little red wagon

A little boy had a little red wagon and he had his dog tied up to it. The boy was sitting in the wagon as the dog was pulling him very slowly.

A man walks by and says to the boy, “You know that if you tied that rope around the dog’s neck instead of his balls he would pull you around faster.”

The boy looked at the man and replied, “Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have the cool siren.”

Johnny paints a sign: WE MOVE ANYTHING FOR A DIME; then tells his buddy Roy to get his red wagon and both sit under a shade tree in Johnny’s front yard, waiting for business.

Kathy, across the street, is not to be outdone: WE MOVE ANYTHING FOR A NICKEL; tells Nellie to get her red wagon and both sit in Kathy’s yard.

Johnny’s pissed…how dare that GIRL? Then, a flash…and Johnny hauls Roy across the street & says, “Let’s get some laughs.”

“Say, Kathy, you move ANYTHING?”

“Give me a nickel and I’ll prove it to you.”

“Roy, give me your nickel!” He takes it and hands it to Kathy.

“What you want moved, boy?”

“Move my BOWELS!” (Johnny starts laughing.)

Kathy thinks for a few seconds and turns to her girlfriend.

“Nellie, hold this nickel while I beat the shit out of this kid.

Just recently I was honored to be selected as an Outstanding Famous Celebrity in my community to be a judge at a chili cookoff because no one else wanted to do it. Also, the original person called in sick at the last minute and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking directions to the beer wagon when the call came. I was assured by the other two judges that the chili wouldn’t be all that spicy, and they told me that I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted this great offer.

I was judge number three. Here are the scorecards from the event:

Chili #1: Mike’s Maniac Mobster Monster Chili

JUDGE 1: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.

JUDGE 2: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.

JUDGE 3: Holy smokes, what is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames out. Hope that’s the worst one. These people are crazy.

Chili #2: Arthur’s Afterburner Chili

JUDGE 1: Smoky (barbecue?) with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.

JUDGE 2: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.

JUDGE 3: Keep this out of reach of children! I’m not sure what I am supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. Shoved my way to the front of the beer line. The barmaid looks like a professional wrestler after a bad night. She was so irritated over my gagging sounds that the snake tattoo under her eye started to twitch. She has arms like Popeye and a face like Winston Churchill. I will NOT pick a fight with her.

Chili #3: Fred’s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili.

JUDGE 1: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.

JUDGE 2: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.

JUDGE 3: This has got to be a joke. Call the EPA, I’ve located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been sneezing Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now and got out of my way so I could make it to the beer wagon. The barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. She said her friends call her “Sally”. Probably behind her back they call her “Forklift”.

Chili #4: Bubba’s Black Magic

JUDGE 1: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.

JUDGE 2: A hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or some other mild food; not much of a chili.

JUDGE 3: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Sally was standing behind me with fresh refills so I wouldn’t have to dash over to see her. When she winked at me her snake sort of coiled and uncoiled - it’s kind of cute.

Chili #5: Linda’s Legal Lip Remover

JUDGE 1: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

JUDGE 2: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.

JUDGE 3: My ears are ringing and I can no longer focus my eyes. I belched and four people in front of me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed hurt when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. Sort of irritates me that one of the other judges asked me to stop screaming.

Chili #6: Vera’s Very Vegetarian Variety

JUDGE 1: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spice and peppers.

JUDGE 2: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.

JUDGE 3: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous flames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except Sally. I asked if she wants to go dancing later.

Chili #7: Susan’s Screaming Sensation Chili

JUDGE 1: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.

JUDGE 2: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef threw in canned chili peppers at the last minute. I should note that I am worried about JUDGE #3, he appears to be in a bit of distress.

JUDGE 3: You could throw a hand grenade in my mouth and pull the pin and I wouldn’t feel it. I’ve lost the sight in one eye and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My clothes are covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth at some point. Good, at autopsy they’ll know what killed me. Go Sally, save yourself before it’s too late! I’ve decided to stop breathing, it’s too painful and I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air I’ll just let it in through the hole in my stomach. Call the X-Files people and tell them I’ve found a super nova on my tongue.

