PROBABLY NOT THE BEST WAY TO DELIVER VEGETABLES
In a box labeled "Bomb!" with a drawing of a bomb.
(Thanks to Chuck Cody)
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In a box labeled "Bomb!" with a drawing of a bomb.
(Thanks to Chuck Cody)
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just when you think you've heard about the stupidest person in the world... this shows up. duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
Posted by: queensbee | March 17, 2010 at 09:38 AM
I dunno. If I saw a box labelled "BOMB" and a drawing of a bomb, the last thing I'd expect would be to find a bomb inside.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | March 17, 2010 at 09:47 AM
Did it also say ACME?
Posted by: Layzeeboy | March 17, 2010 at 09:56 AM
The perfect way to deliver brussels sprouts.
Posted by: bonmot | March 17, 2010 at 10:02 AM
Did the box contain a can of beans?
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | March 17, 2010 at 10:05 AM
BRILLIANT!
Posted by: Siouxie McQsie | March 17, 2010 at 10:05 AM
"What kind of bomb was it?"
"The unamusing kind."
Posted by: Meanie the Green | March 17, 2010 at 10:09 AM
A beumb???
Posted by: Siouxie McQsie | March 17, 2010 at 10:23 AM
People have no sense of humor anymore.
*removes radiological hazard stickers from donut box in breakroom*
Posted by: Hammond (Gimme a Guinness) O'Rye | March 17, 2010 at 10:24 AM
*Waves @ Siouxie Clouseau!!!*
Posted by: Hammond (Gimme a Guinness) O'Rye | March 17, 2010 at 10:31 AM
*WAVES @ Hammie!!!*
For you!
Posted by: Siouxie McQsie | March 17, 2010 at 10:45 AM
OT
For fellow "Castle" fans...
/OT
Posted by: Steve Haller | March 17, 2010 at 11:03 AM
I guess you can't be too careful these days but really.... What was this woman thinking? It's a good thing she didn't write 'Boom' on the box.
Posted by: o'nurse o'cindy | March 17, 2010 at 11:24 AM
The bomb squad in Canon City, CO, blew up a box of leaflets from a marijuana dispensary after the neighboring bank called it in as a suspicious package.
I'm sure that there are some disappointed hippies today.
Posted by: Will (the other one) | March 17, 2010 at 11:50 AM
I documented the demolition of 5 gallons of Soy sauce by EOD after we received a suspicious pkg in our Supply receiving department. It was beautiful.
Posted by: Hammond (Gimme a Guinness) O'Rye | March 17, 2010 at 11:59 AM
*removes radiological hazard stickers from THE BOTTOM OF THE donut box in breakroom*
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | March 17, 2010 at 12:00 PM
Expect a lot of "booms!" in Cannon City.
Posted by: bonmot | March 17, 2010 at 12:01 PM
Meanwhile, Talbott and her husband had finished dinner and were driving back down Plumas when they saw the police cars.
"I said, 'Oh no ... you don't suppose ...?'" said Talbott.
Yes, I do... o_O
She got up her nerve and apologized to residents who were still waiting in a courtyard.
"They were grumpy and wanting to go back in," Talbott said.
The residents asked not to be identified. When they learned about the misunderstanding, they interpreted it as a joke.
"For crying out loud," said one. "It's not funny," said another.
We missed Walker, Texas Ranger, dad gummit!
Posted by: Spiny O'Norman | March 17, 2010 at 12:06 PM
Did it have a Mets logo on it?
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | March 17, 2010 at 12:13 PM
As a child growing up I considered vegetables to be hazardous materials and would have called for a HAZ MAT team if I had known the number.....
Posted by: Amber | March 17, 2010 at 01:13 PM
and if she saw a CTU agent at an airport ,she'd say 'Hi, Jack!'
Posted by: ins'o' mniac | March 17, 2010 at 01:16 PM
When the hell did "bomb stuff" become a euphemism for good vegetables?
Posted by: Braniff | March 17, 2010 at 01:27 PM
If she had caused any delay in bingo or, God forbid, cancellation of bingo, the residents would have killed her. I've been run over by wheelchairs by some of them going to bingo. They wanted to get the good cards.
