Sep 26 2005
Not a Jack Handey, I swear!
When I was growing up, my favorite pet was my cat Boots. I fed him, played with him, and taught him tricks. Later, when he took out my jugular with a single swipe of his mighty paw, I realized Boots wasn’t a cat at all, but a ferocious tiger.
September 27th, 2005 at 9:18 am
I forgot to tell you I got mooned the other day by some random kids in a car. I was just walking across the street to get a sandwich. I guess you could say it took me by surprise. Shocking mixed with gross. A little laughing on the inside. A smidge of disdain. The good old days.
October 26th, 2005 at 4:55 pm
I do not believe that you are in any danger of replacing the talented Jack Handey at what he does best, which is making-up silly, little stories. This tall-tale does not capture the imagination nor does it have any plausibility at all. There is no build-up towards the end, and the punch line is all wrong. Better luck next time! If you need some pointers with comedy, please call!!! (I am a connoisseur on the subject.)