Funny Ha HaSeptember 10, 2006 10:12 am

I have waited a long time to bring this post out of the vault. The vault is where I keep “my lucky dimes” and with recently going over the 3000 views mark I feel OH&H is ready to read a post such as this. This is my one and only warning, what is to follow may disturb you and at the same time make you giggle. That combination of feelings may be too much for you to handle. So this is your disclaimer, beware. What I share from this point forward has been privileged information that has only been talked about in special closed circles. Today I share with all.

For over 10 years I have sporadically taken a survey on the habits of toilet paper procedure while taking care of business in the Loo. I believe the reason this topic of bathroom rituals is so intriguing is because we all know that everyone has to do it but until this point no one has openly talked about what happens behind closed doors. OH&H is about to tell all.

To talk about what brand of toilet paper people use is for another time and place so for the sake of discussion we are all using Charmin Ultra Soft Big Roll. Where things get interesting is not what people use to wipe with, but HOW they wipe. After years of late night discussions and intense interrogation I have concluded that there are 3 primary ways people swipe.

Bunch – also known as wading the toilet paper. This method is the fastest of the 3 methods and is used by those who want to have a quick “in and out” experience. It occurs by simply pulling an ample amount of squares off the roll and “bunching” them up with the tips of all 5 fingers. This has a loofah sponge effect and is only good for one swift swipe. Those who object to this school of thought often argue that this method is the riskiest because the fear of a finger poking through is much greater.

Fold – This method is the most well thought out and methodical of all 3 methods. It occurs when a desired number of squares are taken off the roll and are folded together. Usually corners are met and the process is repeated until the desired amount of surface area has been created. Those that use the Fold method are not in a hurry. They often enjoy their time in the little boys room as a time to think or read. A haven away from the distractions of the world if you will. Some experts say they are able to work with only 2 squares and still work their magic. Others are able to bring a large amount of squares together and make repeated swipes. One swipe, then a refold to cover up and recreate a clean surface area…then repeat.

Wrap – also known as the combo method for its precise combination of the Bunch and Fold methods. With Wrapping you can combine the quickness of bunching with the safety found in creating much needed surface area. This method occurs when toilet paper is pulled off the roll and wrapped around ones hand. Some quickly wrap as it is coming off the roll, and others wrap only after the desired amount of paper has been chosen. Once the wrap is complete there are 3 ways to swipe. (1) Some swipe with the paper wrapped around the hand and (2) others pull the paper off the hand and use the swipe method used above in the Folding method. (3) Rare but out there are those who first wrap, then pull off the hand, then bunch. Yes I know this is getting weird.

Now like most civilized homo sapiens you most likely have not had this conversation. How do I know this? Well, because right now those of you who Bunch are saying, “Fold? What the hell is folding?” And those that Fold are screaming, “Why in the world would you bunch?” And the Wrappers are in limbo confused about the insanity of it all. You see, I just opened your world. I just told you Pluto is not really a planet. I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and just told you Santa is not real. Be pissed if you want, but know I’m only sharing the truth. To answer everyone’s question: yes, different people wipe different ways. Some of you fall into the category of “I don’t even know what I am! I’ve been doing this for so long…and I don’t even know WHO I am.” As you get a box of Kleenex and soak up the tears I encourage you to discover yourself. It is freeing. Like throwing your towel in the corner of a hotel bathroom floor it gives a wonderfully care free feeling.

