Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey
If you're ever shipwrecked on a tropical island and
you don't know how to speak the natives' language, just
say "Poppy-oomy." I bet it means something.
I have to laugh when I think of the first cigar, because
it was probably just a bunch of rolled-up tobacco leaves.
When I die, I would like to go peacefully, in my sleep,
like my Grandfather did. Not screaming and yelling like
the passenger in his car.
Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to
the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk,
but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.
When I was in the 3rd grade, a bully in school started
beating me up every day. At first I didn't say anything,
but then I told dad. He got a real scared look on his
face and asked if the bully had a big dad. I said I
didn't know. But he still seemed scared. And just a few
days later we moved to a new town. Dad told me that if
anyone picked on me, not to fight back. Unless I knew the
kid didn't have a dad or the dad was real small.
Otherwise just curl up in a ball.
If you work on a lobster boat, sneaking up behind people
and pinching them is probably a joke that gets old real
fast.
If you go to a party, and you want to be the popular one
at the party, do this: Wait until no one is looking, then
kick a burning log out of the fireplace onto the carpet.
Then jump on top of it with your body and yell, "Log
o' fire! Log o' fire!" I've never done this, but I
think it'd work.
I think college administrators should encourage students
to urinate on walls and bushes, because then when
students from another college come sniffing around,
they'll know this is someone else's territory.
Marta says the interesting thing about fly-fishing is
that it's two lives connected by a thin strand. Come on,
Marta. Grow up.
Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a
way you've never known before. But the ride always ends,
and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It's not
love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail.
When this girl at the art museum asked me whom 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.
It's fascinating to think that all around us there's an
invisible world we can't even see. I'm speaking, of
course, of the World of the Invisible Scary Skeletons.
Sometimes life seems like a dream, especially when I look
down and see that I forgot to put on my pants.
Marta was watching the football game with me when she
said, "You know, most of these sports are based on
the idea of one group protecting its territory from
invasion by another group." "Yeah," I
said, trying not to laugh. Girls are funny.
It's amazing to me that one of the world's most feared
diseases would be carried by one of the world's smallest
animals: the real tiny dog.
I hate it when people say somebody has a "speech
impediment", even if he does, because it could hurt
his feelings. So instead, I call it a "speech
improvement", and I go up to the guy and say,
"Hey, Bob, I like your speech improvement." I
think this makes him feel better.
I think my new thing will be to try to be a real happy
guy. I'll just walk around being real happy until some
jerk says something stupid to me.
Instead of mousetraps, what about baby traps? Not to harm
the babies, but just to hold them down until they can be
removed?
Sometimes I think I would like to be named The Prince of
Weasels. As the Prince of Weasels, I could sneak up
behind people and bite them. Then they would turn around
and say, "what the...oh, it's just you the Prince of
Weasels."
If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava,
forget em', cause, man, they're gone.
If you lived in the Dark Ages, and you were a catapult
operator, I bet the most common question people would ask
is, "Can't you make it shoot any farther?" No.
I'm sorry. That's as far as it shoots
Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful,
beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful
sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak,
and also he's carrying a very beautiful painting with his
feet. And also, you're drunk.
To me, it's a good idea to always carry two sacks of
something when you walk around. That way, if anybody
says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?" you can
say, "Sorry, got these sacks."
The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth
part of the face.
Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap. The
flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the frog
because it only has little tiny plant teeth. But some
other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.
If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one
would you think liked dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy,
wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's Hambone.
Laurie got offended that I used the word
"puke." But to me, that's what her dinner
tasted like.
I wish a robot would get elected president. That way,
when he came to town, we could all take a shot at him and
not feel too bad.
If i was being executed by lethal injection, I'd clean up
my cell real neat. Then when they came to get me, I'd
say, "Injection? I thought you said
inspection." Then maybe they might end up feeling
real bad, and maybe i could get out of it.
If they ever come up with a swashbuckling School, I
think one of the courses should be Laughing, Then Jumping
Off Something.
When you're riding in a time machine way far into the
future, don't stick your elbow out the window, or it'll
turn into a fossil.
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man
to laugh at that man.
At first I thought, if I were Superman, a perfect
secret identity would be "Clark Kent, Dentist,"
because you could save money on tooth X-rays. But then I
thought, if a patient said, "How's my back
tooth?" and you just looked at it with your X-ray
vision and said, "Oh it's okay," then the
patient would probably say, "Aren't you going to
take an X-ray, stupid?" and you'd say, "Aw fuck
you, get outta here," and then he probably wouldn't
even pay his bill.
