Showing posts with label Brian Kiley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brian Kiley. Show all posts

Friday, April 19, 2013

Getting Messy with Nessie Part 1


Getting Messy with Nessie 
Part 1:
Captain Steele 
Is No Captain Stubing!

Bigfoot’s fun and all, 
but after backpacking in Bermuda
canoeing in California (with sharks!)
and staving off a radioactive Crab Cake invasion
I think we both got on each other’s nerves. 

I decided to get away from Biggie a bit 
and find a job on a cruise ship heading to Scotland. 
That way, not only would my trip overseas 
not cost me anything, 
I’d make some spending money too. 
Yay me!

I figured I could be the comic. 
Captain Thaddeus Steele of the USS Taskmaster 
chuckled at the thought; and said, 
“By the looks of ya’, ya’ belongs in the steam room.” 

I tried not to blush at the obvious compliment. 

The steam room didn’t sound so bad. 
I’d rather entertain the other guests 
and get paid to make them laugh. 
But I figured I could still joke around 
with the other passengers 
as I hand them towels in the steam room. 
So I signed on for the trip. 

Well, I should’ve known! 
The steam room job wasn’t nearly 
as easygoing as I hoped. 
Captain Steele was quite a grouch too. 
Slow with a quip; quick with a whip.
I shoveled coal into the furnace of a steam engine 
fourteen hours a day! 
And the trip took thirteen days! 


After the steamship docked, I got paid, 
hauled my luggage out of port, 
and rented a deep blue Infinity, 
which I drove to Urquhart Castle
I was supposed to meet Nessie 
by the shore there six days prior. 

(Nessie’s a sweet lass you may know better 
as the Loch Ness Monster
But I’d never call her a monster. 
Unless we’re down to the last chocolate chip cookie. 
‘Cause then, she can be a real monster! 
Won’t even entertain the notion of going halfsies. 
No wonder so many demented sea captains 
want to harpoon her!) 

The steamship didn’t have an Internet connection, 
so I couldn’t let her know I’d be late. 

I figured she’d be mad, 

but I never thought Nessie 

would be accused of murder! 



TO BE CONTINUED ... 
Meeting Someone Newed to Me

All the Best,

Published on Feb 14, 2013 by
CBS


Bill Cosby:
Always end the name of your child with a vowel, 
so that when you yell the name will carry.

Dean Burkey
Watched stocks never rise. 
Unless they’re stocks you don’t own. 

Chris Rock:
I don’t get high, but sometimes I wish I did. 
That way, when I messed up in life I would have an excuse. 
But right now there’s no rehab for stupidity.

George Carlin:
Think of how stupid the average person is; 
and realize half of them are stupider than that.

Steven Wright:
I planted some birdseed. 
A bird came up. 
Now I don’t know what to feed it. 


Please Note: The following contains some mature topics. 

The Late Show with Dav... David Letterman - Comedian Brian Kiley

Published on Jan 19, 2013 by

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Pablo Francisco: Little Tortilla Boy


Pablo Francisco: 
Little Tortilla Boy




Pablo Francisco - The Little Tortilla Boy | iLaughs

Uploaded on Jan 9, 2008 by
Demetri Martin:
Every fight is a food fight 
when you’re a cannibal. 

Dean Burkey:
If an agnostic gets a god complex, 
does he doubt himself?

Brian Kiley:
There’s always on teacher you had a crush on. 
For me, it’s my wife’s aerobics teacher. 

Moody McCarthy
Men are attracted to women with a raspy voice. 
We think, 
Hey, maybe she’s all done yelling. 

Dean Burkey:
Video killed the radio star.  
But I’m sure it was in self-defense.  

Big News!
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I awoke in a strange place. 
I was naked and alone. 
What could be worse? 
I was naked; 
and I wasn’t alone. 
And I wasn’t with anyone 
with whom I would even consider 
a marital commitment. 
Much less a honeymoon. 
Yikes! 

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The Laugh Compilation (FUNNIEST VIDEOS EVER)

Uploaded on Jun 27, 2008 by
mathieugoe

This is the song from 
the above Laugh Compilation video: 




Monday, April 8, 2013

Start Your Week with Laughter


Start Your Week 
with Laughter



Brian Kiley:
I bought a box of animal crackers; 
and it said on it "Do not eat if seal is broken." 
So I opened up the box, and sure enough ...

Ellen Degeneres:
Stuffed deer heads on walls are bad enough, 
but it’s worse when you see them wearing dark glasses, 
having streamers around their necks and a hat on their antlers. 
Because then you know they were 
enjoying themselves at a party when they were shot.

Dean Burkey:
I know she’s really a reptilian space alien 
bent on destroying the human race, 
but I still think she’s hot. 
You know, for a cold-blooded creature. 

George Miller:
I know a guy who called up the Home Shopping Network. 
They said "Can I help you?" 
And he said, "No, I'm just looking."

Dennis Miller:
The easiest job in the world has to be coroner. 
Surgery on dead people. 
What's the worst thing that could happen?

Dean Burkey:
I love chocolate; 
and deep in my heart, 
I want to believe that chocolate loves me too. 

A. Whitney Brown:
China has a population of a billion people. 
One billion. 
That means even if you’re a one in a million kind of guy, 
there are still a thousand others exactly like you.

All the Best,



A Werewolf Encounter
from "Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein"
Uploaded on May 27, 2011 by



From Monster Laughs
(File # 142: "The Howling Werewolf’s Hairy End"):
Mr. Howl continued to howl; and I couldn’t blame him. Off the front of my gun, dangled frilly pink lace. Or perhaps slightly used toilet paper.

Either way, I blushed.

Howlie Mandel prepared to pounce on me, but then he sniffed a whiff of Penelope’s perfume and barked with bliss. I wondered, deal or no deal.

“The price is wrong, Mister Barker.” Aiming my weapon at Fuzzy Wuzzy, I called out to my alluring assistant, “Run, Penelope! Run!”

Slipping on a soiled newspaper, Penelope collapsed to the red carpet. Like I said, lycanthropes aren’t known for being housebroken. Which seems odd, since most of them come from broken homes.

Salivating like a ravenous shark at a scuba diver’s convention, the Canine Catastrophe bounded across the room to Penelope.

Aimed and fired my stinky gun, but I hit an electrical panel. After an explosion of sparks, the lights went out.

Penelope cried out, “Oh, werewolf. Oh, there wolf. Oh, baby!”

Kay lit a flare and clambered upstairs.

Reminded of past problems with torch-bearing villagers, Hairy in Heat howled, “Leave me alone, Hunter, or you’ll be the Hunt-ee!” and disappeared into the night.

“Penelope? You okay?” I asked.

“Mm-Hmm,” she cooed. “I’m perrrrrfect.”

“Me, you poke and knee. But with him, you’re all ‘Oh, oh, oh! Wolf-wolf-wolf!’ What’s up with that?”

“Are you okay?” asked Kay.

“Oh, Kay.” I turned to see her face next to mine, glowing in the flare’s light. Although a consummate professional in the field of paranormal investigation, I screamed like a schoolgirl and fled.

Soothed my fraying nerves with a hearty helping of moon pies. Seemed apropos. Plus, they’re so tasty! I’m often asked how I can eat so much pie and not become overweight. Simple: Monster Aerobics! You eat what you want, as much as you want; and then you flee in abject fear from monsters. I discuss that rigorous regimen in the documentary “Scared Skinny”.




Ellen DeGeneres - Here and Now

Published on Oct 24, 2012 by