If I haven’t already blown you away then you may want to sit down for this next part. Girls bunch and boys fold. (silent sound of jaws dropping). A most peculiar thing happened as I asked people about the ever entertaining topic of Bunch, Fold, Wrap. The majority of girls bunch and the majority of boys fold. The world of wrappers are those confused individuals that couldn’t decide so it crossed both lines of gender. Do some girls fold? Of course. And do some boys bunch? Yes. The predictions on WHY this happens are sadly as long as the menu at the Cheesecake Factory. Some believe it has to do with time. Girls bunch because they hate the horror of potty time. That is why at this point there are only boys reading this post. Girls have to squat 100% of the time so they desire to hurry the process up. “I do this all the time, nothing special, I’m wanting this over as fast as possible.” Now boys on the other hand enjoy the experience. Boys will sit and actually finish an article before venturing to the swipe. Boys count squares. Yes, they actually will count them. And the most meticulous folders will even fold a set of squares only to set them aside to start folding a new set. A row of ammo is lined up as if the Charmin Ultra Soft was going into battle.

I have also heard the theory: the parent that potty trained you is the person you learned your fine tuned skills from. That’s why you have overlap. Boys bunching and girls folding. Life happens.

So there you have it. Bunch, Fold, Wrap. I give you this gift hoping you will use it wisely. I anticipate funny and long conversations to arise if you are so fortunate to gather a group of honest and willing adventurers that don’t mind a little bathroom humor. ☺

My name is SB, I am a Folder, and I use 5 squares.

Funny Ha HaJuly 12, 2006 11:08 am

Came across this clip of a baby girl not wanting to eat her green beans. I guess some are just not cut out for the organic life style. It’s just too funny to watch her get so dramatic about the torture she is being put through to eat her greens.

Check it out HERE.

SB

Funny Ha Ha, Whatevaz WhatevaJuly 6, 2006 8:50 pm

Not sure if this post is “Funny Ha Ha” or if its “Whatevaz Whateva” so for the first time OH&H is giving a post a double category. I honestly am not sure what to do with this story so pardon the confusion while I type.

On July 4 a mega-church, or I guess its a giga-church (toMAYtoe, toMAtoe) put up a 72 foot statue of Lady Liberty. It cost tithe payers…I mean rich Christians…um, what I’m trying to say is all the friendly giving folks at World Overcomers Outreach Ministries Church dropped a cool $260,000. It makes sense though if you think about it. This 12,000 member church in Memphis already has a bowling alley, bookstore, roller rink, school, and cafe. The next logical step in my eyes is “King Nebuchadnezzar made an image of gold, ninety feet high and nine feet…” wait, wrong story…the next step is Pastor Alton Williams leading his congregation to put this Jolly Green giant of a thing in front of their church. “This statue proves that Jesus Christ is Lord over America, he is Lord over Tennessee, he is Lord over Memphis,” says Willliams. I think it was at this moment the Angels in heaven cheered. With wings painted Red, White, and Blue the Angels above blared “God Bless the USA” By Lee Greenwood. I don’t know about you but heaven just got more appealing. (vomit sounds)

Some people in the community were outraged by this statue. But I say shame on you community. You should have seen it coming. It was not long ago this same church paid for full page ads in major Memphis newspapers condemning homosexuality. Nothing says love like “We hate gay people. ”

When asked why would you spend so much money on a statue when there are people in need, Pastor Williams replied , “We give millions to the poor.” Oh Pastor W, that’s what we sinners call justification. Besides, I think you had your Blackberry off when the poor around the world sent you an email. They’re tired of getting more money. They want you to know they give Lady “Love” 2 thumbs up and raise their dirty disease filled water glasses up high and toast to all the wonderful things she will bring to the community. Is it just me or is everyone just feeling so thankful God loves America more than any other country?

I’m sad to say this could be my last blog post ever. OH&H very well could be no more. Why you ask? Well, I also heard that in one of Pastor W’s books he states how Katrina was the result of sin and debauchery. If thats the case there is a very good chance an asteroid will be hitting my house tonight and I will die. If you never hear from me again please play “Friends Are Friends Forever” by Michael W. Smith at my funeral and please don’t forget to drape the American flag over my casket. Wait, I think I want to be cremated. Damnit, am I going to hell for that?

