Anybody who was around the Muscleheaded Blog last year knows that we go kinda ape-shit with Christmas themed posts each year.
And, guess what.
Of course, it’s not just on the MH blog–
it’s EVERYWHERE you look.
….. if it’s inevitable,
you might as well sit back and enjoy it.
Or lie back.
Believe me, I find myself saying that a lot more than I would like.
Oh, and get yer money out,
cause it’s gonna be a long ‘shopping’ season.
I do feel yer pain, trust me.
And that’s not just because I administered it, either.
… you get this annual pain in the rear quarters that comes along around the holidays…..
It’s called the ‘Secret Santa’ gift exchange….
where you supposedly spend about 10-20 bucks for a present to one of your co-workers,
…. whom you normally wouldn’t bother to even spill coffee on.
I dunno what the big secret is supposed to be,
but I can tell you this—-
I hate those things.
It never fails….
I’ll spend the whole twenty bucks on somethin nice,
— and then, when it’s time to open MY present, it’s some worthless piece o crap they couldn’t possibly have spent more than 43 cents for.
Thanks so much for the thought and effort, anonymous gift giver.
I figure the back of a business card with FUCK YOU written in purple crayon would have done just as nicely.
If this just had happened once or twice….
…….. well then, I’m a good sport and all.
( No, I’m not…. )
Ummmm…. , I mean,
……. I can take a joke as well as the next guy.
( No, I can’t ….. )
Ok.. well, dammit, that’s not the point.
It happened every year, and I’m getting to feel like that guy in “Network” —
I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna get you cheap co-worker bastards nice presents any more.
I decided a couple years ago, that from then on, I was gonna find the most worthless, wretched, bizarre gifts I could come up with, and use them for that pain of a Secret Santa Exchange,
…………. until they called the whole damned thing off.
I been doing it religiously every year since then, but they haven’t called it off yet.
I’m not cheap about it.
I might even spend more than twenty, if the gift is really out there.
Cause it’s worth it.
Just order it, wrap it —
……… then sit back and surf the undulating waves of wonder and disappointment on the faces of your fellow workaday slaves.
If you wanna give it a try, well, feel free, my friend.
The world is yer oyster.
Be sure to practice your “Who would do such a thing” act ahead of time, though……
( just in case they suspect it wuz YOU. )
Lynch mobs can get ugly.
Yes, what new parent wouldn’t be thrilled to get one of these for their kid….
Comes in four fabulous fashion styles- Lil Kim, Bob Marley, Samuel L,
…….. and their most popular model — that guy.
No matter how ugly the baby,
………. these are guaranteed
to spruce up that little rugrat.
………… lemme get a picture.
Especially if you know somebody who hates that TV show ” Duck Dynasty ” —-
It’s the Beer Beard — secret beverage dispenser.
See, what you do, you just put this on, and people will never know you got 72 full ounces of beer stashed discreetly behind your realistic looking facial hair.
Haha…. wow… how subtle can you get, huh?
People are probably using this thing at work right now and you never even knew it!
It might explain a lot.
It comes with everything they need to start using it right away —
Except cheap beer, of course
…. and a comb to brush crumbs and bits of food out of it.
…… and special artificial beard deodorizer ….
…….. oh, and some insect spray…
they might need that after a coupla uses.
Then, just start talking crazy shit about ‘Nam
……….. and people’ll get to thinking yer name is Si.
And speaking of tight asses…..
( Yes, we were, we were talking about the people in your office, remember? )
…..if you work around a lot of vain men, why not give ’em a little help looking their best?
… and it’s to give that tight, firm and high look —-
…… to even the flabbiest of empennage des masculines.
You know —
a Butt Bra for the Boss.
This way, you don’t have to listen to all the excuses about:
– how he’s flabby because he’s too busy for the gym,
– how he eats Pizza all the time because he’s too busy to eat right,
– how his clothes don’t fit because he’s too busy to go shoppin….
– how he drinks too much beer because he was so busy that his wife ran off with a jazz musician…….
( actually I heard from Gabby, the office gossip, that it was an entire mariachi band. )
And speaking of Gabby….
