Friday, April 16, 2010
ARMAGEDDON
GRAMMY: Oh, Lord. Don’t tell me. Jules is back and you’re in one of his plays?
ME: How did you know, Grammy?
GRAMMY: Why else would you be dressed like that? So what’s the play about? A day in Hell?
ME: Close, Grammy. It’s about Armageddon. Jules thinks it’ll be a hit, what with all this interest in 2012.
GRAMMY: 2012?
ME: You know. When the world’s supposed to end.
GRAMMY: Says who?
ME: The Mayans. Although they don’t really say it. Their calendar stops in 2012, and people are saying it’s because it’s the end of the world.
GRAMMY: People are idiots. Everyone knows the world will end when God says so. And He isn’t saying.
ME: Gee. I wonder why? Could it be because he doesn’t exist? Now, I’ve got to get going or I’ll be late. See you.
GRAMMY: Wait for me.
ME: You’re going to attend one of Jules’ plays?
GRAMMY: I wouldn’t miss it for the end of the world. You’ve just insulted God. This is gonna be one hell of a disaster.
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
PHILOSOPHY
JULIUS: Like my poster, Grammy?
GRAMMY: A black blur with words too tiny to read? I’d hang it on my wall.
ME: It’s not a blur, Grammy. That’s Earth. And isn’t that a great quote?
GRAMMY: Quote? It’s a dissertation saying we’re all a bunch of worthless nothings.
ME: Well, it’s true Grammy. In a way. The problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.
GRAMMY: You’re quoting movies now?
ME: It does suit the message.
GRAMMY: Yeah, well in my topsy-turvy world, the problems of three people may not amount to a hill of beans, but this is our hill and these are our beans!
TYPHUS: Hey! That’s from The Naked Gun. Wasn’t OJ great in that?
GRAMMY: Yeah. Too bad he turned out to be a murderer. Would have made a hell of an actor.
ME: Grammy, we’re talking about philosophy here. And science. And Carl Sagan. Not to mention Casablanca, the best movie ever made. You’re comparing all that to OJ and The Naked Gun?
GRAMMY: Hey, you watch your movies and I’ll watch mine. Now get the boy a thumb tack and let him hang up his poster.
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
MEN WITHOUT SHIRTS
ME: Where have you been, Grammy?
GRAMMY: Over at Alfie’s.
ME: Alfie's?
GRAMMY: Hey, just because you’re mad at him doesn’t mean I have to be.
ME: I thought you thought he was weird.
GRAMMY: He is.
ME: So why would you go over to see him?
GRAMMY: I didn’t go over to see him. I went over to see his friends.
ME: His friends?
GRAMMY: He’s got a dozen half-dressed men over there working on some monstrosity.
ME: A dozen?
GRAMMY: Give or take.
ME: Half dressed?
GRAMMY: And in their prime.
ME: Well.
GRAMMY: Well, what?
ME: Well, why are we sitting here looking at each other? Let’s go, Grammy. I think it’s time Alfie and I made up.
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Friday, April 9, 2010
UNEMPLOYMENT
ME: You know, I could get used to being unemployed.
GRAMMY: Could? Seems you have.
ME: Funny, Grammy. But it’s really nice not being slave to a job you go to for no other reason than to make money. This is real freedom, waking up and knowing you can do whatever you want.
GRAMMY: Yeah, if doing what you want is sitting around the house all day.
ME: I don’t sit around the house all day.
GRAMMY: You’re right. You don’t. You sit around my house all day.
ME: Well, what else am I supposed to do? I am on unemployment.
GRAMMY: Go volunteer somewhere. Climb a mountain. Do something exciting or interesting instead of sitting on your ass all day.
ME: You know, Grammy, I think you’re right. I’ll see you later.
GRAMMY: Where are you going?
ME: Shopping. I think it’s time I splurged a bit on myself.
GRAMMY: Of course. What else is an unemployment check for?
ME: I’ll buy a new outfit or two, and maybe even a new clothes dryer. The old one has been shrinking my clothes lately. See ya.
GRAMMY: Lord, a new dryer. What she really needs is a mirror.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
MUSIC LESSON
ME: Grammy? What’s snowflake doing outside?
GRAMMY: Looks to me like she’s sucking up to Alfie’s dog. You’d think the dumb dog would bite her head off.
ME: How did she get out there?
GRAMMY: I let her out.
ME: Why? She’s a house cat. She could get lost. Or hit by a car. I’m going out and getting her.
GRAMMY: Sorry. You can’t.
ME: Why not?
GRAMMY: You might get mugged or hit by a car. Maybe an airplane will fall out of the sky right on top of you.
ME: You’re being ridiculous, Grammy.
GRAMMY: Gee, no kidding?
ME: I’m not that bad.
GRAMMY: No. You’re worse. Now leave the damn cat alone.
ME: But what if she doesn’t come . . . ? Oh! I get it. You’re teaching me a lesson in that warped way of yours. It’s like that Sting song. If you love someone, set them free!
