What's So Funny?
Russell Gayer, author speaker
Category: humor
From Frazzled to Frayed
A few months ago, the Washington County Road Department, in their infinite wisdom, decided to grade our dirt road. This is a process whereby they fill the smooth, clean ruts that we have spent months honing to a near-asphalt finish, and fill them with… Continue Reading “From Frazzled to Frayed”
Ramen Gruel
Do you remember when every can of Pork & Beans contained one or two tiny cubes of a white, tofu-looking substance? Supposedly, this was “The Pork” responsible for top billing in the product’s name. Even though these morsels appeared to have no flavor of… Continue Reading “Ramen Gruel”
Walmartian Tour, 2012 (reprise)
I’ve been accused of a lot of things in the past three years. Putting gum in Janet’s hair, planting a whoopee cushion in Sandra’s seat, and singing Buck owens’ “I’ve Got A Tiger By Tail,” at the top of my lungs until the bus… Continue Reading “Walmartian Tour, 2012 (reprise)”
Weekend at the Quilt Guild
Last Friday morning, I arrived at the Inn of the Ozarks in Eureka Springs only to be greeted by this lovely sign on the marquee. Evidently, we were in for quite an adventure in travel as they had repeated the word twice. I imagined… Continue Reading “Weekend at the Quilt Guild”
Spin Cycle
This weekend, I’ll be rubbing elbows with talented writers, editors, and publishers at the 48th Annual Ozark Creative Writers Conference in Eureka Springs. I think I’ll go incognito and dress as Hemingway, Faulkner, or Stephen King. They seem to have grown tired of my… Continue Reading “Spin Cycle”
One Idiot Short of a Village
The company I work for is continually reinventing itself. We’re even considering adopting an Aretha Franklin song and altering the lyrics to “Change, change, change . . . .” Most people have hard time adjusting to change, but I tend to respond to it… Continue Reading “One Idiot Short of a Village”
Swing for the Fences
When Connie and her sister were teenagers, they lived half-a-mile from Dickson Street, which was party central in the college town of Fayetteville, Arkansas. After Mom and Step-Dad had gone to bed, the girls would out slip out their bedroom window and hang out… Continue Reading “Swing for the Fences”
Skiing Lake Loggerhead
When the sky would blacken with storm clouds and the sound of thunder shook the very ground we stood on, my father was fond of saying, “Looks like it’s fixin’ to come a turd-floater. You boys better get inside before you wash away.” This… Continue Reading “Skiing Lake Loggerhead”
Airing It Out
Since getting rid of satellite TV, we’ve been watching a lot of cooking shows on PBS. These folks cook everything from mouth-watering steak to three-layer apple pies. I swear I’ve gained six pounds without lifting a fork. This morning, I got an idea for… Continue Reading “Airing It Out”
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