SB

Funny Ha HaJune 13, 2006 11:15 am

One of my closest friends in the entire world lives up in the Big Apple. And one of my greatest memories of my time with Mr. NYC is going to Oriental Express back in high school. Its a “Hole in the Wall” type place that is yummy to the tummy. My record was 4 times in 1 week and there were several occasions where I ate there for both lunch AND dinner. What can I say, I love Chinese food. And everyone who goes to enjoy Chinese food can’t help the fun that comes with opening up your fortune cookie. Well, the only thing that makes opening up your next winning lotto numbers more exciting is putting “In Bed” at the end of your fortune. Try it next time and there will be much good times to be had. I think I still hold the best fortune to date as it read: Behind an able man is another able man.

So the other night my friend the Dragon is going to suprise his girlfriend with the news he is moving to Dallas. What better way to tell your woman such fun news then to put it inside of a fortune cookie. Now don’t ask me how Dragon accomplished this feat, but it worked. So we set it up as the “In Bed” Fortune Cookie Game…and videoed it. We all thought it was funny and I wanted those that were there to be able to view the unedited master piece that I created. So what better way to do that then to post it on YouTube. What I didn’t think was going to happen was that the rest of the world would enjoy it as well. I posted the video just 4 days ago and it has gotten almost 150 views. So some body thinks its funny.

Enjoy the video HERE and remember the next time you read your fortune, add IN BED!

SB

Funny Ha HaJune 8, 2006 3:25 pm

This is for all you Napolean Dynamite fans.

I have mad props for all those who can spell. Probaly becuse I am the worse speler on the fase of the planit. This video is of the National Spelling Bee Championship. The competition is now nationally televised and gets tons of press. Well, this kid decides to drop a little Napolean quote on the judges and its pretty funny.

Enjoy HERE.

SB

Funny Ha HaJune 6, 2006 3:05 pm

I saw this VIDEO CLIP on Relevant’s website and it made me laugh. It also reminded me of the days where Keas and I would pull pranks on little kids at Children’s Retreats. We’d sneak into the bunks of 3rd and 4th graders who have never been away from mommy and would pull pranks that made us laugh until we got sharp pains in our sides.

The prank was simple. Sneak in at 3am (when everything is funny) and place a large amount of shaving cream into the palm of a sleeping kid. Then tickle their nose. Without fail they would go to scratch their nose and smear Gillette Foam all over their face. Queue laughter.

Probably even funnier then that is when we would pull this prank:

(Myself & Keas would bring a clueless kid to the back room and start with the same line)
SB & Keas: We know what you did so you might as well tell us.
Clueless 4th Grader: I don’t know what you are talking about.
S&K: Don’t lie to us. We know what happened. I can’t believe you would do such a thing.
C4G: I uh, don’t know…what you’re talking about.
(this is when I would walk away frustrated and Keas would take a deep sigh)
S&K: Look, if you’ll come clean with everything then we won’t send you home.
C4G: (tear rolling down cheek)
S&K: Tell us what you did with the squirrel and the underwear.
(not hearing we said something about a squirrel or tighty whiteys, C4G begins to confess all)
C4G: it wasn’t my idea! (sob) William said (sob) we’re just going to (sob) try and scare the girls. we didn’t mean to but then we found out that it wasn’t right and then Chris said it was ok but we had to get to the cafeteria but i promise I didn’t know we should have found it right when we did…..
S&K: (starting to laugh and not hearing a word of the mumbling nonsense) Well, you may go now. And sin no more.

The cruel things we do for a laugh…
SB

Funny Ha HaMay 19, 2006 8:13 am

Over 200,000 people attend the top 10 largest churches in America on Sunday.
The largest church in America spent over $70 Million to renovate a sports arena.
Growth in the American church is found in TRANSFER growth, not new believers.

A MegaChurch has more than 2,000 members. But a GigaChurch has more than 10,000. I just found this out! Does anyone think there is something wrong with what is happening? Does anyone feel like we took a wrong turn at Albuquerque?