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I
was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but
instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse.
"Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned
down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep
down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to
drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting
pretty late.
A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of
dynamite. Then you call the guy and hold the burning fuse
up to the phone. "Hear that?" you say.
"That's dynamite, baby."
Why do people in ship mutinies always ask for
"better treatment"? I'd ask for a pinball
machine, because with all that rocking back and forth
you'd probably be able to get a lot of free games.
I'd like to be buried Indian-style, where they put you
up on a high rack, above the ground. That way, you could
get hit by meteorites and not even feel it.
If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of
carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering
iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something
like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering
iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else
started laughing, I could just say, "That's right,
it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of
justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and
ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron
of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free
drink.
I bet when the neanderthal kids would make a snowman,
someone would always end up saying, "Don't forget
the thick, heavy brows." Then they would all get
embarrassed because they remembered they had the big
hunky brows too, and they'd get mad and eat the snowman.
Fear can sometimes be a useful emotion. For instance,
let's say you're an astronaught on the moon and you fear
that your partner has been turned into Dracula. The next
time he goes out for the moon pieces, wham!, you just
slam the door behind him and blast off. He might call you
on the radio and say he's not Dracula, but you just say,
"Think again, bat man."
Too bad you can't buy a voodoo globe so that you could
make the earth spin real fast and freak everybody out.
The people in the village were real poor, so none of
the children had any toys. But this one little boy had
gotten an old enema bag and filled it with rocks, and he
would go around and whap the other children across the
face with it. Man, I think my heart almost broke. Later
the boy came up and offered to give me the toy. This was
too much! I reached out my hand, but then he ran away. I
chased him down and took the enema bag. He cried a
little, but that's the way of these people.
I wish I had a Kryptonite cross, because then you
could keep both Dracula AND Superman away.
I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to see
more and more planets fall under the ruthless domination
of our solar system.
Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine,
which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look
at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's
made up of two separate words - "mank" and
"ind". What do these words mean ? It's a
mystery, and that's why so is mankind.
I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they
chose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet
there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.
I guess we were all guilty, in a way. We all shot him,
we all skinned him, and we all got a complimentary bumper
sticker that said, "I helped skin Bob."
I bet the main reason the police keep people away from
a plane crash is they don't want anybody walking in and
lying down in the crash stuff, then, when somebody comes
up, act like they just woke up and go, "What was
THAT?!"
The face of a child can say it all, especially the
mouth part of the face.
Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap.
The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the
frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth. But
some other stuff could happen and it could be like
ambition.
I'd rather be rich than stupid.
If you were a poor Indian with no weapons, and a bunch
of conquistadors came up to you and asked where the gold
was, I don't think it would be a good idea to say,
"I swallowed it. So sue me."
If you define cowardice as running away at the first
sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for
mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a coward.
I bet one legend that keeps recurring throughout
history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye.
When you go in for a job interview, I think a good
thing to ask is if they ever press charges.
To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no
music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.
What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an
icy river to save a solid gold baby? Maybe we'll never
know.
We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But
we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and
this is what annoys me.
Probably the earliest flyswatters were nothing more
than some sort of striking surface attached to the end of
a long stick.
I think someone should have had the decency to tell me
the luncheon was free. To make someone run out with
potato salad in his hand, pretending he's throwing up, is
not what I call hospitality.
To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of
scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it
goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown
killed my dad.
As I bit into the nectarine, it had a crisp juiciness
about it that was very pleasurable - until I realized it
wasn't a nectarine at all, but A HUMAN HEAD!!
Most people don't realize that large pieces of coral,
which have been painted brown and attached to the skull
by common wood screws, can make a child look like a deer.
If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about
cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the
time, for no good reason.
Better not take a dog on the space shuttle, because if
he sticks his head out when you're coming home his face
might burn up.
You know what would make a good story? Something about
a clown who make people happy, but inside he's real sad.
Also, he has severe diarrhea.
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a
little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the
persons 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 stuck in the
side of it's head with a note that says "You."
After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
If you're a horse, and someone gets on you, and falls
off, and then gets right back on you, I think you should
buck him off right away.
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.
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.
