Posts Tagged humor


The Missus and Her Ducks

The  Missus was going to name her boy ducks Donald and Daffy, until I explained that high-priced Disney lawyers would cover her with so many writs she’d never be able to feed her ducks again. Hence she named them Dicky and Dashing Duck. Dicky’s wife’s is Dancy. This is because the Blog’s Missus likes alliteration, […]

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‘FIGHTBALL: DYING OF SUCK’ — All the Funny in the Universe Smashed into One HILARIOUS Book

(Editor’s Note:  Book giveaway completed!  Thanks to everyone!)     Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Writers are supposed to write 1,000 words a day. Rain or shine. Summer and winter. In sickness and in health. Or something like that. But this blog has been on something of a hiatas  hiatias hieties break of late, especially from funny. […]

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Thy Blog Be Done

  Many 12-step programs tell you to “Let Go and Let God”. But, as my big sister often reminds me, even when we do so, we frequently freak out and claw stuff right back. Case in point… I recently took a deep breath, said some prayers, and moved the HOGS Blog to a cheaper New Zealand […]

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The Eccentric Titirangi Chicken Woman

I love eccentric people, especially if they have chickens. And don’t live next door. Hence, I love going to the physiotherapist, to have my head rotated and get an update on the Titirangi Chicken Situation. (Yes, I shot that seven-second video last year!) It seems that the Council — after six months of meetings and […]

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Do You HEAR Me Dripping Adrenaline?

It’s late. I’m relaxing in the recliner. Reading. Sort of. Zzzzzzzz. Hearing aids are out. Because I do not want to be disturbed. Happy sigh. But then I hear something disturbing.

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Toad Strangler Water Biking

When I was a kid growing up on Nebraska Street, I want to tell you, when it rained, it poured. When the skies really opened up, I remember water gushing out of our house’s downspout so hard that it ripped up the Bermuda grass and turned the yard into a mud bog. That, or the […]

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The Morning After The Night Before

When I was young, the headline above referred to waking up with a monstrous hangover. Today, it refers to being back in the world after a weekend of immersion in a spiritual retreat called the Eucharistic Convention. I feel sort of like a sponge whose every pore had been filled with water, and then squeezed […]

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