Humor Articles

I have been recently described as a person who has a distorted sense of reality. It’s not that I disagree with the notion; it is the fact that a label like that suggests an unstable individual. The fact is that I do not live in everyone’s reality, but my reality is eighty percent mine.

The biggest problem with being self-employed is keeping up with your own insurance. Taxes are no big deal; you can hire an accountant to that in a heartbeat. If you’re lucky enough to find a reliable mechanic, your auto woes can be handled with minimal effort, as well.

You know that little "Do not disturb" sign that hangs on the doorknob of your hotel room? Sometimes it is a large, plastic sign that hangs directly from the knob while, other times, it is a little shard that is inserted directly into the card-keyhole.

I see movies all the time. When I'm on the road, it's not unusual for me to catch as many as three in one day, if I have the time off or plenty of down-time before a show at night. I've never been into sports, but I'll sit in an awful theatre mid-afternoon in Tulsa, Oklahoma, if there's a great popcorn film to be had.

Some of the best audiences a comedian could ever ask for are in the midwestern United States. Unlike many of the "City Audiences" who look upon stand-up comedy with a take-it-or-leave-it attitude, the crowds in the midwest always seem genuinely excited to be at the show.

Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country. No, this is not a call to arms, nor my attempt at a political column. The opening sentence is a typing exercise I learned when I was a kid.

The thought of him still sends tingles down my spine. The demon entered my world in the latter stages of October. It was just about this time that the weather started to turn cold and windy. Was it a coincidence that this demon made up of harsh chemical compounds came to my home and threatened the life of myself and my two pets? The story begins with me realizing that I overslept for the second time in two days.

by Walter Brasch "Vote for Marshbaum! Get your vote recorded early!" On Main Street, shouting and scaring away dogs, Marshbaum was campaigning furiously, stopping almost every carbon form within 30 feet of him.

Bored and somewhat in denial of the long lists of tasks that I had to accomplish yesterday, I slipped into my age-old habit of seeing what was out there on cyberspace. Interestingly enough, I came across this

This morning, I heard on the radio about a local man killed by a cow. I live in a rural area, and there's not much of anything here except cows. You don't get the opportunity to hear this kind of news in the big city.