So instead of talking about frustrations I thought I would just put in a VERY FUNNY VIDEO.

SB

Funny Ha HaMay 17, 2006 1:27 am

Do you remember Jr. High dances?  Girls hands on guys shoulders.  Elbows locked.  Guys hands on girls hips.  Elbows locked.  Now sway.  Left to right.  Now sway.  Left to right.  Only if you had the courage of a lion would you attempt the sway AND turn.  Clockwise of course.

Cotton candy sweet and low.
Let me see you tootsie roll! 
I don’t know what you been told
it ain’t the butterfly its the TOOTSIE roll!

Memories huh?  Oh the evolution of dance and how its changed.  Anyone ever get into a "Freak Train"?  Don’t worry, I didn’t know Jesus back then.  The "Kid N Play", doing the New Kids dance, or how about Krump Dancing.  I just don’t think I could make my body gyrate like that unless my nipples were connected to a car battery.  Its so wild to see what we do when the music starts to play.  What ever possessed the human race to accept the Macerena and why is it we get this goofy smile when Y.M.C.A. comes on?

Well, I saw this and it brought back too many memories and made me laugh so I must share.  Click HERE and enjoy a stroll down memory lane.

SB

Funny Ha HaApril 30, 2006 5:49 pm

I wish I could take credit for what I’m about to post but I can not.  This is truly one of the greatest posts I’ve ever read.  I’ve found that reading it out loud with a group who appreciates the laughters of life is the best way to experience this story.  I stumbled across this one day and I started to read this every day post about a girl going to work out with her husband.  About half way into the post I couldn’t stop laughing.  Take a seat, read out loud, and laugh:

"After our aerobic exercise we always stretch out on the mats and then do several sets of sit-ups on the crunch machine. During this specific workout Jon was standing about ten feet away lifting weights as I churned through my first set of 30 crunches. At about crunch 13 I was overcome with a sudden urge but didn’t think much of it because I was concentrating on making it to crunch 14. The crunch machine at our gym requires that you lie on your back with your feet in the air tucked behind a set of bars, and there I was on my back, my feet elevated so that they were parallel with my head, my butt perched at the end of the vinyl seat like a little prairie dog poking its head out of a burrow.

As my arms came up over my head to complete the 14th crunch the urge that I had tragically ignored gave way to The World’s Loudest Fart, an expulsion of air so quick and violent that it ricocheted off the vinyl seat and shook two 40 lb weights hanging behind Jon’s head. It was so loud that I could hear it over the music on my iPod playing in my ears. I’ll never forget the look on Jon’s face as his arms collapsed to his side, as his body almost crumbled beneath him from laughter. It was a strange set of emotions I then experienced because on the one hand I just wanted to stop existing. I couldn’t turn my head or move my body in any way because I might make eye contact with someone who had heard it and that would be more than I could possibly bear. I didn’t want to be confronted with the reality that someone other than an immediate family member, that a stranger had heard me fart. That’s a sacred song you don’t share with just anyone.

On the other hand I was delighted that I had made Jon laugh so hard, so hard in fact that he had to walk it off and muffle the noise because he was bringing even more attention to the fact that his wife just farted loudly in public. One of my greatest joys in life is witnessing something that makes Jon laugh. Things are funnier when he laughs maybe because I’ve shared certain experiences with him that inform his sense of humor, and I can see the angle at which something hits him. It reveals his soul in such a magical way. I imagined him standing there with two 15 lb weights in each of his hands, his arms straining to hold them straight out from his sides when his wife who is positioned so that her body is shaped like a rocket launcher rips a trombone fart so suddenly, so authoritatively — Behold, This is My Fart — that the immediate shock of it feels like a cannon ball has been shot into his chest.