GRAMMY: No. It’s like the Guns ‘N Roses song. I used to love her, but I had to kill her. The damn cat has scratched the hell out of all my furniture and she isn’t setting foot in here again.
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Monday, April 5, 2010
BELLY BUTTONS
JULIUS: Whatcha doing, Grammy?
GRAMMY: Just looking for something.
JULIUS: Looking for what?
GRAMMY: Oh, never mind. What are you doing?
JULIUS: Looking at my belly button.
GRAMMY: Your belly button?
JULIUS: Uh, huh. Typhus has an outie. I have an innie. What do you have?
GRAMMY: Ha! I haven’t seen my belly button in years, boy. I’m afraid to look.
JULIUS: What’s it for?
GRAMMY: What’s it for? It’s for people to stick their fingers in. You know, like you do with your ears and your nose.
JULIUS: But what if you have an outie?
GRAMMY: Well, then you get to push it in and out like a button.
JULIUS: Why?
GRAMMY: Why? Well, why are you poking around at it now?
JULIUS: I don’t know. Something to do.
GRAMMY: Well, there you go. Sometimes, you just have nothing to do and your belly button is always handy.
JULIUS: You’re so smart, Grammy. You know everything.
GRAMMY: Yeah, except for what the hell I came out here looking for.
Friday, April 2, 2010
EASTER RAT
JULIUS: Mom! Grammy! Look what Typhus gave me.
ME: A rat?
TYPHUS: It’s not just any rat. It’s the Easter Rat.
GRAMMY: Don’t you mean Easter Bunny?
TYPHUS: No. The Easter Bunny’s dead. The rat killed him.
GRAMMY: Oh, Lord.
TYPHUS: It’s true. My Mom told me. That’s why I stopped getting Easter baskets when I was six. The Easter Rat ate the Easter Bunny.
GRAMMY: Yeah? So who’s delivering Easter baskets now?
JULIUS: Nobody. That’s why I never got one.
ME: Julius, you never got a basket because . . .
GRAMMY: Because Typhus is right. The rat ate the bunny. Now why the hell do you want to keep a killer rat?
JULIUS: Someone has to. Or else he might go out and kill other bunnies.
TYPHUS: Yeah. It’s like rat jail, Grammy.
JULIUS: Come on, Typhus. Let’s go out and play with him.
GRAMMY: Well, that was one hell of a story, huh? It explained why the boy doesn’t get a basket, and makes him feel important, too. He’s saving bunnies from a killer rat.
ME: I don’t believe you. Or Typhus.
GRAMMY: Yeah, well, Julius did. That Typhus is going to make a great politician some day.
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
OMG!
ME: Hello, Grammy!
(no answer)
ME: Grammy!
(no answer)
ME: Grammy? Oh, my . . . Julius, quick. Call 911.
JULIUS: Is she dead?
ME: I don’t know. Call 911.
JULIUS: The phone won’t work. I think they’re both dead.
ME: Oh, my God. Grammy? Grammy?
GRAMMY: Ha! April Fools!
ME: Grammy!
GRAMMY: Thought I was dead, didn’t you?
ME: Yes! Why would you do something like that?
GRAMMY: What, are you deaf? I said April Fools.
ME: April Fool’s Day is tomorrow, Grammy. Not today.
GRAMMY: Well, what’s the point of playing a damn joke on April Fool’s Day? Then you’d know it was a joke. Besides, you don’t come over here on Thursdays.
ME: I can’t believe you did that, Grammy. I could kill you!
GRAMMY: Ha! A minute ago you were in tears because you thought I was dead. Now you’re gonna kill me? Make up your mind. Do you want me dead or alive?
ME: I want you alive, Grammy, so I can kill you myself. Come on, Julius. We’re leaving.
GRAMMY: Hey! Where are you going? I thought you were gonna kill me? Sheesh. That woman will never amount to anything. No follow through.
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Monday, March 29, 2010
CRAZY BABY
BABY: (runs through apartment) YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!
GRAMMY: What the hell was that?
ME: The baby from hell.
GRAMMY: Oooh. Not our usual Barney self today, are we?
ME: Shut up, Grammy. I’m not in the mood.
BABY: (knocks kitchen chairs down) WHEEEEE.
GRAMMY: Okay. Who is she and where did she come from?
ME: It’s my neighbor’s daughter. Her babysitter cancelled and she was in a bind, so I volunteered.
BABY: (slams kitchen door over and over) YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!
ME: She just doesn’t stop. It’s been like this all day.
GRAMMY: So you brought her here? To my house? What the hell is wrong with you?
(Baby pulls knickknack shelf over) CRASH
ME: I don’t know what to do, Grammy. I can’t get her to stop.
BABY: (runs past) YAYAYAYAYAYAY!
GRAMMY: Lord! She’s like the Energizer Bunny on speed. You try to catch her. I’ll go get the whiskey.
ME: This is no time to be drinking, Grammy.
(Baby rips off diaper and flings it)
GRAMMY: It’s not for me. It’s for her.
