Sunday, May 25, 2014

Nature's Way


Rain is nature’s way of watering the flowers 
or wiping out a village. 

Spilled Milk is nature’s way of saying, 
“You better wipe this up fast! 
Or you’ll be stuck with a stench that’ll last!” 

Junk Mail is nature’s way of saying, 
“Stop hoarding! 
I’m trying to teach you how to throw things away!” 

A spider sneaking up on you is 
nature’s way of saying, “Boo!” 

Salsa Dancing is Nature’s way of saying, 
“Being sedentary’s only great when you’re sand.” 

Firestorms are nature’s way of I saying, 
“I was bored; and I found a book of matches.” 

Poison Ivy is 
nature’s way of saying, “Gotcha!” 

Death is nature’s way of saying, 
“Stop breathing.” 

Jim Gaffigan - King Baby - Camping

Uploaded on Oct 27, 2010 by

Woody Allen

I am at two with nature.

Jerry Seinfeld
I once had a leather jacket that got ruined in the rain. 
Why does moisture ruin leather? 
Aren’t cows outside a lot of the time? 
When it’s raining, do cows go up to the farmhouse, 
“Let us in! We’re all wearing leather! Open the door! 
We’re going to ruin the whole outfit here!” 

Dean Burkey:
Although many find camping relaxing, 
it can still be in tents.

Mitch Hedberg
If you find yourself lost in the woods, build a house. 
“Well, I was lost, but now I live here!” 

Steven Wright
Last time I went camping, 
I accidentally borrowed a circus tent. 
I didn’t know until I got there and set it up. 
People complained because they couldn’t see the lake. 
There was a forest nearby, 
but it wasn’t a regular forest. 
It was a forest made out of paneling. 
It was a long, thin forest.

The Great Buster Keaton

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Sunday, May 18, 2014

The Columbian Oregano Express Part 2: A Walmart Wedding?


The Columbian Oregano Express
Part 2: 
A Walmart Wedding?

(Be sure to read my previous post: 
The Columbian Oregano Express)

[Having gotten high from brownies laced with pot; 
that is, with the marijuana leaves 
sewn into the brownies using noodles, 
I proposed to my ex-girlfriend 
and then blared rock oldies 
as I wrote story after story 
in my effort to write a truly cool story. 
But then two police officers pounded on my door!]

I ran out of noodles before I could finish 
lacing the brownies with hashish, 
so I still had some pot left. 

I turned down the radio 
and returned to the door to say, 
“It’s for medicinal purposes.” 

Officer Tom Kutcher asked, 
“The loud, out-dated music?” 

“No,” I said, “the Columbian, um.” 

His brow furrowed at hearing the word Columbian. 
“The Columbian um?” 

“Oregano!” 

“I love oregano,” said Officer Kutcher 
as he and his partner Ashton Cruise 
barged into my house. 

Kutcher saw the bag on the kitchen counter 
and tasted a pinch. 
“What the?!” 
Must’ve been great pot, 
because he bust out laughing. 

Not wanting to miss the fun, 
Cruise tasted a pinch or two too. 

Both of them laughed so hard, 
I almost called the cops. 
But then I remembered they were the cops. 
And if I called more cops, 
they’d taste” away all my stash 
pinch by pinch. 

“Medicinal purposes?” Kutcher chuckled 
as he and Cruise headed to the door to leave. 

“Wait!” I said. “Where are you going? 
Shouldn’t you at least give me a warning?” 

As Kutcher shook his head, 
laughter-induced tears trickled down his face. 
“Okay, here’s my warning: 
When you use oregano, 
make pizza, not brownies.” 

“Pot pizza?” 

Cruise and Kutcher bust out laughing again. 

“What?” I asked. 
“Do we not call it pot any more? 
I know we don’t call it dope.” 

“Speaking of dope,” said Officer Cruise. 
“How much did you pay for your Columbian oregano?” 

“Four hundred dollars.” 
As the police officers guffawed without abandon, 
I stomped my foot. 
“It’s an investment in my writing career!” 

“Oh, he’s a writer,” said Kutcher 
as he and Cruise stepped outside. 

Cruise nodded. 
“That explains everything.” 

Usually I love when people laugh. 
That is, when I make them laugh on purpose
Hence, this humor blog, 
all my comedy books, 
my stand-up, etc. 
But not when I feel like I’m being mocked. 
So I stepped outside too. 
“What’s wrong with writers?” 

“You can get oregano at Walmart 
for less than four bucks.” 
Still unable to control his giggles, 
Kutcher wiped his eyes. 

“But it’s not really oregano, it’s cannabis. 
Marijuana. Pot. Weed. Chronic. Blunt. Sproutsville. 
Hashish. The Munchies-Maker. The Mellow-Outer. 
Seeds of Glory. Dream-Weaver. 
Rocket Fuel for Writers. The Key to Heaven. 
Edens Apple. Hootchie-koo. Dope-a-roonie.” 