What about that big busted office busy-body (conveniently and eponymously named Gabby) who thinks that you enjoy it whenever she leans low over your desk, while she pumps you in that squeaky cartoon voice for office secrets and gossip — (and eats all of the jellybeans out of your jar), when you’d just as soon she jumped out of the 42nd story lavatory window tied to a roll of extra absorbent toilet paper?
Yes, EVERY office has one of those, and we got that covered, too.
( over and over and over and over and over again… )
A very subtle way of suggesting that she keep her decolletage to her gabby self.
Ok, yes, personally, I think these should be outlawed….
… cause I don’t ever remember objecting to the display of decolletage of any sort, ( it’s more Gabby’s motives, and not her mammaries, that I object to… )
…… but hey, I know you’ve still got your mother’s picture on your desk, so feel free to go ahead and order ’em if you insist.
Oh, and pardon my French.
Get this for that guy in your office with the overly jealous wife—
Every minute of the day, 24 hours — a new picture of a Japanese cutie holding a sign with the correct time ( in Japan) will arrive on his IPad, IPhone or other high tech gizmo.
He’ll never wonder what time it is in Kyoto, again.
Of course, it’s $40……
so it’s perfect for gift-givers like me, who’d rather have a laugh,
……….. than money to buy luxuries like food and clothing.
It’s the Choken-Bako dog bank.
You put money in the dog’s bowl, and it picks it up and stores it in the bank. ( located in his belly )
What a useful and thoughtful gift.
Especially if the person don’t like dogs.
Just the right blend of kitchey gizzie and extravagant wasteful spending that shows why you should be the head of the accounting department.
I know you got one in your office– everybody has.
It’s the guy who can’t do anything, go anywhere, or even say a word, until he’s had his coffee fix.
At twenty bucks a pack, they’re rich alright …..
And they’re so light, you won’t even taste em.
Except maybe for that powdery residue you’ll get in your lungs and throat,
….. if you suck too hard trying to get some flavor out of these things.
But remember– the good thing about gifting these fine products, according to the rules of the Secret Santa gift exchange, ( in most parts of the civilized world, anyway ) is that you can’t receive your own present.
………. until next year
….. when the lucky recipient re-wraps it for Secret Santa 2018.
Well, just remember:
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life”
I’ve heard enough.
Who’s with me?
I’m for beating the hell
outta the next person who
uses that meaningless
“Take It To The Next Level”.
Just what fuckin’ level
even talking about?
why can’t you just say
“make it better” ?
It’s video game speak ,
—- it must be.
And how about this one:
” I’m a force to
be reckoned with ” .
and for what?
I reckon that’s just another
expression that people use
when they wanna sound
motivated and confident
when they actually are
the total opposite.
“Ok, it’s Go Time.”
Hey, I know what
Miller Time is, but
when somebody says
it’s ‘Go Time’ – I figure
they need the restroom —
it’s over there behind the
paper bearings and the
left handed smoke shifters.
Next time, take it easy with
the dried prune snacks.
A very nice lady came up
to me in the gym yesterday —
She smiled and said:
“Can I ask you a question? “
I smiled back, and said :
” Was that it ? ”
She frowned at me
and walked away.
I felt a bit bad,
but I still help but wonder,
if she wanted to ask more
than one question,
why didn’t she just say so?
Or better yet-
why count ’em at all?
Who am I, the
Count on Sesame Street?
” ONE – ONE –
ONE QUESTION WITH
SMART ASS ANSWER—
And everybody knows
that I like Cookie Monster
Tell ya what.
Gimme a cookie,
and you can
ask as many questions
as you want.
I’m a reasonable fella, after all.
How about the guys who say
something really vapid
and then end with :
“In My Humble Opinion” .
it’s your fucking opinion —
and we’ll skip the whole
issue of your doubtful humility
for the time being —
— just say what’s on your
very limited mind
and get out, man.
But the worst one —
oh, I probably shouldn’t even
get started on this one, but —
” It IS What It IS. ”
I once heard a guy with
a doctorate in philosophy say it.
It’s amazing what 300 bucks
and a stamp will get ya these days.
!!! HOY !!!
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