- Medals placed around winners’ necks by chirping birds.
- Goofy buys the farm in bizarre archery “accident.”
- Regulation requiring all rowing event competitors to keep their hands and arms inside the boat at all times results in considerably lower scores.
- Sprinters legs spin wildly in place before they take off.
- Hammer Throw replaced with Dwarf Toss.
- Animatronic John Tesh much livelier than the real one.
- Donald Duck defects to Busch Gardens.
- Tinkerbell’s “fairy dust” added to list of banned substances.
- Animatronic Abe Lincoln wins the Decathalon!
- $4 Cokes cost only $3.75.
- New Slogan: “The Sweatiest Place On Earth!”
- Minnie Mouse and Kerri Strug never seen together… hmmmm.
- Barbells marked “10,000 Pounds” absurdly easy to lift.
- A petulant Pluto demands chance to race for record 10th dog biscuit.
- The Little Mermaid takes home a record 49 gold medals in swimming events.
- “Gymnastic gold or no gymnastic gold, you’re too short for the rides!”
- Synchronized swimmers don’t just look goofy — they *ARE* Goofy!
The Difference In Football Between the North and South
- WOMEN’S ATTIRE
- Up North: Chapstick in their back pocket and a $20 bill in their front pocket.
- Down South: Louis Vuitton duffel with two lipsticks, powder, mascara (waterproof), concealer, and a fifth of bourbon. Wallet not necessary, that’s what dates are for.
- STADIUM SIZE
- Up North: College football stadiums hold 20,000.
- Down South: High School football stadiums hold 20,000.
- FATHERS
- Up North: Expect their daughter to understand Sylvia Plath.
- Down South: Expect their daughters to understand pass interference.
- ATTIRE
- Up North: Male and female alike: woolly sweater or sweatshirt and jeans.
- Down South: Male – press khakis, oxford shirt, cap with frat logo, Justin Ropers. Female – ankle-length skirt, coordinated cardigan, flat riding boots, oxford shirt.
- ALUMNI
- Up North: Take prospects on sailing trips before they join the law firm.
- Down South: Take prospects on fishing trip so they don’t leave for the NFL their senior year.
- CAMPUS DECOR
- Up North: Statues of founding fathers.
- Down South: Statues of Heisman Trophy winners.
- HOMECOMING QUEEN
- Up North: Also a Physics Major
- Down South: Also Miss USA.
- HEROES
- Up North: Mario Cuomo
- Down South: “Bear” Bryant
- GETTING TICKETS
- Up North: 5 minutes before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus and still purchase tickets.
- Down South: 5 months before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus and still be placed on the waiting list for tickets.
- FRIDAY CLASSES AFTER A THURSDAY NIGHT GAME
- Up North: Students and Teachers are not sure if they are going because they have class on Friday.
- Down south: Teachers cancel class on Friday because they don’t want to see the few hungover students that might actually make it to class on Friday.
- PARKING
- Up North: An hour before game time the University opens the campus for game parking.
- Down South: RV’s sporting their school flags begin arriving on Wednesday for the weekend festivities. The real faithful begin arriving on Tuesday.
- GAME DAY
- Up North: A few students party in the dorm and watch ESPN on TV.
- Down South: Every student wakes up, has a beer for breakfast, and rushes over to where ESPN is broadcasting on Game Day “live” to get on camera and wave to the idiots up North who wonder why game day is never broadcast from their campus.
- TAILGATING
- Up North: Raw meat on a grill, beer with lime in it, listening to local radio station with truck tailgate down.
- Down South: 30-foot custom pig-shaped smoker fires up at dawn. Cooking accompanied by live performance by Jerry Jeff Walker, who comes over during breaks and ask for a hit off your bottle of bourbon.
- GETTING TO THE STADIUM
- Up North: You ask “Where’s the stadium?” When you find it, you walk right in with no line.
- Down South: When your near it, you’ll hear it. On game day, it becomes the state’s third largest city.
- CONCESSIONS
- Up North: Drinks served in a paper cup filled to the top with soda.
- Down South: Drinks served in a plastic cup with the home team’s mascot — filled less than halfway to ensure enough room for bourbon.
- WHEN NATIONAL ANTHEM IS PLAYED
- Up North: Stands are less than half full.
- Down South: 100,000 fans sing along in perfect 3-part harmony.
