Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Well they call me Harry O but that is not my real name?


"Really so what is your real name?"
"Well it is a very weird name for a private dick."
"What is it something stupid like Cannon or Baranby or something?"
"No it's hungarian. My real name is Hairy Balls. It's not spelt like that but that is how it sounds."
"Ewwwwwwww. That sucks. But at least you are banging that hot chick next door. You guys sure make a lot of noise. Why is she always screaming?"
"Well she has weird tastes. She calls me her back door Santa. I always leave her a gift there."
"Man that's not cool. You could give that chick cancer or something."
"Nah that's bullshit Man. It's like them telling you cigarettes cause cancer. It's a crock of shit. Take it from me, Hairy Balls. I know what I am talking about."

5 comments:

ndspinelli said...

Who would think you would also find Harry Balls funny?

This is where I come for R&R my friend. And, I think that's why our brave vets do also. This is like the Phillipines during Viet Nam only w/o the hookers. Could you do something about that, Sgt. York?

The Dude said...

Sgt. York was a real person. Trooper York is an amalgam. Kind of like you find in old fillings.

Anonymous said...

Having a private dick is better than a public one , right? No unions.

ndspinelli said...

Allie, You're correct private dicks are not unionized. Cops and detectives are often unionized. When I was a public sector investigator in KC back in the 1970's AFSCME came in big time trying to unionize us. I listened w/ an open mind. I was younger and more liberal. I was a Vista volunteer right out of college, girl! AFSCME had some good points. But I voted against the union as did most of my colleagues. What turmed me off was the union folks were weaselly. I have a strong weasel detector. I think they got ~35% of the vote.

ricpic said...

The only good part of going to the dentist back in the old days was after the awful drilling was done they squeezed in the amalgam and it was the most wonderful sound when they pressed down on the amalgam and pressed it into place. Indescribable. Sorta like a squinky squanky sound. The only thing missing was a copy of Playboy or the experience would've been perfect. I see they're bringing meat for my cage now. Gotta go.