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And now, Deep Thoughts By Jack Handy
I get these e-mails every day...so I figured, why not share them with you, our faithful readers?!?  Enjoy :)
Do you know what happens when you sl ice a golf ball in half?  Someone gets mad at you.  I found this out the hard way.
You know what's probably a good thing to hang on your porch in the summertime, to keep mosquitoes away from you and your guests?  Just a big bag of blood.
Here's a good joke to do during an earthquake:  Straddle a big crack in the ground, and if it opens wider, go "Whoa! Whoa!" and flail your arms around, like you're going to fall in.
To me, there's no better symbol for the world than a grasshopper lying dead on a gravel road, and maybe there's a globe lying next to him.
When you go for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever press charges.
You can't tell me that cowboyx, when they're branding cattle, don't sort of "accidentally" brand each other every once in a while.  It's their way of letting off stress.
I wish scientists would come up with a way to make dogs a lot bigger, but with a smaller head.  That way, they'd still be good as watchdogs, but they wouldn't eat so much.
Many people never stop to realize that a tree is a living thing, not that different from a tall, leafy dog that has roots and is very quiet.
If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one wo uld you think liked dolphins the most?  I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you?  You'd be wrong though.  It's Hambone.
To us, it might look like just a rag.  But to the brave, embattled men of the fort, it was more than that.  It was a flag of surrender.  And after that, it was torn up and used for shoe-shine rags, so the men would look nice for the surrender.
If you ever go temporarily insane, don't shoot somebody, like a lot of people do.  Instead, try to get some weeding done, because you'd really be surprised.
Marta said I don't seem to like to read fiction very much.  "I guess you're not an `afictionado'," she said.  Poor Marta.  For all her reading, she doesn't even know the right word.
If you were a gladiator in olden days, I bet the inefficiency of how the gladiator fights were organized and scheduled would just drive you up a wall.
If you work on a lobster boat, sneaking up behind someone and pinching him is probably a joke that gets old real fast.
Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke."  But to me, that' s what her dinner tasted like.
The first thing was, I learned to forgive myself.  Then, I told myself, "Go ahead and do whatever you want, it's okay by me."It's too bad that whole families have to be torn apart by something as simple as wild dogs.
If I ever become a mummy, I'm going to have it so when somebody opens my lid, a boxing glove on a spring shoots out.
If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
One thing about my Aunt Nadie: She was gruff on the outside, but if you e ver needed something, like a spanking or a scolding, she'd give it to you.
I think the mistake a lot of us make is thinking the state-appointed psychiatrist is our "friend."
Instead of putting a quarter under a kid's pillow, how about a pinecone?  That way, he learns that "wishing" isn't going to save out national forests.
If you go parachuting, and your parachute doesn't open, and your friends are all watching you fall, I think a funny gag would be to pretend you were swimming.
It's interesting to think that my ancestors used to live in the trees, like apes, until finally they got the nerve to head out onto the plains, where some were probably hit by cars.
I remember one day I was at Grandpa's farm and I asked him about sex.  He sort of smiled and said, "Maybe instead of telling you what sex is, why don't we go out to the horse pasture and I'll show you."  So we did, and there on the ground were my parents having sex.
If you ever feel like you're on the verge of a nervous breakdown, just follow these simple rules: First, calm down; second, come over and wash my car; third, shine all my shoes.  There, isn't that better?
You know what would make a good story?  Something about a clown who makes people happy, but inside he's real sad.  Also, he has severe diarrhea.
Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
The sound of fresh rain run-off splashing from the roof reminded me of the sound of urine splashing into a filthy Texaco latrine.It's probably not a good idea to be chewing on a toothpick if you're talking to the president, because what if he tells a funny joke and you laugh so hard you spit the toothpick out and it hits him in the face or something.
Too bad there's not such a thing as a GOLDEN skunk, because you'd probably be PROUD to be sprayed by one.
The old-timers around here still shake their heads and chuckle about that city slicker who came through, trying to peddle "hair restorer."  He took everyone's money in a poker game, so when he tried to sell the bottles of hair restorer, nobody had any money left to buy it!
You know what would be the most terrifying thing that could ever happen to a flea?  Getting caught inside a watch somehow.  You don't even care, do you.
Some folks say it was a miracle.  Saint Francis suddenly appeared and knocked the next pitch clean over the fence.  But I think it was just a lucky swing.
When this girl at the museum asked me who I liked better, Monet or Manet, I said, "I like mayonnaise."  She just stared at me, so I said it again, louder. Then she left.  I guess she went to try to find some mayonnaise for me.
