The Best of Carnac the Magnificent

Carnac the Magnificent was one of the highlights of the Johnny Carson Show. In the ongoing sketch, Carnac would draw a sealed envelope from a mayonnaise jar, and hold it to his forehead. He would then answer the question sealed inside the envelope. What is missing here is his delivery. Great sketch – and you might get lucky enough to find it on Nickoleodeon or YouTube.

  • A: Gatorade.
    Q: What does an alligator get on welfare?
  • A: Bible belt.
    Q: What holds up Oral Roberts’ pants?
  • A: Milk and honey.
    Q: What do you get from a bee that has an udder?
  • A: Clean air, a virgin and a gas station open on Sunday.
    Q: Name three things you won’t find in Los Angeles.
  • A: Black and white and twenty feet tall.
    Q: Describe Sister Mary Kong.
  • A: Ben Gay.
    Q: Why didn’t Mrs. Franklin have any kids?
  • A: An unmarried woman.
    Q: What was Elizabeth Taylor between 3 and 5 pm on June 1, 1952?
  • A: Disjoint.
    Q: What was dat hippie smoking?
  • A: The Laughing Policeman.
    Q: What do you call a cop who frisks himself?
  • A: Dustin Hoffman.
    Q: Describe someone cleaning his Hoffman.
  • A: Until he gets caught.
    Q: How long does a United States Congressman serve?
  • A: Old wives tale.
    Q: What do cannibals find hard to digest?
  • A: Rub-a-dub-dub.
    Q: What does a masseuse do to your dub-dub?
  • A: Shareholder.
    Q: What did Sonny Bono used to be?
  • A: Skalliwags.
    Q: What does your skalli do when it’s happy?
  • A: David Frost.
    Q: On a cold morning what forms on your david?
  • A: Head and shoulders.
    Q: What do you see if you open the trunk of the Godfather’s car?
  • A: Hickory Dickory Dock.
    Q: Who do you go to when you have a pain in your hickory dickory?
  • A: “Rose Bowl.”
    Q: What do you say when it’s Rose’s turn at the bowling alley?
  • A: That darn cat.
    Q: Who ruined that darn rug?
  • A: High rollers.
    Q: Describe a stoned bowling team.
  • A: Gunga din.
    Q: What do you hear when you put an amplifier in your gunga?
  • A: “Follow the yellow brick road.”
    Q: What are good directions to a urologist’s office?
  • A: At both ends.
    Q: Where do New Yorkers put their dogs muzzles?
  • A: Igloo.
    Q: What do you use to keep your ig from falling off?
  • A: R-O-L-A-I-D-S.
    Q: How does a stupid person spell “backgammon”?
  • A: Grape Nuts.
    Q: What are Ernest and Julio Gallo?
  • A: Supervisor.
    Q: What does Clark Kent wear to keep the sun out of his eyes?
  • A: Crabgrass.
    Q: What do crabs get high on?
  • A: Shake-N-Bake.
    Q: Describe a double feature with Earthquake and The Towering Inferno.
  • A: Blazing Saddles.
    Q: What do they put on horses at the Preparation H Ranch?
  • A: Flypaper.
    Q: What do you use to gift wrap a zipper?
  • A: Deep freeze.
    Q: Name an Eskimo porno film.
  • A: Bedbug.
    Q: What would Republicans use to eavesdrop on a hooker?

Say What?

All evening long four card players had been pestered by Morris, a self-proclaimed genius who commented on everyone’s poker hand and style of play. When Morris went out of the room for a moment, they hit on a plan to silence him.

“Let’s make up a game no one ever heard of,” one of them said. “Then he’ll have to shut up.”

The busybody Morris returned. The dealer tore two cards in half and gave them to the man on his left. He tore the corners off three cards and spread them out in front of the man opposite him. Then he tore five cards in quarters, gave 15 pieces to the man on his right and kept five himself.

“I have a mingle,” he said. “I’ll bet a dollar.”

“I have a snazzle,” the next man announced. “I’ll raise you two dollars.”

The third man folded without betting, and the fourth, after much deliberation, said, “I’ve got a farfle. I’ll raise you five dollars.”

Morris shook his head vehemently. “You’re crazy,” he said. “You’re never going to beat a mingle and a snazzle with a lousy farfle!”