That’s when the weights dropped, that’s when his legs went wobbly because every part of his brain was trying to process the impossible. And then he saw how paralyzed I was, that my body had stopped moving, that I had sealed my eyes shut in an attempt to will my body into dust. And he knew that no matter how hard I tried to withdraw from what had just happened, no matter the distance I tried to put between myself and that gash I had just torn in the fabric of our lives, that I would never be able to reverse the fact that he knew that he was married to a Public Farter."

All credit goes to dooce.com.  I don’t even know who this girl is but I thank her for this post.

SB

 

 

Funny Ha Ha 5:16 pm

Part 2 of 2:

So I’m coming off the Marconi Grill debacle and I’m looking to “totally redeem myself” with the perfect romantic comedy.  I would like to stop right here before we get going and remind my audience that my wonderful date is a small girl.  She MIGHT be 94 pounds dripping wet.  She’s wearing tight fitting designer jeans and a form fitting tee.  Why do I share this information you might ask?  Just wait, juuust you wait. 

So we stroll to the ticket counter and if memory serves me correct I think I attempted to hold her hand.  When we get to the ticket counter I ask for 2 tickets to The American President.  And just when I think things are on the up swing the lady says, “Sorry, sold out.”  I mean honestly can things get worse?  I’m quick on my toes this time and ask for 2 tickets to Pocahontas.  Pocahontas?  I can’t believe that just came out of my mouth.  If you think she looked at me weird when I ordered pasta with my cheese then she was REALLY looking at me weird now.  Why I didn’t say Crimson Tide or even Die Hard w/ A Vengeance is beyond me.  Both great movies in the theatre at that time.  But no, I choose a G rated movie about an Indian princess singing about Colors of the Wind.  Oh, I wanted to just die. 

“So we’re going to see Pocahontas huh?” Angela says with a curious smile.

I had to think quick.  What was I going to say?  Yes Angela, that’s exactly what we’re doing.  I thought a Disney classic would go great with our night of cheese and crayons.  No.  I can’t go down like this I thought to myself.  So I did what every legalistic naïve teenage Christian dares to do.  And with a cool smirk on my face I say, “Of course not, we’re sneaking IN to the American President.”

I thought I was the shit.  Well, back then I would have thought I was the stuff.  But regardless I strutted into that sold out theatre…only to have my hopes crushed.  (The kind of crushed when you are hoping for the cash at Christmas and you get a sweater from grandma instead.)  There was not a seat to be found.  The movie is about to begin and I’m scanning every row only to realize that the best option for us was on the front row, ALL the way to the right.  Picture if you will one of those gianormous stadium style theatres.  You know how they have those 5 rows up in the front that are on level ground?  Well, that’s where we are sitting.  So I’m in the seat to the far right and Angela is sitting next to me on my left on the front row. We are so close and so far right that in order to see the screen we have to sit with our knees to our left and then we have to lean back to look up at the 75 foot screen. 

As the lights dim down and the movie is about to begin I’m trying to calculate in my head when the perfect moment will be to attempt the “slide the hand to the knee and hope we hold hands” move.  Well, then it happenes.  Out of the corner of my left eye, I see Angela slowly slide her right hand down the front of her pants.  I was nervous, shocked, appalled, giddy, and confused all at the same time.  I had heard about things like this happening in the movie theatre but A. I thought that was only an urban legend and B. I screwed the cheese thing up so there is no way I’m going to handle THIS situation right.  What do I say?  What do I do? 

“Um, no thanks I’m good right now.”  Or maybe I should say, “Maybe later.”  I mean what was she thinking?  Maybe she had an itch or she was just adjusting.  Do girls even do THAT? 

Right then, she starts bringing her hand out from her groinal area and out comes a 1 pound bag of Twizzlers.  My date just gave birth to candy.  This girl has twizzlers in her crotch!  And she opens the bag of delicious red sweets, pulls out several sticks, looks at me and says, “Twizzler?” 

