Posts Tagged Okie Boomer Humor


Obnoxious = NHS Grandstand Boozers & Alvan’s Army

I was not much of a joiner at Norman High School. I played football, and that was about it. But I was a proud member of two organisations that will go down in infamy: the Grandstand Boozers and Alvan’s Army. Both involved massive amounts of basketball, testosterone and adult beverages. Not necessarily in that order.

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Mother Nature Always Wins, And There’s the Itch

This blog has mentioned before that men are creatures of action. Sure, we spend 99% of the time in our recliners. But that other 1%? When we are in the yard and armed with cutting devices? We are creatures of action. And once we get a head of steam? There. Is. No. Stopping. Us. We will cut and […]

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‘FIGHTBALL: DYING OF SUCK’ — All the Funny in the Universe Smashed into One HILARIOUS Book

(Editor’s Note: Book giveaway completed! Thanks to everyone!)     Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Writers are supposed to write 1,000 words a day. Rain or shine. Summer and winter. In sickness and in health. Or something like that. But this blog has been on something of a hiatas hiatias hieties break of late, especially from funny. […]

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Join the Army and See the World… or Buy a Cute Little Camper Van in New Zealand!

The Missus and I need a big house so we both can have our own space. And in the land of semi-retirement, you watch your money pretty closely. So, of course, we just bought a little camper van. In our defense, it’s not really a camper van. Certainly not like the big one that two families […]

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Car Buying at 60-ish? Not Even Possible

I am now within spittin’ distance of the big 6-0 which, despite media lies, is NOT the new 40. I have carefully monitored the physical changes that go along with aging — don’t ask — but only recently have I started to consider certain mental changes. For example, I have been looking for a car […]

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Questions That Haunt Me

  Are you supposed to send checks to people who retweet your Twitter tweets and ponies to the people who give you Facebook likes, or vice versa? I need to know soon, because the ponies out back are getting really loud. How can we have a SHRED of respect for so-called “Millenials” when they, overwhelming, […]

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August in Oklahoma? Time for Murderous Two-a-Days

Other than war, there is nothing more traumatic, more hellish, than Two-A-Day football practices. Especially if they were in Oklahoma, under the brutal, scorching, relentless August heat, circa 1972-1974. I had not thought of Harve Collins in a million years. But when we drove by there recently on my ‘Merican vacation, memories came flooding back. […]

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