AT THE AISLELICIOUS GROCER…

Aisle himself escorts 2 of his employees to the back room.

Aisle: Men, I called you back here for an all-important reason. You two are my best baggers, Tip & Tuck. And I know which one of you works the hardest while the other gleans those rewards. First, about my name. Yes, truly my given name Is “Aisle”. My family hails from Scotland, the Aisle of Man, not to be confused with the similarly named real estate. I’m getting to a point here so please be patient. I am just one of just so much Maisleage, successive Aisles. My great, great, grandfather’s full name was Aisle O’Outclanish (we’re Scot Irish). They subsequently intermarried with their neighbors the Hyphens and added the Deal. But, Aisle O’Outclanish-Deals is just too costly for signage purposes, though commercially catchy, catch? So, why in the world did I call you back amongst these tinned diminishing profits? Well, each month I have my own little way of remembering and commemorating the Scottish flag, the St. Andrews Cross. The X is actually the Greek letter Chi which is emblematic of Christ & His Cross. Also, it’s a cost-effective way to remedy my homesickness. Now, where do you two laddies come in? This meeting’s two-fold. First, earnings have dropped, and we have to literally “cut” costs somewhere. And what I propose will also recreate my beloved, St. Andrews.

I’ve custom ordered our usual paper bags minus the bottoms; I save over 2 cents per bag. Why my 2 cents worth? Well, beginning today Tip (time to earn) will cross his forearms (like St. Andrews) underneath where the bottom used to be. Tuck shall then first bag the purchases with light, geometric purchases like facial tissue, toilet tissue, cereal boxes and the like. This will create a false bottom allowing you Tuck to then load heavier purchases like 6-packs of Noncola et cetera. Tip, once at the shopper’s car deftly slide your arms away. Should this be discovered one may truthfully say there is a bag basis shortage, which there truly is in this instance. When the month is out, we’ll go back to where Tip charmingly be-strides the kitty litter garnering those gratuities whilst Tuck resumes the heavy Papier lifting.

Next Month’s Special Will Be Rindless Melons…Seeds Extra…

*A Rind Is A Find…

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PLUNGER BOYS…

Detective Toggle: Yes, this appears to be another case for those renegade Plunger Boys. These derelicts formed when they, as former sewer workers, attempted to unionize and were flushed wholesale before they could.

Reporter Porcelain: How exactly can you be so sure Detective?

Toggle: Well, look, when we see that distinctive circular red, or, on occasion, black mark. It measures exactly 4.5 inches and looks well, angry. In this case it’s black, known as the Kiss of Overflow. They physically assault others with their tools of the trade.

The Porce: Why either red or black kisses, so to speak?

Toggle: Rival gangs. The Plunger Boys are the more conservative, profit-minded plumbers as they were assigned below the Wall Street District. Their distinctive marking is just a few but strong black rings, parodying how healthy stock jumps. Now, we have another rival gang known as The Manhattan Clogject. Their calling card consists of many but moderate red rings. That stands to reason as ‘Hattan is known as Red Brick City. There is however an up and coming, rising, rising, rising gang known as the Long Handles. We’ve interviewed victims who were assaulted by them. Theirs is more of fright inducement, just for thrills. They force the victims down on their backs and then they proceed to slowly roll the plunger handle up and down the person’s upper torso to just below the jaw. With each roll northward they bring the cup on the side closer and closer to the face. First, 6 inches away, then 4, then, near panic as it nearly busses the cheek. And it works, though they just want to express their frustration, the public gives them anything to just escape. But I put the public at ease, posters of these gang members are in all the hardware stores. Unlimited plumbing after hour calls for any information submitted…

Porce: Thank You Officer Toggle, like your Handle!

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AT THE PERISTALSIS TIMES…

I recently ran into someone who raved about the “Carnivore Diet”. I told him it’s well-known they’ve not many pets. Seems in those mall stores, leery potential adoptees refuse parole absent scenting All the food groups…

Reported by Just Waverlin…

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DREAM INTERPRETER CALL IN…

DELTAH WHAVE: Yes, go ahead caller and rerecall your dream please…

Yes, I have been having all these dreams where pipes appear…

May I ask your occupation?

I am a plumber…

I thought so, pipe dreams for you are common. And, may I say, if you decide to cross over into a related field, like the Brotherhood of Electrical Outletters, don’t be surprised if your dreams revise and you start seeing conduit instead of pipes…

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THE BOUNTY, AT THE HELM, 1789…

Addressing both Bligh(t)s, the Captain’s Birthday, along with the Scurvy, the Crew Presents him with a *Citrus Ship Air Freshener…

*Bartered with 3 Breadfruits with a Spanish Galleon…

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FATHER PASSING ON THE BUSINESS…

Son, You Know The First Word In Beekeeping?

Beefriend…

*Reported By Hive & Seek…

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PRESIDENT ABRAHAM LINCOLN…

Daniel Holloran, Author also of: HE STICKETH CLOSER & INDANDESCENCE ON Amazon

It has been my honor to know two people related to famous individuals, Benjamin Franklin and Abraham Lincoln. President Lincoln, the ReUnion President, is both my favorite President, and American. Besides being The beyond brilliant thinker, writer, orator, that ingenious mind of his also had a humorous outlet (out of necessity as well). Our President was also a Mirth Maker. And, so, I somewhat dedicate this blog to him domestically, and, to God who gifts all of mankind. Now, behold the photo of our President. He is holding his spectacles, and a pencil. Believe it or not it was his intent had he continued to actually begin the first Presidential blog (though he would’ve capitalized the L, hearkening back to his large log living-typical Lincoln touch). His moniker would have been: Winkin’ with Lincoln. He typically, humbly, spoke to this endeavor in the 3rd person: “Towering genius disdains a beaten path. It seeks regions hitherto unexplored.” (Le bLog). Everyone recalls Lincoln’s famous statement about U. S. Grant: “I can’t spare this man. He fights.” Our very prescient President foretold the future. It seems one Oval day he was shown a droll spirit similar to his own emulating his blogging adventures. He wrote a letter intended for that future “Running Mate” but, by circumstances, it simply was delivered, and, misdelivered via the South (the conflict and lack of postage currency kept it moving…). Crossing that mighty river it recently, finally, fell into my modest hands. I print here what was Ticonderogaed © by the President. “I boldly state here that in some distant future a character by the name of C.T. Daniel shall continue my purpose. I can’t spare this man. He blogs.”

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