ME: Oh! Good idea.
(twenty minutes later. Baby’s asleep)
ME: Well, that was an experience.
GRAMMY: Yep. I’m telling you, Barbara. There’s nothing a bit of whiskey can’t fix.
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Friday, March 26, 2010
BEGGING
GRAMMY: I saw your ex today. He’s out in front of the supermarket begging.
ME: Begging?
GRAMMY: Yeah. He was bent over on the ground, cup in front of him, scrounging for money. Even got the cat and dog in on the act.
ME: Oh, Grammy. He wasn’t begging. He trained the cat and dog to do that ages ago. It’s the art of Street Performance.
GRAMMY: Well, that’s exactly what he was doing - performing the art of begging in the street. And how the hell is that gonna help Julius?
ME: What do you mean?
GRAMMY: Admit it, Barbara. The boy has idiots for parents.
ME: That’s nonsense, Grammy.
GRAMMY: Yeah, well tell him that when he goes to school and everyone makes fun of him because his father is begging outside the supermarket.
ME: I told you. He’s not begging. He’s performing. And even if you don’t understand that, other people will.
GRAMMY: Well, if you’re not gonna do something about it, I am.
ME: Grammy? Where are you going with that rifle?
GRAMMY: The supermarket. I’m gonna put on a little performance of my own.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
ORANGE
JULIUS: Grammy, I need help. I need to write down ten things that are orange. Besides an orange.
GRAMMY: And what do you have so far?
JULIUS: A pumpkin.
GRAMMY: That’s it?
JULIUS: Uh, huh.
GRAMMY: Well, sweet potatoes are orange. And life jackets.
JULIUS: Oh, and goldfish. Remember when we ate one?
GRAMMY: Yeah. It was kind of yummy. Wasn’t it?
JULIUS: Kind of wiggly, too.
GRAMMY: So, what else is orange?
JULIUS: Clown hair and circus peanuts.
GRAMMY: Circus peanuts?
JULIUS: You know. Those orange squishy candies.
GRAMMY: Oh, yeah. Taste like wet cardboard. Let’s go buy some.
JULIUS: Really?
GRAMMY: Sure. And we’ll get something to drink with our orange peanuts. How about an Orange Julius?
JULIUS: But I’m not orange.
GRAMMY: It’s a drink, boy. Named after you. And it just happens to be orange. But don’t tell your mother.
JULIUS: Why not?
GRAMMY: Well, you know how she is with all her health food crap. She’s not really an orange person. She’s more into yellows.
JULIUS: Like cream corn and lemons?
GRAMMY: You got it, boy. Like cream corn and lemons.
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Monday, March 22, 2010
NEW CAR
TYPHUS: Hey, Grammy. Come look. I bought myself some wheels.
GRAMMY: Hell, are you even old enough to drive?
TYPHUS: Got my license two weeks ago.
GRAMMY: Well, I’ll have to remember to be more careful when I cross the street now. Where is it?
TYPHUS: It’s the blue convertible in front of Alfie’s.
GRAMMY: You’re kidding me?
TYPHUS: I got a great deal. Only three-hundred bucks and it’s practically brand-new. Only has 200 miles on it.
GRAMMY: And you didn’t ask why you were getting a brand-new car for $300.00?
TYPHUS: I know it’s got problems. The dealer said it was in a small accident and the owner didn’t want it anymore.
ME: What’s everyone looking at?
GRAMMY: Typhus got himself a car. Got a great deal on it, too. Brand-new and only $300.00.
ME: That’s ridiculous. You can’t buy a new car for $300.00.
GRAMMY: Oh, I don’t know. You’d be surprised. Come see. It’s the one in front of Alfie’s.
ME: But that’s . . . that’s my car.
TYPHUS: You don’t have a car.
GRAMMY: Not any more. It was in a small accident. Got crushed by a garbage truck. Happy driving, Typhus.
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GRAMMY: Hell, are you even old enough to drive?
TYPHUS: Got my license two weeks ago.
GRAMMY: Well, I’ll have to remember to be more careful when I cross the street now. Where is it?
TYPHUS: It’s the blue convertible in front of Alfie’s.
GRAMMY: You’re kidding me?
TYPHUS: I got a great deal. Only three-hundred bucks and it’s practically brand-new. Only has 200 miles on it.
GRAMMY: And you didn’t ask why you were getting a brand-new car for $300.00?
TYPHUS: I know it’s got problems. The dealer said it was in a small accident and the owner didn’t want it anymore.
ME: What’s everyone looking at?
GRAMMY: Typhus got himself a car. Got a great deal on it, too. Brand-new and only $300.00.
ME: That’s ridiculous. You can’t buy a new car for $300.00.
GRAMMY: Oh, I don’t know. You’d be surprised. Come see. It’s the one in front of Alfie’s.
ME: But that’s . . . that’s my car.
TYPHUS: You don’t have a car.
GRAMMY: Not any more. It was in a small accident. Got crushed by a garbage truck. Happy driving, Typhus.
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