I'd like to see a nude opera, because when they hit
those high notes, I bet you can really see it in those
genitals.
Anytime I see something screech across a room and
latch onto someones neck, and the guy screams and tries
to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that
thing.
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."
The memories of my family outings are still a source
of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car
- I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm
not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees
there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we
played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger,
older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff,
or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some
things never leave you.
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."
Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous
animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even
the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back,
just trampling and eating everything they see.
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!
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I
was going to take my little nephew to DisneyLand, but
instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse.
"Oh, no," I said, "DisneyLand burned
down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep
down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to
drive over to the real DisneyLand, but it was getting
pretty late.
If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which
one would you think liked dolphins the most? I'd say
Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's
Hambone.
Laurie got offended that I used the word
"puke." But to me, that's what her dinner
tasted like.
We used to laugh at Grandpa when he'd head off and go
fishing. But we wouldn't be laughing that evening when
he'd come back with some whore he picked up in town.
I wish a robot would get elected president. That way,
when he came to town, we could all take a shot at him and
not feel too bad.
As the evening sky 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.
If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first
date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to
kill you.
Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet
sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I
think, what is I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then it
wouldn't seem quite so funny.
If you go parachuting, and your parachute doesn't
open, and you friends are all watching you fall, I think
a funny gag would be to pretend you were swimming.
When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle
Caveman. After school we'd all go play in his cave, and
every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn't
until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a
bear.
Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer
right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way he
develops a good, lucky feeling.
The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.
When you die, if you get a choice between going to
regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might
be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmm, boy.
Whether they find a life there or not, I think Jupiter
should be called an enemy planet.
Instead of trying to build newer and bigger weapons of
destruction, we should be thinking about getting more use
out of the ones we already have.
I think a good gift for the President would be a
chocolate revolver. and since he is so busy, you'd
probably have to run up to him real quick and give it to
him.
Just because swans mate for life, I don't think its
that big a deal. First of all, if you're a swan, you're
probably not going to find a swan that looks much better
than the one you've got, so why not mate for life?
If you're robbing a bank and you're pants fall down, I
think it's okay to laugh and to let the hostages laugh
too, because, come on, life is funny.
If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid looking in a
mirror, because I bet that will really throw you into a
panic.
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead. No, wait,
not me, you.
I can't stand cheap people. It makes me real mad when
someone says something like, "Hey, when are you
going to pay me that $100 you owe me?" or "Do
you have that $50 you borrowed?" Man, quit being so
cheap!
I think the mistake a lot of us make is thinking the
state-appointed shrink is our friend.
I think one way the cops could make money would be to
hold a murder weapons sale. Many people could really use
used ice picks.
If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking
beer, I bet you could shoot beer out of you nose.
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.
Even though I was their captive, the Indians allowed
me quite a bit of freedom. I could walk freely, make my
own meals, and even hurl large rocks at their heads. It
was only later that I discovered that they were not
Indians at all but only dirty-clothes hampers.
I wish outer space guys would conquer the Earth and
make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of
those little beds with my name on it.
It's true that every time you hear a bell, an angel
gets its wings. But what they don't tell you is that
every time you hear a mouse trap snap, and Angel gets set
on fire.
If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade
at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe
it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while
they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.
I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.
The next time I have meat and mashed potatoes, I think
I'll put a very large blob of potatoes on my plate with
just a little piece of meat. And if someone asks me why I
didn't get more meat, I'll just say, "Oh, you mean
this?" and pull out a big piece of meat from inside
the blob of potatoes, where I've hidden it. Good magic
trick, huh?
Life, to me, is like a quiet forest pool, one that
needs a direct hit from a big rock half-buried in the
ground. You pull and you pull, but you can't get the rock
out of the ground. So you give it a good kick, but you
lose your balance and go skidding down the hill toward
the pool. Then out comes a big Hawaiian man who was
screwing his wife beside the pool because they thought it
was real pretty. He tells you to get out of there, but
you start faking it, like you're talking Hawaiian, and
then he gets mad and chases you...
Sometimes, when I drive across the desert in the
middle of the night, with no other cars around, I start
imagining: What if there were no civilization out there?
No cities, no factories, no people? And then I think: No
people or factories? Then who made this car? And this
highway? And I get so confused I have to stick my head
out the window into the driving rain---unless there's
lightning, because I could get struck on the head by a
bolt.