“Uh.  I, uh.  Um.  Suuure.”  My voice was shaking and meek.  I held 2 Twizzlers in my hand that I just got from my dates “carinal treasures” (think Tad Hamilton) and I didn’t know what to say.  I had many questions though.  How?  Why?  HOW!  Where in the world was she hiding an ENTIRE bag of Twizzlers?  She is tiny remember?  Tight jeans remember!  When did she put that bag down there?  Where was I when ALL of this was going on?  Who hides Twizzlers in their underoos!?!?!

I am sad to say that was our only date.  There was no kiss at the end because to be honest I was in a very fragile state of mind.  Too many things had happened in one evening for me.  But it was a night I will never forget.  So the next time you’re at the Macaroni Grill, or the lights start to dim at your next box office hit, just remember the Twizzler girl…and laugh.

Its all about the memories,
SB
 

Funny Ha Ha 5:14 pm

Part 1 of 2:

This is a story I’ve shared with many and have enjoyed the laughters of how far from smooth I was back in the day.  Good thing times have changed ☺  Everyone remembers what it was like to go on your first date.  Or the euphoria you felt on the best kiss ever.  I bet everyone even smiles a bit thinking of the bad dates.  As for me my worst date ever will go down in history as the day I vowed to never ever sneak into a sold out movie again.

I was the young age of 17 years old.  With only 12 months of driving under my belt, I had been on very few real dates.  Now I would like to pause early in this story to share with those that didn’t know me in high school that there was not an ounce of cool in me.  Yes I wore Abercrombie & Fitch and sprinkled on the Cool Water but I also played the tuba and drove a 1989 Ford Tempo GL…with chrome hub caps.  So when I asked Angela (made up name to protect the innocent) one of the hottest girls at L.V. Berkner High School out on a date, the dork in me was already prepared for rejection.  So you can imagine my surprise when she said she’d love to go out Friday night.  

Could this be happening?  I’m honestly going to be going out with a hot girl?  Angela was everything a guy like me desired.  Petite, long hair, and a body that would…(insert sound of car slamming on brakes)…so lets just say she was b-e-autiful.  ☺  I washed the Tempo (w/ automatic seat belts), took 2 showers, and gargled with Scope just in case (wink,wink).  I picked Angela up and presented her with a single rose.  I planned on doing everything right even though my nerves made me sweat like an elephant in heat.  By the time I opened the first door for Angela I think my back was already wet and my underwear was damp.  “Stay calm,” I told myself.  But how could I?  This was a night I was never suppose to forget.

Our first stop was Macaroni Grill.  I know, I’m a smooth operator aren’t I?  You can’t get better than great Italian food AND drawing on the table.  We ordered our food and I tried to make small talk.  I’m sure I mumbled and didn’t make sense because every time I looked across the table I was silenced by her smile.  To this day I swear that someone slipped a Roofy pill into my iced tea because  when the food arrived I stepped into another world for 5 min.  The waiter placed both of our plates in front of us and asks me if I’d like Parmesan cheese with my pasta.  I reply, “yes.” And that’s when the drug took over.  Because for some crazy reason I did not hear the waiter say, “Say when.”  So he just keeps piling on the cheese and turning that crank to create a mound of white stuff on my plate.  I felt like Will Ferrell in Old School when he gets hit with the tranquilizer dart.  Everything was in slow mode and nothing would come out.  I just stared at my plate and Angela is looking at me with confusion.  And the waiter runs out of cheese and says, “Hold on, I’ll go get more.”  At this point I realize what has happened.  I missed the: Say When.  He walks away and Angela says, “You know you’re suppose to say When???”  Flustered I pull myself together and calmly say, “I know.”  But now I’m out there…the guy is coming back and I’ve told Angela I’m a freak that loves cheese so I have to let him put more cheese on before I say those words.  He starts firing away and subtly I let out a quiet, “When.”  
The date would have been fine if that was the only whack thing that happened that night.  But it wasn’t.  There was still a movie left.  And what comes next will not only shock you but hopefully make you laugh.  

To be continued…