Can I Speak to Ben, Please?

It was last Wednesday night, and I was sitting in my room watching television when the phone rang.

“Hello?” I said.

A girl’s voice came over the line. “Can I speak to Ben, please?”

I live by myself, and my name definitely is not Ben. It was probably a wrong number and I was bored.

I replied, “I’m sorry, he’s not in right now. Can I take a message?”

“Do you know what time he’ll be back?” she responded.

“I think he said he’d be home around 10:00.”

Silence on the other end… a confused silence.

“Is this Steve?”

My name isn’t Steve, either. This was definitely a wrong number.

So I replied, “Yes, it is. Do you want to leave a message for Ben?”

“Well… he said he would be home tonight and asked me to call him,” she said in a slightly irritated voice.

I replied, “Well, he went out with Karen about an hour ago, and said that he would be back at 10:00.”

A shocked voice now: “Who’s Karen?!”

“The girl he went out with.”

“I know that! I mean… who is she?”

“I don’t know her last name. Look, do you want me to leave a message for Ben?”

“Yes… please do. Tell him to call me when he gets home.”

She was sounding pretty irate at this point, and I could hear her temper flaring. “I sure will. Is this Jennifer?”

She exploded, “Who’s Jennifer?”

Apparently she wasn’t.

“Well… he’s going out with Jennifer at 10:00. I thought you were her. Sorry… it was an honest mistake.”

“Ben’s the one that’s made the mistake! Tell him that Alice called him and the she’s very upset and that I would like him to call me as soon as he gets home.”

I smiled and said, “Okay, I will… but Becky isn’t going to like this…”

*Click*

Energizer Bunny Found Dead

Today, the world was stunned by the news of the death of the Energizer Bunny. He was six years old. Authorities believe the death occurred at approximately 8:42 P.M. last night. Best known as the irritating pink bunny who kept going and going and going, Pinky, as he was known to his friends, was alone at the time of his death. An emergency autopsy was performed early this morning. Chief medical examiner, Dura Cell, concluded that the cause of death was acute cardiac arrest induced by sexual over-stimulation. Apparently, someone had put Mr. Bunny’s batteries in backwards and he kept coming and coming and coming.

Breakfast

A little boy came down to breakfast. Since he lived on a farm, his mother asked if he had done his chores. “Not yet,” said the little boy. His mother tells him he can’t have any breakfast until he does his chores.

Well, he’s a little pissed, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig.

He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal.

“How come I don’t get any eggs and bacon? Why don’t I have any milk in my cereal?” he asks.

“Well,” his mother says, “I saw you kick a chicken, so you don’t get any eggs. I saw you kick the pig, so you don’t get any bacon, either. I also saw you kick the cow, so you aren’t getting any milk this morning.”

Just about then, his father comes down for breakfast, and he kicks the cat as he’s walking into the kitchen. The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says, “Are you going to tell him, or should I?”

The Braggart

The strong young man at the construction site was bragging that he could outdo anyone in a feat of strength. He made a special case of making fun of one of the older workmen. After several minutes, the older worker had had enough.

“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is,” he said. “I will bet a week’s wages that I can haul something in a wheelbarrow over to that outbuilding that you won’t be able to wheel back.”

“You’re on, old man,” the braggart replied. “Let’s see what you got.”

The old man reached out and grabbed the wheelbarrow by the handles. Then, nodding to the young man, he said… “All right. Get in!”

Baby Boomer Woes

  • Then: Killer weed
    Now: Weed killer
  • Then: Paar
    Now: AARP
  • Then: The Grateful Dead
    Now: Dr. Kevorkian
  • Then: Being caught with Hustler magazine
    Now: Being caught by Hustler magazine
  • Then: Hoping for a BMW
    Now: Hoping for a BM
  • Then: Getting your head stoned
    Now: Getting your headstone
  • Then: Keg
    Now: EKG
  • Then: Passing the driving test
    Now: Passing the vision test
  • Then: Watching John Glenn’s historic flight with your folks.
    Now: Watching John Glenn’s historic flight with your kids.
  • Then: Swallowing acid
    Now: Swallowing antacid
  • Then: Obsessing over your PSAT scores
    Now: Obsessing over your PSA scores
  • Then: You’re growing pot
    Now: Your growing pot
  • Then: Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Elizabeth Taylor
    Now: Trying not to look like Marlon Brando or Elizabeth Taylor
  • Then: The perfect high
    Now: The perfect high-yield mutual fund
  • Then: Long hair
    Now: Longing for hair
  • Then: Fighting to get rid of the lying president
    Now: Fighting to keep the lying president
  • Then: President Johnson
    Now: The president’s johnson
  • Then: Acid rock
    Now: Acid reflux
  • Then: Getting out to a new, hip joint
    Now: Getting a new hip joint