- THE SMELL IN THE AIR AFTER THE FIRST SCORE
- Up North: Nothing Changes!
- Down South: Fireworks with a twist of bourbon.
- COMMENTARY (MALE)
- Up North: “Nice Play.”
- Down South: “Dammit you slow sumbitch – tackle him and break his legs!!!”
- COMMENTARY (FEMALE)
- Up North: “My, this is a violent sport.”
- Down South: “Dammit you slow sumbitch – tackle him and break his legs!!!”
- ANNOUNCERS
- Up North: Paid.
- Down South: Announcer harmonizes with the crowd in the fight song, with a tear in his eye because he is so proud of his team.
- AFTER THE GAME
- Up North: The stadium is empty way before the game ends.
- Down South: Another rack of ribs on the smoker. While somebody goes to the nearest package store for more bourbon, planning begins for next week’s game.
About Your Facilities…
There was a rather old-fashioned lady, always quite delicate and elegant, especially in language. She and her husband were planning a week’s vacation in Florida, so she wrote to a campground and asked for a reservation. She wanted to make sure the campground was fully equipped, but didn’t know how to ask about the toilet facilities. She just could not bring herself to write the word “toilet” in her letter. After much deliberation, she finally came up with the term “bathroom commode”. But after writing that down, she still thought she was being too forward, so she rewrote the entire letter and referred to the “bathroom commode” merely as the “BC”. “Does the campground have its own BC?” is what she actually wrote. Well, the campground owner wasn’t old-fashioned at all and when he got the letter, he just couldn’t figure what the woman was talking about. That “BC” business really stumped him. He showed the letter to several people, but they couldn’t imagine what the lady meant either. So the campground owner finally came to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about the location of the nearest Baptist Church, sat down and wrote the following reply:
Dear Madam,
I regret the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure of informing you that a BC is located 9 miles north of the campground and is capable of seating 250 people at one time. It is located in a beautiful pine grove and is open only on Sundays and Wednesdays. I admit it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but no doubt you will be pleased to know that many people take their lunch along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late. My daughter met her husband in the BC.
Sometimes it is so crowded there are five to a seat. It may interest you to know that right now there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They are going to hold it in the basement of the BC. It pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it is surely not due to a lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather. If you decide to come to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time you go and sit with you and introduce you to all the other folks. We will be sure to get a seat up front where you can be seen by everyone. Remember, we are a friendly community.
Sincerely, the Campground Owner.
White Powdery Substance?
The Colorado Buffaloes afternoon football practice was delayed on Monday for nearly 2 hours. One of the players while on his way to practice happened to look down and notice a suspicious looking, unknown powdery substance on the field. CU head coach, Gary Barnett immediately suspended practice while the FBI determined that the white powdery substance unknown to the players was the goal line. Practice was resumed when the FBI special agents decided that the team was unlikely to encounter that substance again.
Cool Things about an All-New York World Series
- We’re gonna add a Mike Piazza-style mustache to the Statue of Liberty.
- City ordinance says in Subway Series, the mayor bats cleanup.
- Regardless of who wins, it’s just great to sit in the stands and watch sweaty guys hug each other.
- Finally New Yorkers have something to help us get over the loss of “CATS.”
- Just think what this is doing to John Rocker.
- It’s more proof that New York City is the greatest city on Earth!
- It’s easy to get cheap applause by saying crap like that.
- I won’t have that uneasy feeling I get when Don Zimmer’s out of town.
- It’s so exciting, even people who just moved here and are now running for senate can enjoy it.
- More business for the city’s illegal knock-off T-shirt factories.
Canadian Hockey Rules!
It was a 5-2 loss that started the bleeding
A loss to Mats and his country of Sweden
Next up, it’s easy – but just a 3-2 win
By a bunch of young fellas from united Berlin
They can’t hit the net, they can’t even pass it
There not chance in the world they’re gonna beat Hasek
It’s the bloody big ice, it’s a number of things
They don’t want it as much, they got their cup rings
But a 33 tie, with a late goal you would like
Scored by none other than Joe Nieuwendyk
The one that they thought was too slow and too old
Has not given up the quest for hockey gold.
Then things started changing, all for the best
They beat Selanne and Finland, lets take on the rest.