The whole town laughed at my great-grandfather, just
because he worked hard and saved his money. True, working
at the hardware store didn't pay much, but he felt it was
better than what everybody else did, which was go up to
the volcano and collect the gold nuggets it shot out
every day. It turned out he was right. After forty years,
the volcano petered out. Everybody left town, and the
hardware store went broke. Finally he decided to collect
gold nuggets too, but there weren't many left by then.
Plus, he broke his leg and the doctor's bills were real
high.
Too bad when I was a kid there wasn't a guy in our
class that everybody called the "Cricket Boy",
because I would have liked to stand up in class and tell
everybody, "You can make fun of the Cricket Boy if
you want to, but to me he's just like everybody
else." Then everybody would leave the Cricket Boy
alone, and I'd invite him over to spend the night at my
house, but after about five minutes of that loud chirping
I'd have to kick him out. Maybe later we could get up a
petition to get the Cricket Family run out of town. Bye,
Cricket Boy.
I think a good product would be "Baby Duck
Hat". It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top
of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you
find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them.
Then, all of a sudden, you stand up out of the water and
roar like Godzilla. Man, those ducks really take off!
Also, Baby Duck Hat is good for parties.
I wish I lived back in the old west days, because I'd
save up my money for about twenty years so I could buy a
solid-gold pick. Then I'd go out West and start digging
for gold. When someone came up and asked what I was
doing, I'd say, "Looking for gold, ya durn
fool." He'd say, "Your pick is gold," and
I'd say, "Well, that was easy." Good joke, huh.
A funny thing to do is, if you're out hiking and your
friend gets bitten by a poisonous snake, tell him you're
going to go for help, then go about ten feet and pretend
that *you* got bit by a snake. Then start an argument
with him about who's going to go get help. A lot of guys
will start crying. That's why it makes you feel good when
you tell them it was just a joke.
I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of
the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on
fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to
help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is
freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill
someone for money, or something like that. Another
emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double
what he paid for his stupid puppet.
Many people think that history is a dull subject.
Dull? Is it "dull" that Jesse James once got
bitten on the forehead by an ant, and at first it didn't
seem like anything, but then the bite got worse and
worse, so he went to a doctor in town, and the secretary
told him to wait, so he sat down and waited, and waited,
and waited, and waited, and then finally he got to see
the doctor, and the doctor put some salve on it? You call
that dull?
I scrambled to the top of the precipice where Nick was
waiting. "That was fun," I said. "You bet
it was," said Nick. "Let's climb higher."
"No," I said. "I think we should be
heading back now." "We have time," Nick
insisted. I said we didn't, and Nick said we did. We
argued back and forth like that for about 20 minutes,
then finally decided to head back. I didn't say it was an
interesting story.
If you're a Thanksgiving dinner, but you don't like
the stuffing or the cranberry sauce or anything else,
just pretend like you're eating it, but instead, put it
all in your lap and form it into a big mushy ball. Then,
later, when you're out back having cigars with the boys,
let out a big fake cough and throw the ball to the
ground. Then say, "Boy, these are good cigars!"
I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me
aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to
tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't
I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never
were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're
wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy
space helmet. You show up at practice and then either
steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or
you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It
was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought
something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He
sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can
mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don't think I'd
call it Trampo-Land, because you might think it was a
store for tramps, which is not the inpression we are
trying to convey with our store. On the other hand, we
would not prohibit tramps from browsing, or testing the
trampolines, unless a tramp's gyrations seemed to be
getting out of control.
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.
Once when I was in Hawaii, on the island of Kauai, I
met a mysterious old stranger. He said he was about to
die and wanted to tell someone about the treasure. I
said, "Okay, as long as it's not a long story. Some
of us have a plane to catch, you know." He stared
telling hes story, about the treasure and his life and
all, and I thought: "This story isn't too
long." But then, he kept going, and I started
thinking, "Uh-oh, this story is getting long."
But then the story was over, and I said to myself:
"You know, that story wasn't too long after
all." I forget what the story was about, but there
was a good movie on the plane. It was a little long,
though.
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.
I wouldn't be surprised if someday some fishermen
caught a big shark and cut it open, and there inside was
a whole person. Then they cut the person open, and in him
is a little baby shark. And in the baby shark there isn't
a person, because it would be too small. But there's a
little doll or something, like a Johnny Combat little toy
guy---something like that.
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