Broken glass

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The Talmud dictates that there should be “awe and trembling” upon a couple getting married. The destruction of a glass has its roots in superstition, but it took one pissed-off rabbi to carry the odd practice over to Jewish weddings.
But instead of smashing a glass as tradition dictates, most Jewish weddings these days have the groom smash a cheap light bulb wrapped in a napkin.
Which means, of course, those weddings aren’t real weddings at all. Those couples are living in sin and shall be damned for it.
What do Jews break for a divorce?
The pre-nup, of course.

Open wide

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I swear I didn’t mean to kill the Tooth Fairy.
I guess he forgot me or something, so twenty years later he’s playing catch-up. When he came barging into my house last night, I woke up and shot him with the gun I keep under my pillow..
Now he’s buried the back yard, tutu and all.
Of course, I kept his bag of coins. All I need to do is pull a tooth out from under a pillow and the appropriate change just appears in there. All I need are tons of teeth.
Open wide. This won’t hurt a bit.

The Tortoise and The Patsy

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“Is everyone ready?” said the Owl.
“Ready!” said the Hare.
“Ready!” said the Tortoise.
The Rat poked its nose from the undergrowth and winked at the Tortoise. “Ready,” it said.
The Owl shrieked “GO!” and the Hare was gone like a bolt of lightning.
The Tortoise watched and chuckled.

The Hare sped along the racecourse he’d let the Tortoise pick out, through meadows and fields and finally down towards the farmhouse…
*SNAP*
The Hare shrieked in agony as four traps grabbed his body and ripped open his skin to the bone.

The Rat calculated their winnings.
The Tortoise munched lettuce.

The taste was not so sweet

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Like Monaco and Andorra, the pocket state of Vinodulce has sat peacefully in the mountains of Europe for centuries, retaining its own local culture and charm.
Count Vinodulce’s descendants have been excellent, wise rulers in all aspects save one: punctuality.
They are notoriously late for everything. Even their own funerals.
So, to keep up appearances, the Count vainly adjusts clock and calendar.
As a result, the ruling family always arrives on time. Hours, days, weeks, and even whole years are simply cast aside and ignored.
For all its modern amenities, Vinodulce is still quite literally living in the Seventeenth Century.

The Adventures of Mustard Man – Chapter 14

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“Justice League isn’t answering, Mayor Bloomberg,” said the assistant.
“Have you tried paging?” said Bloomberg.
“Twice,” said the assistant. “Most are old numbers. One was a pizza delivery guy, and another was someone offering me a dimebag.”
“Have you tried calling that Mustard Man?” said the mayor.
“Um, all he has is mustard,” said the assistant. “No super powers.”
“Just mustard?” said Bloomberg. “Then why is he a superhero?”
“He isn’t,” said the assistant.
The mayor leaned back in his chair and sighed. “What’s the number of the guy selling weed?”
“The usual?”
“Yeah,” said Bloomberg. “And a pizza, too.”

A face no mother could love

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All of John’s men were dead, so he hid underneath them for cover.
Strange shadows lurched along shattered walls. Something was walking towards John, but it was with a step neither robot nor man.
John tried to remember what Mother said his father had told her about the robots. Something about…
The something wandered close to a burning barrel. Its twisted, laughing face silently peered in all directions before it shambled off.
“The 600 series had rubber skin,” he mumbled to himself. “We spotted them easy.”
No mother could love that face, not that the thing ever had a mother.

The Wacky Adventures of Abraham Lincoln 34

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Lincoln hated press conferences.
Okay, he didn’t hate the delicious snacks offered there. The seats were comfy, too.
Those damn reporters! Ever since the war began, the press had turned against him.
Better open with a funny quote, he thought.
“Whenever I hear any one arguing for slavery I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally.”
A shriveled crone in the front row stood up, clutching her notepad with claw-like hands.
“Is the Stanton Memo true?” she asked. “Didn’t your administration provoke The South states into secession?”
Damn Helen Thomas, thought Abe. Won’t you ever die?

The Wacky Adventures of Abraham Lincoln 33

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Abe spent a lot of time in the White House Telegraph Office during the war, waiting for news and casualty figures. But as the war progressed, the delays mysteriously increased.
“Are the rebels damaging transmission lines?” asked Abe.
“No, sir,” said the operator. “It’s these damned advertisements for canned pork products tying things up.”
“Pork products?” asked the president.
“Yes,” said the operator. “If only there was a name for them.”
“Well, let me know when offers come through to thicken my penis,” said Abe. “It’s certainly long enough to reach the ground by now.”
“Aye, sir,” said the operator.

Don’t Pay The Catapultman

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“NEXT!” shouted a voice.
Arthur spat out the coin and handed it to the robed specter on the shore.
“Where’s your boat?” he asked.
“Repairs,” growled the ferryless ferryman. “Leaky hull.”
“So how do I get cross?” asked Arthur.
“Hop on,” said the ferryman, pointing to a catapult.
Arthur smirked. “Is it safe?”
“You’re already dead,” said the ferryman, shrugging. “What do you care?”
Arthur climbed on the catapult, and the ferryman grinned.
“Ready?”
“N-”
The ferryman pulled the lever, and Arthur was flung screaming into the gloomy mist.
“Replace me with a toll bridge, will they?” he grumbled. “NEXT!”

Built like a brick…

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Bubba stepped back from the finished structure and wiped his brow with his cap.
“Nice outhouse,” said Cletus. “Purty, too.”
“Thanks,” said Bubba. “No damn tornado’s gonna knock this sucker down. I used rock-solid stone.”
“What’s with them statues on top?” asked Cletus.
“Gargoyles,” said Bubba. “Looked sorta like that Notre Dame church, so I reckoned that it needed some gargoyles.”
“Mind if I try it out?” asked Cletus.
“Go right ahead,” said Bubba.
Cletus walked up to the outhouse, and then walked all the way around it.
“Where’s the door?” asked Cletus.
“Door?” said Bubba.
Cletus laughed. Bubba didn’t.