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Amazing trained Michigan cat

A guy walks into a bar in Ann Arbor wearing a Michigan jersey. And carrying a cat that also has a Michigan jersey on with a little Wolverine helmet on his head, too.

The guy says to the bartender, “Can my cat and I watch the Michigan game here? My TV at home broke down and my cat and I always watch the game together”.

The bartender replies, “Normally, cats wouldn’t be allowed in the bar, but it’s not very busy in here right now, so you and the cat can have a seat at the end of the bar. But, if there’s any trouble with you or the cat, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

The guy agrees, and he and his cat start watching the game. Pretty soon Michigan manages to kick a field goal and the excited cat jumps up on the bar, walks all the way down and gives everyone a high five.

The bartender says, “Hey, that’s pretty cool! What does he do for a touchdown?”

The guy answers, “I don’t know, I’ve only had him for 2 years.”

JOHN L. SMITH FAILS TO FINISH SANDWICH, PUZZLE

Consider this early pre-reading for the trip to East Lansing.

EDSBS ? Archive ? JOHN L. SMITH FAILS TO FINISH SANDWICH, PUZZLE

EAST LANSING, MI–Michigan State Coach John L. Smith was unable to finish a pastrami on rye sandwich at Side Streets Deli today, citing the overly generous portions of lunchmeat on the sandwich and the “really thick bread” it was served on.

“It was just too much for me,” said Smith, packing the remaining half of the sandwich into wax paper sheepishly. “All that meat and bread. I felt pretty confident going into the second piece, but one bite and I was finished. They really pile on the meat at that place, I tell you.”

Are You Marcus Vick?

The “Are You Marcus Vick” poll. My favorite Q is number 6:

6. Your favorite color is:

a.) Periwinkle

b.) Red

c.) Why are you asking me this shit? What’s my favorite color? What kind of faggot-ass shit is that? Why are you asking me that when you know I’m strapped. Yeah, you heard me punk. D-Eagle strapped. You see this? That’s killin’ steel right there, son–back the fuck up with that color shit. That’s right, back. The. Fuck. Up. Now we got some respect going on here. What? What, huh?!? What!!!