Then Sweden was next, they’d better get loose
But the Swedes were beaten by who… Belarus!
And then the ladies from out of the blue
Against the favoured Americans, knew what to do
The Yanks threw our flag on the floor they were told
So they captured our hearts and captured the gold
Then suddenly the Great one, our hero of youth
Told the hockey world the absolute truth
He said they don’t like us, they want us to lose
We need to get meaner and inflict the odd bruise
So a North American Final was set us and the States
This time they were ready, they laced up their skates
This game was about skill, speed, and the odd chance
It would not be decided by a dumb judge from France
The yanks scored first, we sucked in our chest
But our boys came out and they played their best
Sakic, Lindros, Iginla, Lemeiux
And Gold is ours… Canada, 5 Yanks, 2
Despite the bad press and media opinions
We danced in the street like crazed Palestinians
From Victoria to St. John’s we screamed and we shouted
Like Don Cherry predicted, the Yanks… they were routed
When we play hockey there is no English or French
There is no division among us; it’s just the guys on the bench
They played the game for our Country, they played it true
And on behalf of the Country I say thank you.
For this game is now ours, there is no longer a debate
About the lack of finesse or the way that we skate
This nation of Canada has gotta’ lot of class
But if you wanna’ play hockey … we’ll kick your ass!
A Letter from Camp
Dear Mom,
Our scout master told us all write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and worried. We are OK. Only 1 of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Chad when it happened. Oh yes, please call Chad’s mother and tell her he is OK. He can’t write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search & rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn’t been for the lightning.
Scoutmaster Webb got mad at Chad for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Chad said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn’t hear him. Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blow up? The wet wood still didn’t burn, but one of our tents did. Also some of our clothes. John is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Webb gets the car fixed. It wasn’t his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we left. Scoutmaster Webb said that a car that old you have to expect something to break down; that’s probably why he can’t get insurance on it. We think it’s a neat car. He doesn’t care if we get it dirty, and if it’s hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the tailgate. It gets pretty hot with 10 people in a car. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman stopped and talked to us.
Scoutmaster Webb is a neat guy. Don’t worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive. But he only lets him drive on the mountain roads where there isn’t any traffic. All we ever see up there are logging trucks.
This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Webb wouldn’t let me because I can’t swim and Chad was afraid he would sink because of his cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood. Scoutmaster Webb isn’t crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn’t even get mad about the life jackets.
He has to spend a lot of time working on the car so we are trying not to cause him any trouble. Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Dave dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works. Also Wade and I threw up. Scoutmaster Webb said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken, he said they got sick that way with the food they ate in prison. I’m so glad he got out and become our scoutmaster. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.
I have to go now. We are going into town to mail our letters and buy bullets. Don’t worry about anything. We are fine.
Love,
Cole
Helpful Camping Tips
- Get even with a bear who raided your food bag by kicking his favorite stump apart and eating all the ants.
- Old socks can be made into high fiber beef jerky by smoking them over an open fire.
- When smoking a fish, never inhale.
- A hot rock placed in your sleeping bag will keep your feet warm. A hot enchilada works almost as well, but the cheese sticks between your toes.
- You’ll never be awakened by the call of a loon if you have an unlisted number.
- The best backpacks are named for national parks or mountain ranges. Steer clear of those named for landfills.
- Acupuncture was invented by a camper who found a porcupine in his sleeping bag.
- While the Swiss Army Knife has been popular for years, the Swiss Navy Knife has remained largely unheralded. Its single blade functions as a tiny canoe paddle. Effective January 1, 1997, you will actually have to enlist in the Swiss Army to get a Swiss Army Knife.
- Modern rain suits made of fabrics that “breathe” enable campers to stay dry in a downpour. Rain suits that sneeze, cough, and belch, however, have been proven to add absolutely nothing to the wilderness experience.
- Lint from your navel makes a handy fire starter. Warning: Remove lint from navel before applying the match.
- You’ll never be lost if you remember that moss always grows on the north side of your compass. You can duplicate the warmth of a down-filled bedroll by climbing into a plastic garbage bag with several geese.
- The canoe paddle, a simple device used to propel a boat, should never be confused with a gnu paddle, a similar device used by Tibetan veterinarians.
- When camping, always wear a long-sleeved shirt. It gives you something to wipe your nose on.