Cruise stopped laughing long enough to say, 
“Between the two of us, 
we have over two decades working 
in the narcotics division. 
We know what’s pot; and what’s not.” 

“What’s not? How can that not be pot? 
It got me high! Just look at my eyes.” 
I widened my eyes to give them a in-depth view. 

They both agreed that I need more sleep. 

“You’re just going to leave? 
So marijuana’s legalized here after all?” 
Thank you Morgan & Morgan

Kutcher shook his head. 
“Pot’s not, but that’s not pot.” 

“If that’s not pot, then what have I got?” 

Before climbing back into their squad car 
and slamming their doors, 
both Cruise and Kutcher said, “Oregano!” 

Just then, the phone rang, 
so I rushed back inside to answer. 
Well, as rushed as a guy flying high on oregano can rush.

My ex-girlfriend said she booked 
aisle seven in Walmart like we always wanted, 
so we can get married there the following Friday. 
Gulp! 

This is why you shouldn’t take illegal substances. 
If a mere spice messed me up that bad, 
imagine the damage illicit drugs could cause.

The following Friday, 
before leaving Lovey at the altar for the fifth time, 
noticed that Officer Kutcher was right: 
Walmart sells oregano for less than four bucks. 

The next day I made a pizza; 
and got engaged for the sixth time! 

Wow! 
That is some potent oregano!

Fortunately, 
just before the wedding, 
I found the phony pusher who ripped me off 
and tricked him into marrying my ex. 

Finally, 
a happy ending for all of us. 
Except the goofy goober 
who sells over-priced spices.  

Well, what do you know? 
That Columbian oregano 
gave me a cool story after all.  

All The Best,


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Jim Stafford - Wildwood Weed

Uploaded on Jun 10, 2010 by

Woody Allen
(From Surprise Rocks Disney Trial 
in The New Yorker December 13, 2004; 
The C stands for Counsel; 
and the W stands for Witness; 
and the Witness is Mickey Mouse!): 
C: Is it true Goofy had a drug problem?
W: He was addicted to Percodan.
C: How long had that been going on?
W: Goofy went on painkillers 
after a flop he took in a cartoon. 
He parachuted off the Empire State Building 
with an umbrella and hurt his back.

Richard Pryor
Im no addict. 
I can quit anytime I want to. 
I just dont want to

Dean Burkey
Never do drugs, 
because the first time you do, 
you will appear on “Cops”. 
It’s amazing, 
but every time they catch people with drugs on that show, 
it’s always their first time. 
That’s what they say. 
And why would anyone lie on national TV? 
Especially on a “reality” show! 
Unless, of course, 
theyre running for reelection. 

Ray Divine
And what about the poor families 
of the drug dealers? 
If Charlie’s really quit cold turkey, 
how are the suppliers and pushers suppose to survive? 
Nobody ever thinks about the drug dealer’s kids. 
They need food and video games too

Mitch Hedberg
A friend gave me a drug for attention deficit disorder, 
because he’s afflicted, but I’m not. 
So what happened to me is I suddenly had 
an extra-long attention span. 
People would tell me a story; 
and it would end; 
and I’d get all mad. 
“Come on, man, 
there has to be more to that story.” 


Mitch Hedberg on Comedy Showcase (1995)

Published on Jun 20, 2013 by

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Sunday, May 11, 2014

The Columbian Oregano Express


The Columbian Oregano Express

I read an article in an underground newspaper, 
The Blunt Perspective
that said how cannabis can 
expand a person’s mind. 

It’s not like I have a little brain, 
but I figured expanding my thinking 
would expand my writing; 
and I’ll do almost anything 
to write a cool story. 

So I ventured to the seedy side of town, 
shortly after the sun set down, 
and started to shop around. 

Unfortunately, or fortunately, 
but played out unfortunately in this situation, 
I have an angelic face. 
Which doesn’t sound bad, 
except the pushers, 
ahem, I mean, the agricultural entrepreneurs 
automatically thought I was an undercover cop. 

Which I think is silly. 
Why would anyone want to be an undercover cop? 
Wouldn’t sleeping on your badge hurt! 
Might even puncture an artery. 
Or worse! 

Roll over the wrong way; 
and you could wake up singing soprano. 

That would also ruin the sheets. 
Even if Tide® does remove blood stains. 

To prove I wasn’t a police officer; 
and as a way of bonding 
with the underbelly of the crime world
I broke the law in front of them. 

Twice!

Oh yeah, 
I’m such a rebel, 
I jaywalked across the street and back again. 