Blended Magazines

  • Hot Rod McCalls
    A monthly magazine geared for wives and girlfriends of automobile enthusiasts who want to dress in the latest fashions when going to the Auto Show.
  • Reader’s Digestive System Review
    A periodical devoted to presenting condensations of new research and reviews gleaned
    from internal medicine and gastroenterology journals.
  • Southern Living Field and Strems
    A tastefully done periodical presenting a wide variety of tips for women living in the
    southern US covering topics from quilting, to traditional home decorating, to how to field dress the deer carcass your husband brings home.
  • Car and Driver TIME
    Targeting the man who wants to be up on the stock market just as much as he wants to be up on stock cars.
  • Omni Mechanics Illustrated
    Offers schematics and blueprints for do-it-yourself-ers who are interested in building their own trans-dimensional portals and one-man interplanetary vehicles.
  • Scientific American Bazaar
    For the stylish research associate who wants to have more than white lab coats in her closet.

Ooops!

Hey Buddy,

There was a little “incident” at your house today while you were gone. Please allow me to explain:

I was watching T.V. and I heard this beeping going off in the kitchen. The first thing I thought of was the smoke detector going off so I ran into the kitchen and checked everything out. By the time I got to the kitchen, the beeping had stopped and I couldn’t smell any smoke.

I went back to watching my movie and I kept hearing a beep every minute. I knew that the type of smoke detector that you have is the type that took a few minutes to reset itself. I kept watching my movie, and about 10 minutes later I was really getting my self in a bunchy twitch cause that beeping continued.

I paused the movie, ran out to the kitchen, unhooked the detector, and went back to the movie.

The beeping continued.

Having a college degree in electronics, I knew that the capacitors could hold a charge after the batteries were removed. About 20 minutes later, I was really getting heat stroke because I could still hear the beeping. And I got so mad, I went out and grabbed a pair of wire cutters and cut the measly spud pocket speaker off the smoke detector and left it sitting on the counter.

I sat back down and heard “beep”.

Now I was steamed. Just dang fuming. I listened to that “beep” about three more times, then I finally got a hammer and pounded the ever loving life out of your smoke detector on the counter (while I was pounding I heard “beep”).

It was really getting me mad. I sat back down and resumed the movie and sure enough “beep”. I had the wire cutters in my hand and I went out (curious to see what the heck could still be running it) and cut all the little parts into teeny tiny weenie pieces, and put half into a little plastic container and left half on the counter. I took half the parts over to the living room thinking if it beeps I know it’s these, and half the parts I left on the counter knowing it would be them.

In moments I heard the parts in the kitchen beep. So I took them into the living room and spread them on the table, staring at them, saying to myself “the part that beeps, will get smashed” Not three seconds later, the parts I just had, now on the counter in the kitchen beeped. I was furious. I thought to myself, (his smoke detector is possessed). I brought all the parts into the living room and laid them out on the coffee table. I was staring at them, just waiting for one of them to beep so I could smash the snot out of it.

All of a sudden, I hear “beep”, but it was coming from the kitchen. I walked out there, all freaked out. I just waited.. and waited.. it seemed like hours but was only 30 seconds later, I heard the mystifying “beep” coming from your jacket. I looked in the jacket and it was your beeper that you had left at home by accident. All I could do was take my hammer and beat the ever loving snot out of your beeper because I was the one who paged you.

I’ll Have to Call You Back

I was in in the public restroom – I barely sat down when I heard a voice in the other stall: “Hi, how are you?”
Me: embarrassed, “Doin’ fine!”
Stall: “So what are you up to?”
Me: “Uhhh, I’m like you, just sitting here.”
Stall: “Can I come over?”
Me: (attitude) “No, I’m a little busy right now!!”
Stall: “Listen, I’ll have to call you back. There’s an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions!