All posts for the month August, 2003


Chris Cole sent this Christmas tale. The author is not known.

One beautiful December evening Huan Cho and his girlfriend Jung Lee were sitting by the side of the ocean. It was a romantic full moon, when Huan Cho said, “Hey baby, let’s play Weeweechu.”

“Oh, no, not now, let’s look at the moon,” said Jung Lee.

“Oh, c’mon baby, let’s you and I play Weeweechu. I love you and it’s the perfect time,” Huan Cho begged.

“But I rather … Read the rest...

What Really Started The War Between the Sexes

John Vinson (John the Wysard) on alt.callahans asks about this:

“You mean… the erotischism?” asks the Wysard.… Read the rest...

Irish Sighs

By Bob Levi.

Did you hear about Sean O’Riley walking through the woods when he came upon a leprechaun? The little fellow started taunting Sean and promised him a pot ‘o gold if Sean could make him fall down. So Sean pushed and shoved the little man for many hours. Finally he succeeded and got his reward.

Occasionally when Sean tells the story, someone will ask him why it took so long for him to push the leprechaun over. Sean’s … Read the rest...

The Zoo

From Lee Daniel Quinn, this tale was posted on the groaners listserv. The author is unknown.

One day in mid-February the keepers at the Bronx Zoo in New York City where all agog. A female camel named Matilda gave birth to her first offspring. It was a male, and when the keeper saw it, he immediately called in the chief zoologist, J. Bradford Symington. (He was dubbed “Brady” by his fellow workers who thought his name sounded too “stuffy.”)

He … Read the rest...

Under the Dentist’s Drill

By Alan B. Combs

Last week I had one of those bittersweet visits to the dentist — bitter because there is more than a little trauma and cost involved, and sweet because the need that drove me to the office in the first place would finally go away. As is their custom, the dentist and support person carried on a running patter for the purpose of entertainment and distraction for the patient.

Right before I could talk again, they got … Read the rest...

The Witch’s Curse

This tale was published on the shaggy dog listserv.

Once upon a time there was a Prince who, through no fault of his own, was cast under a spell by an evil witch. The curse was that the Prince could speak only one word each year. However, he could save up the words so that if he did not speak for a whole year, then the following year he was allowed to speak two words.

One day he met a … Read the rest...

The Will

This was published on the groaners listserv. The author is not known.

Bjorn Swensen opened his mailbox to find a letter from a law firm. Since the young man could not remember doing anything worthy of a lawsuit and as he was too desperately poor to be worth suing, he opened the envelope. Inside, he found notification that his Uncle Juan had died, and the will mentioned Bjorn.

The will stipulated that if Bjorn changed his name and became old … Read the rest...

The Talking Dog

This is a lovely old tale. Debby Neece sent me this version. Thanks.

A man sees a sign in front of a house: “Talking Dog for Sale.”  He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. He goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.

“You talk?” he asks.

“Yep,” the mutt replies.

“So, what’s your story?”

The mutt looks up and says, “Well, I discovered this gift pretty young … Read the rest...

Shaggy Sheep Tale

Mitch Friedman sent this highly credible tale sometime back. It does seem that those who know-it-all haven’t changed very much.

A few years ago, the Sierra Club and the USFS were presenting an alternative to Wyoming ranchers for controlling the coyote population. It seemed that,after years of the ranchers using the tried and true methods of shooting and/or trapping the predators, the tree-huggers had a “more humane” solution.

What they proposed was for the animals to be captured alive, the … Read the rest...


The Annual Bulwer-Lytton ( writing contest is based upon the much stolen beginning line by Snoopy, “It was a dark and stormy night…” The contest is run each year by the Department of English at San Jose State University. The award is given to the worst lead-in to a dreadful story. This is David M. Knipe’s entry.

Ram was what his buddies always called him, since he had an eye for the ladies far and wide, always finding the grass … Read the rest...