Posted by: o'nurse o'cindy | March 17, 2010 at 01:46 PM
Patty was sitting at the bar, pouring down the Jameson's and Guiness, sobbing uncontollably. After a few hours of this, Mike the bartender approached him and asked,
"Patty, what's ailin' ya? Sure, ya been sittin' here all afternoon drinkin' and wailin' like a wee baby."
"Oh, Mike, you'll never believe it but me poor sainted mother back in the Old Sod died this marnin'. It's just about the worst ting the Lard ever done to me. I'll never get over it."
Mike decided to leave him to his misery and served him up another Guiness and a whack of the hose, allowing the poor bugger to get as knockerd as he liked. A few minutes later the phone rang and it was for Patty. After he hung up, he wailed and wailed louder than before.
Mike asked him, "Jayzus, Patty, what's wrong now?"
"Oh, Mike, just when I tought dat tings couldn't get any worse, that was me brother that called. His mother died this marnin' too."
Posted by: O'Layzeeboy | March 17, 2010 at 01:56 PM
*SMACKS* O'Layzee with a sheleighly for breaking the blog!
Posted by: Siouxie McQsie | March 17, 2010 at 02:10 PM
Tsk, tsk...
Posted by: Spiny O'Norman | March 17, 2010 at 02:19 PM
Woops...a thousand pardons.
Posted by: O'Layzeeboy | March 17, 2010 at 02:26 PM
It would have been worse if the package would have been identified as VHS tapes of Ishtar.
At least I hope Ishtar hasn't come out on DVD.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | March 17, 2010 at 02:26 PM
Good one O'Layzeeboy. Judi will fix the blog I'm sure.
Posted by: o'nurse o'cindy | March 17, 2010 at 02:27 PM
Great. Now all the terrorists will leave boxes of bombs labeled " vegetables " lying about and no one will pay any attention.
Posted by: Clankazoid | March 17, 2010 at 02:30 PM
Good one, O'Layzeeboy!
Posted by: McBonmot | March 17, 2010 at 02:47 PM
Hazardous vegetables are nothing new.
Posted by: Guin O'Vere | March 17, 2010 at 02:50 PM
Sister Mary Catherine walks into Mick McCarthy's liquor store and asks him for a fifth of Jameson's Irish Whiskey.
"Now, Sister Mary Catherine, ya know I cain't be sellin' ya none of the whiskey now. What would the Mother Superior say?"
"It's for the Mother Superior, Mick. It'll help her with her constipation."
"Well why didn't ya say so! Here. You give this Jameson's ta the Mother Superior with my compliments."
A few hours later, Mick closes up shop and is walking home, and there's Sister Mary Catherine, drunk as a lord, sitting on the curb, singing Irish ballads.
"Aw, Sister Mary Catherine. Ya tole me the whiskey was for the Mother Superior's constipation."
"And so it tis, Mick. So it tis. When the Mother Superior sees me, she's gonna sh*t!"
Posted by: McBonmot | March 17, 2010 at 03:00 PM
One night in the pub, Patrick O'Malley hoisted his beer and said: "Here's to spending the rest of me life right in between the legs of me wife!" - and he took home the top prize for the best toast of the night.
In bed later that night, he told his wife: "Mary, you'd be proud of me. I won the prize for the best toast of the night."
She said, "Aye, Paddy, what was your toast?"
So he told her: "Here's to spending the rest of me life sitting in church beside me wife."
"Oh," she said, "that is very nice, dear."
The next day, Mary ran into one of Paddy's drinking mates in the street. Mischievously, the man said: "Did you hear about your husband winning a prize in the pub last night for a toast about you, Mary?"
She replied: "Aye - and I was a bit surprised. Till now, he's only been down there twice. Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come".
Posted by: O'Layzeeboy | March 17, 2010 at 03:18 PM
You gave me the best laugh of the day O'Layzeeboy. Thank you!
Posted by: o'nurse o'cindy | March 17, 2010 at 03:34 PM
And very entertainin ye all be.
Posted by: NotShilelagh | March 17, 2010 at 06:01 PM
O'Lazeeboy, that's good! I heard one similar to that where a pastor was going to talk about s e x in church. But his wife suggested he talk about sailing instead. Since she was sick that day, he talked about what he wanted to. And later someone told her what a good job he did. She said something like, "He only tried it twice, and he got sick both times!"
Posted by: Kristina L. | March 17, 2010 at 09:17 PM