I bet if you were a mummy wrapper in ancient Egypt, on thing you would constantly find yourself telling people would be, "Be sure, before I start, you have all the jewelry and so forth on the body, because I am NOT unwrapping him later."
The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.Why do the caterpillar and the ant have to be enemies?  One eats leaves, and the other eats caterpillars.  Oh, I see now.
Just as bees will swarm about to protect their nest, so will I "swarm about" to protect my nest of chocolate eggs.
If you see an animal and you can't tell if it's a skunk or a cat, here's a good saying to help: "Black-and-white, stinks all right.  Tabby-colored, likes a fella."
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying."  And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
If any man says he hates war more than I do, he better have a knife, that's all I have to say.
If you go through a lot of hammers each month, I don't think it necessarily means you're a hard worker.  It may just mean that you have a lot to learn about proper hammer maintenance.
I bet one legend that keeps recurring throughout history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye.
If someone told me it wasn't "fashionable" to talk about freedom, I think I'd just have to look him square in the eye and say, "Okay, YOU TELL ME what's `fashionable'."  But he won't.  And you know why?  Because you can't ask someone what's fashionable in a smart-alecky way like that.  You have to be friendly and say, "By the way, what's fashionable?"
Here's a good gag if you go swimming in a swamp and when you com out you're all covered with leeches.  Just say, "Hey, has anybody seen my raisins?"  (Because leeches kind of look like big raisins.)
To me, truth is not some vague, foggy notion.   Truth is real.  And, at the same time, unreal.  Fiction and fact and everything in between, plus some things I can't remember, all rolled into one big "thing."  This is truth, to me.
A good way to keep a mob of peasants from killing your monster is when they break into your castle, make them be real quiet, then open a door and there's the monster, sound asleep.
Isn't it funny how we'll look out the window at the moon, and then we notice it's not the moon but a streetlight?  Also what's funny is how we do this every night.
Too bad you can't just grab a tree by the very tip-top and bend it clear over the ground and then let her fly, because I bet you'd be amazed at all the stuff that comes flying out.
It seemed to me that, somehow, the blue jay was trying to communicate with me. I would see him fly into the house across the way, pick up the telephone, and dial.  My  phone would ring, and it would be him, but it was just this squawking and cheeping.  "What?! What?!" I would yell back, but he never did speak English.
There should be a detective show called "Johnny Monkey," because every week you could have a guy say "I ain't gonna get caught by no MONKEY," but then he would, and I don't think I'd ever get tired of that.
Consider the daffodil.  And while you're doing that, I'll be over here, looking through your stuff.
If you're a circus clown, and you have a dog that you use in your act, I don't think it's a good idea to also dress the dog up like a clown, because people see that and they think, "Forgive me, but that's just too much."
Today I accidentally stepped on a snail on the sidewalk in front of our house. And I thought, I too am like that snail.  I build a defensive wall around myself, a "shell" if you will.  But my shell isn't made out of a hard, protective substance.  Mine is made out of tinfoil and paper bags.
My new millionaire idea is one regular shoe and one "swollen" shoe, for when you get bit by a rattlesnake.
I think somebody should come up with a way to breed a very large shrimp.  That way, you could ride him, then after you camped at night, you could eat him. How about it, science?
I wish everybody would have to have an electric thing implanted in our heads that gave us a shoc k whenever we did something to disobey the president.  Then somehow I get myself elected president.
Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh.  But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me.  Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny.
I remember when I was in the army, we had the toughest drill sergeant in the world.  He'd get right up next to your face and yell, and if you didn't have the right answers, mister, you'd be peeling potatoes or chainging the latrine. Hey, wait.  I wasn't in the army.  Then who WAS that guy?!
I bet the sparrow looks at the parrot and thinks, yes, you can talk, but LISTEN TO YOURSELF!
If you're ever selling your house, and some people come by, and a big rat comes out and he's dragging the rattrap because it didn't quite kill him, just tell the people he's your pet and that's a tr ick you taught him.
I think there probably should be a rule that if you're talking about how many loaves of bread a bullet will go through, it's understood that you mean lengthwise loaves.  Otherwise, it makes no sense.
I bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the cave men, "If I have come to destroy you, may the sun be blotted out from the sky."  Just then the eclipse would start, and they'd probably try to kill you or something, but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon and all, and everyone would get a good laugh.
He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her.  But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them.  At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be waiting  for you in heaven---with a gun."
If there's ever an amusement park called Bag World, I bet it would really start to annoy you after a while how they really sort of stretch the definition of "bag."
