Posts Tagged Okie Boomer Humor


NHS Grandstand Boozers And Alvan’s Army

I was not much of a joiner at Norman High School. I played football, and that was about it. But I was a proud member of two organisations that will go down in infamy: the Grandstand Boozers and Alvan’s Army. Both involved massive amounts of basketball, testosterone and adult beverages. Not necessarily in that order.

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Mother Nature Always Wins, And Here’s the Itch

This blog has mentioned before that men are creatures of action. Sure, we spend 99% of the time in our recliners. But that other 1%? When we are in the yard and armed with cutting devices? We are  creatures of action. And once we get a head of steam? There is no stopping us. We will cut and […]

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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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Join the Army and See the World… or Buy a Cute Little Camper Van in New Zealand!

The Missus and I need a big house so we both can have our own space. And in the land of semi-retirement, you watch your money pretty closely. So, of course, we just bought a little camper van. In our defense, it’s not really a camper van. Certainly not like the big one that two families […]

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Murderous Two-a-Days

Other than war, there is nothing more traumatic, more hellish for a guy, than Two-A-Day football practices. Especially in Oklahoma’s brutal August heat, like when I played at Norman High School from 1971-1973. Back then as a tiny Tiger, my two-a-day breakfast consisted of a big glass of Gatorade, a piece of dry toast, and […]

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Deranged Old Man Eyebrows

  “You’ve been cutting your eyebrows again, haven’t you?” Says the Missus. In that tone that your Mother used to use. When you had been very bad. So I man up and give my answer. “No, I have not.” And I quickly walk away because, I may look stupid, but I’m really not. See, you […]

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