before your eyes.


Oligarch Treats

Deep-fried Unicorn Ova

Goldman Snacks

Chocolate-covered Leprechauns


Lines from Dr. Dre’s “Nuthin but a G Thang,” Revised

I continue to make my case: I am a fully-realized man!
I look good, if I might say so; I believe you might say so, too.
If female comrades demur, I’ll engage in civil discourse
And endeavor to disabuse them of misconception.


Last Words of a Bedridden Long Jumper

“Would I were not bedridden, and could leap into this great expanse!”


Four Ways to Hide a Receding Hairline

1. Utilize evasive head movements; if possible, hide entire head.

2. Employ an elaborate visual gag at waist height that accompanies you throughout your day.

3. Make athletic use of eyebrows and equine lip movements to keep attention faceward.

4. Approach everything and everyone from an elevation.


On The Only Thing More Ghastly Than an Aging Man in Spandex

The only thing more ghastly than an aging man in spandex is conversation with an aging man in spandex. If an aging man is willing to pull spandex on and show the world the teardrop contours of his sagging bottom, there is no bottom to his dullness and limitations in conversation.


Party Stopper

“We have reached that chapter of the dinner party where I toss propriety aside and share unsolicited personal information. This evening’s discourse contains terrifying dream narratives, generous helpings of bathroom humor, and thinly-veiled contempt for some at this table!”


American Exigencies, American Paradoxes (or: To Yell “Woo!” into Night Skies)

A young and, preferably, unemployed man must own a large truck without anything to haul in it, and the pipes to yell “Woo!” at elevated volume, at nothing at all. The truck, if it is to be used, is to be left growling in its baritone register in a parking lot, near a gas station at which gasoline runs four dollars a gallon.


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