Chili #8: Helen’s Mount Saint Chili

JUDGE 1: This final entry is a good, balanced chili, neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when JUDGE #3 fell and pulled the chili pot on top of himself.

JUDGE 2: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

JUDGE 3: Momma?

Just recently I was honored to be selected as an Outstanding Famous Celebrity in my community to be a judge at a chili cookoff because no one else wanted to do it. Also, the original person called in sick at the last minute and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking directions to the beer wagon when the call came. I was assured by the other two judges that the chili wouldn’t be all that spicy, and they told me that I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted this great offer.

I was judge number three. Here are the scorecards from the event:

Chili #1: Mike’s Maniac Mobster Monster Chili

JUDGE 1: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.

JUDGE 2: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.

JUDGE 3: Holy smokes, what is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames out. Hope that’s the worst one. These people are crazy.

Chili #2: Arthur’s Afterburner Chili

JUDGE 1: Smoky (barbecue?) with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.

JUDGE 2: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.

JUDGE 3: Keep this out of reach of children! I’m not sure what I am supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. Shoved my way to the front of the beer line. The barmaid looks like a professional wrestler after a bad night. She was so irritated over my gagging sounds that the snake tattoo under her eye started to twitch. She has arms like Popeye and a face like Winston Churchill. I will NOT pick a fight with her.

Chili #3: Fred’s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili.

JUDGE 1: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.

JUDGE 2: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.

JUDGE 3: This has got to be a joke. Call the EPA, I’ve located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been sneezing Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now and got out of my way so I could make it to the beer wagon. The barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. She said her friends call her “Sally”. Probably behind her back they call her “Forklift”.

Chili #4: Bubba’s Black Magic

JUDGE 1: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.

JUDGE 2: A hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or some other mild food; not much of a chili.

JUDGE 3: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Sally was standing behind me with fresh refills so I wouldn’t have to dash over to see her. When she winked at me her snake sort of coiled and uncoiled - it’s kind of cute.

Chili #5: Linda’s Legal Lip Remover

JUDGE 1: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

JUDGE 2: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.

JUDGE 3: My ears are ringing and I can no longer focus my eyes. I belched and four people in front of me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed hurt when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. Sort of irritates me that one of the other judges asked me to stop screaming.

Chili #6: Vera’s Very Vegetarian Variety

JUDGE 1: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spice and peppers.

JUDGE 2: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.

JUDGE 3: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous flames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except Sally. I asked if she wants to go dancing later.

Chili #7: Susan’s Screaming Sensation Chili

JUDGE 1: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.

JUDGE 2: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef threw in canned chili peppers at the last minute. I should note that I am worried about JUDGE #3, he appears to be in a bit of distress.

JUDGE 3: You could throw a hand grenade in my mouth and pull the pin and I wouldn’t feel it. I’ve lost the sight in one eye and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My clothes are covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth at some point. Good, at autopsy they’ll know what killed me. Go Sally, save yourself before it’s too late! I’ve decided to stop breathing, it’s too painful and I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air I’ll just let it in through the hole in my stomach. Call the X-Files people and tell them I’ve found a super nova on my tongue.

Chili #8: Helen’s Mount Saint Chili

JUDGE 1: This final entry is a good, balanced chili, neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when JUDGE #3 fell and pulled the chili pot on top of himself.

JUDGE 2: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

JUDGE 3: Momma?

It was the first day after Christmas vacation and the teacher was asking the kids, “What did you get for Christmas?”

The first kid she asked said “I got a doll and a tape player.”

The teacher asked the next boy what he got for Christmas. He answered, “A soccer ball and a t-shirt”

The next boy answered, “A puppy and a little red wagon.” The teacher wanted to go to the next kid but the boy started telling a story. He said, “I had a lot of fun with the wagon and the puppy and I put the puppy in the wagon and pushed it down the hill. The wagon hit a curb and the little red handle on the little red wagon went straight up the puppy’s rear-end!”

The teacher said “Oh my, you mean rectum?”

“No,” said the little boy, “I nearly killed him.”