All the while singing, 
Born to Be Wild

Apparently, that wasn’t enough to convince them, 
so I had to strip down to my Spider-Man Underoos® 
to prove I wasn’t wearing a wire. 

Finally, they agreed to sell me 
some horticultural substances. 

A little bag cost me four hundred dollars. 
But I knew that the experience 
of expanding my consciousness 
would make me more money than that 
by inspiring me to write a cool story. 

I’m quite polite, so I said thanks. 
Even though I felt sure he was ripping me off. 
I should’ve Googled street prices 
before I went shopping. 
But I usually buy everything at Walmart anyway, 
so I never have to compare prices; 
I always know I’m getting a great deal. 

The drug lord nodded and said, 
“Uh-huh. Yeah, right. And remember kid, 
if you get stopped by the cops, 
just tell ‘em it’s for medicinal purposes. 
And if they don’t buy that, 
say it’s Columbian oregano.” 

Columbian oregano? 
Ha! That’s a good one. 
I chuckled and dashed home to try out 
my new “nutritional supplements”, 
a.k.a. “brain food”, 
a.k.a. “comedy writer’s fuel”

I didn’t have any rolling papers. 
And I don’t smoke anyway. 
But I remember hearing about folks 
who lace their brownies with pot. 

So I made a batch of brownies; 
and using angel hair pasta noodles 
and a suture needle, 
I laced the oregano into the brownies. 

Laced? 
More like knitted. 

And, as always, 
I spread peanut butter on the brownies too. 

I ate the whole batch! 

Must be the result of getting those munchies 
I’ve heard so much about. 

So I figured out how to get high 
and treat the munchies at the same time. 
What a marvelous way to multi-task! 

Within a few minutes, 
I felt woozy. 
As the room spun like a freaky kaleidoscope, 
I felt like I was about to hit an iceberg and capsize. 
Had I made a titanic mistake? 

But then, 
instead of sinking, 
I started to fly super high. 

Immediately, 
I called my ex-girlfriend and proposed. 

Wow! 
This is strong stuff.
(Id never call her if I wasnt flying so high.)

Just before I jumped out the kitchen window, 
I got the idea that backpacking with Bigfoot 
would be funny. 
Especially in the Bahamas! 
(See my previous post: 

Yes! It worked! My mind expanded! 
I had to widen my cap by two notches. 
And I began to write a series of crazy adventures. 
Oddly, mostly involving Bigfoot. 
(See my previous posts: Canoeing with Sharks

And, to be true to the stoner frame of mind, 
I blared the radio station that plays classic rock. 

I typed story after story. 

Until suddenly, … 
a loud forceful knocking pounded on my door. 

Oh no! Gulp! 
Was Bigfoot expecting royalties 
for my using his name and likeness in my stories? 

After crawling to the door, 
to keep from falling over 
as the room spun with increasing speed, 
I grabbed the door knob, 
pulled myself up, 
and opened the door. 

Oh good
it wasn’t Bigfoot after all. 
It was the cops, 
answering neighborhood complaints. 
Not about the volume of the music, but the genre. 
Apparently, my neighbors don’t enjoy 
psychedelic music. 
Spoil sports. 

Oh bad
it wasn’t Bigfoot after all. 
It was the cops! 


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The No-No Song ~Ringo Starr

Uploaded on Mar 30, 2011 by

Woody Allen
Ya’ know I took a puff of the wrong cigarette 
at a fraternity dance once; 
and the cops had to get me, ya’ know. 
I broke two teeth trying to give a hickey 
to the Statue of Liberty.

Richard Pryor
I’m not addicted to cocaine. 
I just like the way it smells. 

Dean Burkey
Legalize medical marijuana? 
And then what? 
Convince your doctor you need it? 
“Doctor, you’ve got to help me. 
I’ve overwhelmed by too much reality.” 
“Listen Doc, somehow I lost my appetite. 
You need to prescribe me a nickel bag 
and a couple roach clips.” 
“Hey dude, I have to write another rock song, 
so I need you to refill my prescription.” 

Ray Divine
They’ll make marijuana illegal; 
and yet legalize all those prescription drugs 
you see advertised on TV? 
How can that be? 
Have you heard some of their side effects? 
Heart attack, death, thoughts of suicide. 
Pot never causes anything that bad. 
How can you compare 
heart attacks, deaths, and thoughts of suicide 
with a mellow, happy attitude 
and a hearty case of the munchies? 

Mitch Hedberg
When we were on acid, 
we would go into the woods, 
because there was less chance 
that you would run into an authority figure. 
But we ran into a bear. 
My friend Duane was there, 
raising his right hand, 
swearing to help prevent forest fires. 
He told me, “Mitchell, 
Smokey is way more intense in person!” 


The Very Best of Legendary Mitch Hedberg

Published on Aug 21, 2012 by

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