Instead of trying to build newer and bigger weapons of destruction, mankind should be thinking about getting more use out of the weapons we already have.
I don't think I'm ever more "aware" than I am right after I hit my thumb with a hammer.
If you ever teach a yodeling class, probably the hardest thing is to keep the students from just trying to yodel right off.  You see, we BUILD to that.
Sometimes when I feel l ike killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down.  I'll go over to the person's house and ring the doorbell.  When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o'-lantern with a knife in the side of its head with a note that says "You."  After that, I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
Happiness is not a circus clown rolling around in a big tractor tire so that his arms and legs form "spokes."  Happiness is when he stops.
If you're traveling in a time machine, and you're eating corn on the cob, I don't think it's going to affect things one way or the other.  But here's the point I'm trying to make: Corn on the cob is good, isn't it.
I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his.  Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles!  Tadpoles is a winner!"  We all thought he was crazy.  But then, we had some growing up to do.
In weightlifting, I don't think sudden, uncontrolled urination should automatically disqualify you.
I bet a funny thing about driving a car off a cliff is, while you're in midair, you still hit those brakes!  Hey, better try the emergency brake!
If I was a father in a waiting room, and the nurse came out and said, "Congratulations, it's a girl," I think a good gag would be to get real mad and yell, "A girl!?  You must have me mixed up  with THAT dork!" and point to another father.
When you die, if you go somewhere where they ask you a bunch of questions about your life and what you learned and all, I think a good way to get out of it is just to say, "No speaka English."
I wish I could shrink down to the size of an ant.  And maybe there would be thousands of other people shrunken down to ant-size, and we would get together and dig tunnels down into the ground and live there.  But don't ever call us "ants," because we hate that.
The first thing was, I learned to forgive myself.  Then, I told myself, "Go ahead and do whatever you want, it's okay by me."
I hope they never find out that lightning has a lot of vitamins in it, because do you hide from it or not?
I think when you go on trial they should have a parrot there that says guilty or not guilty for you, as a sort of courtesy.
Even though I was their captive, the Indians allowed me quite a bit of freedom. I could walk about freely, make my own meals, and even hurl large rocks at their heads.  It was only later that I discovered t hey were not Indians at all, but dirty clothes hampers.
If you had a school for professional fireworks people, I don't think you could cover fuses in just one class.  It's just too rich a subject.
Basically, there are three ways the skunk and I are a lot alike.  The first is, we both like to spread our "stink" around.  The second is we both get hit by cars a lot.  The third is stripes.
Here's a good tip for when you go to the beach: A sand dollar may look l ike a nice cracker that someone left, but trust me, they don't taste like it.
I think a good scene in a movie would be where one scientist tells another scientist, "You know what will save the world?  You're holding it in your hand."  And the other scientist looks, and in his hand are peanuts.  Then when he looks up, the first scientist is being taken away to the insane asylum.
As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch For Rocks."  Marta said it should read "Watch For PRETTY Rocks."  I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke---just to get out of writing a simple letter!  And I thought I was lazy!
If there was a big gardening convention, and you got up and gave a speech in favor of fast-motion gardening, I bet you would get booed right off the stage. They're just not ready.
Marta s ays the interesting thing about fly-fishing is that it's two lives connected by a thin strand.  Come on, Marta.  Grow up.
Probably the earliest flyswatters were nothing more than some sort of striking surface attached to the end of a long stick.
As the evening sun faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.
What is it about a beautiful sunny afternoon, with the birds singing and the wind rustling through the leaves, that makes you want to get drunk?  And after you're real drunk, maybe go down to the public park and stagger around and ask people for money, and then lie down and go to sleep.
If I ever get real rich, I hoe I'm not real mean to poor people, like I am now.
Whenever you read a good book, it's like the author is right there, in the room, talking to you, which is why I don't like to read good books.
I believe in making the world safe for our children, but not our children's children, because I don't think children should be having sex.
I hope some animal never bores a hole in my head and lays its eggs in my brain, because later you might think you're having a good idea but it's just eggs hatching..
You know one thing that will really make a woman mad?  Just run up and kick her in the butt.  (P.S. This also works with men.)
If you go flying back through time, and you see somebody else flying forward into the future, it's probably best to avoid eye contact.
I remember how my Great Uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long.  Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had.  It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it.  And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint.
You know some thing that would really make me applaud?  A guy gets stuck in quicksand, then sinks, then suddenly comes shooting out, riding on water skis! How do they do that?!
Instead of a trap door, what about a trap window?  The guy looks out it, and if he leans too far, he falls out.  Wait.  I guess that's like a regular window.