- You can compress the diameter of your rolled up sleeping bag by running over it with your car.
- Take this simple test to see if you qualify for solo camping. Shine a flashlight into one ear. If the beam shines out the other ear, do not go into the woods alone.
- A two-man pup tent does not include two men or a pup.
- A potato baked in the coals for one hour makes an excellent side dish. A potato baked in the coals for three hours makes an excellent hockey puck.
- You can start a fire without matches by eating Mexican food, then breathing on a pile of dry sticks.
- In emergency situations, you can survive in the wilderness by shooting small game with a slingshot made from the elastic waistband of your underwear.
- The guitar of the noisy teenager at the next campsite makes excellent kindling.
- A large carp can be used for a pillow.
- Check the washing instructions before purchasing any apparel to be worn camping. Buy only those that read “Beat on a rock in stream.”
- The sight of a bald eagle has thrilled campers for generations. The sight of a bald man, however, does absolutely nothing for the eagle.
- It’s entirely possible to spend your whole vacation on a winding mountain road behind a large motor home.
- Bear bells provide an element of safety for hikers in grizzly country. The tricky part is getting them on the bears.
- A great deal of hostility can be released by using newspaper photos of politicians for toilet paper.
- In an emergency, a drawstring from a parka hood can be used to strangle a snoring tent mate.
Building a Campfire
- Split dead limb into fragments and shave one fragment into slivers.
- Bandage left thumb.
- Chop other fragments into smaller fragments
- Bandage left foot.
- Make structure of slivers (include those embedded in hand)
- Light Match
- Light Match
- Repeat “a Scout is cheerful” and light match.
- Apply match to slivers, add wood fragments, and blow gently into base of fire.
- Apply burn ointment to nose.
- When fire is burning, collect more wood.
- Upon discovering that fire has gone out while out searching for more wood, soak wood from can labeled “kerosene.”
- Treat face and arms for second-degree burns.
- Relabel can to read “gasoline.”
- When fire is burning well, add all remaining firewood.
- When thunder storm has passed, repeat steps.
How Did You Break Your Arm?
Even if you aren’t a skier, you’ll be able to appreciate the humor of the slopes as written in this account by a New Orleans paper.
A friend just got back from a holiday ski trip to Utah with the kind of story that warms the cockles of anybody’s heart. Conditions were perfect, 12 below, no feeling in the toes, basic numbness all over, the “tell me when we’re having fun” kind of day.
One of the women in the group complained to her husband that she was in dire need of a restroom. He told her not to worry that he was sure there was relief waiting at the top of the lift in the form of a powder room for female skiers in distress. He was wrong, of course, and the pain did not go away.
If you’ve ever had nature hit its panic button in you, then you know that a temperature of 12 below zero doesn’t help matters. So, with time running out, the woman weighed her options.
Her husband, picking up on the intensity of her pain, suggested that since she was wearing an all white ski outfit, she should go off in the woods. No one would even notice, he assured her. The white will provide more than adequate camouflage. So she headed for the tree line, began disrobing and proceeded to do her thing. If you’ve ever parked on the side of a slope, then you know there is a right way and a wrong way to set your skis so you don’t move. Yup, you got it. She had them positioned the wrong way.
Steep slopes are not forgiving, even during embarrassing moments. Without warning, the woman found herself skiing backward, out of control, racing through the trees, somehow missing all of them and onto another slope. Her derriere and her reverse side were still bare, her pants down around her knees, and she was picking up speed all the while.
She continued on backwards, totally out of control, creating an unusual vista for the other skiers.
The woman skied, if you define that verb loosely, back under the lift, and finally collided violently with a pylon. The bad news was that she broke her arm and was unable to pull up her ski pants. At long last her husband arrived, putting an end to her nudie show, then went to the base of the mountain and summoned the ski patrol, who transported her to a hospital.
In the emergency room she was regrouping when a man with an obviously broken leg was put in the bed next to hers.
“So how’d you break your leg?” she asked, making small talk.
“It was the damnedest thing you ever saw,” he said, “I was riding up this ski lift, and suddenly I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was this crazy woman skiing backward out of control down the mountain with her bare bottom hanging out of her clothes and her pants down around her knees. I leaned over to get a better look and I guess I didn’t realize how far I’d moved. I fell out of the lift.”
“So how’d you break your arm?”