Humor from a 3 year old

There’s something rather captivating about jokes coming from a 3 year old. It probably has to do with the mixture of Norm MacDonald-esque anti-humor delivery followed by the self-gratifying laugh of Jimmy Falcon. In the end, you just can’t beat the material.

K: Knock knock.
Me: Who’s there?
K: Blueberry.
Me: Blueberry who?
K: Blueberry who wanted to hold celery’s hand!

Or her classic bit:

K: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Me: Why?
K: To get to Costco!

That’s gold! I crack up no matter how many times I hear it.


Where do I begin? There’s these Russian women showing gratuitous cleavage while farming, cleaning, working in a machine shop, etc. Interested yet? Yeah, not really. But then some black metal music kicks in and… well… some Stalin zombies attack them. Have I got your attention? What if I told you that only one man could save them – Mikhail Gorbachev clad in a loin cloth with a shield and battle axe… And then it starts to get weird.

Bet you want to watch now:

There is so much awesome going on in that video it hurts. Hollywood has failed to bring me anything that cool. It makes Shoot ‘Em Up look like a documentary on childcare. When will the full length feature be coming? Not too surprisingly this was discovered on a blog entitled Awesome Robot (via Culture Kills). Now that’s a blog I need to be following!

Well excuse me sexless man/woman

Another day, another forum post reminds me of a classic MST3K episode. Someone requested guidance now that his son was gearing up to learn an instrument. Aside from my limited experiences with the saxophone, the best I had to offer was to go straight to the source – Mr. B Natural:

Although a long sought after clip (especially in college when Internet video was not exactly as free-flowing as today) it’s not my favorite. That title belongs to the horribly dated “Are You Ready For Marriage?”:

Hopefully those 2 clips have given you a smile (along with a few guffaws) and taken you 30 minutes closer to the commute home.

Laughter: My only medicine

I just spent like an hour laughing my ass off. I’m talking deep guffaws. The kind that rock your belly and make you miss half of the dialogue going on. And the sad part? I was watching Two and a Half Men followed by The New Adventures of Old Christine. Seriously, just follow that up with According to Jim and my night would be complete.

I can laugh at just about anything. Even when I know it’s crap. The Woman has found me rolling on the ground while watching a movie and I’ll admit outright that it’s terrible. And like I said, these aren’t little chuckles, they’re full on cackles.

It’s not like doctor visits are common for me, so I’m relying on the old adage that laughter is the best medicine. That’s also why having a baby should be good for me. From what I’ve learned on America’s Funniest Home Videos, those little guys are sources of non-stop amusement.

Like a plastic bag when you ask for paper…

Jessica Hagy always does great work over at indexed, but every so often one is so sublime it paints a big grin on my face:

Target v Walmart

And don’t bother reading the comments. It’s a joke people, get over it. Now for those of you who can chuckle at that, check out the series of political cards she did over at McClatchy’s alt.campaign.