Silly Humor by Melody

Bare Bones Advertising

I found this ad in the New York Times.  Click on the picture to read the message.

Wouldn't it be nice if all ads were so simple?

Little Brown Van

Doesn't this look like a UPS truck?

If you're wondering, that's our electric toothbrush charger and my stereo speaker looming in the background.

But wait, that's not an ordinary miniature UPS bus....

It has a flip top head.  Look, there's my Grandma's pinky ring inside.

Can you think of any other tiny, useless things I can store in my MINI-van?

Emergency! Be Prepared.

In the sample aisle of a drug store, I found the ULTIMATE purse stuffers.  Only a $1.39 a piece bought me piece of mind, and a few pieces of paper.

The roll of toilet paper even comes with a dispenser.  I may have to buy a HUGE purse just so I can carry these items around with me.  You can never be too prepared, right?

Woman Explodes During Dessert.

In a scene that can only be described as berry messy, 48-year-old Zoe Muncha lost her life while judging the annual “Pie in the Sky” Baking Contest.

“I told her to stop at 68 slices,” said her husband, Frank Muncha, “But she loved judging pies. She refused to give up. She’s a hero.”

Zoe Muncha popped like a balloon on Monday, March 16^th, when she consumed 150 slices of apple pie alamode. Witnesses report Muncha ricocheting backwards when she finally burst. People had to duck under tables to avoid flying debris.

“I knew there’d be an accident sooner or later,” said last year’s baking champion, Goody Keeper. She said, “Everyone thinks they can whip up an apple pie. We had too many contestants. The Pie in the Sky Baking Contest shouldn’t be accepting just any old slop in a pie tin.”

Police won’t comment on whether foul play was involved.

The Pie in the Sky Society wouldn’t announce a Grand Pie Winner on Monday because Muncha died before she could name her favorite. Some contestants got so angry they took their half-eaten pies and went home.

Mints that make you go Mental.

These licorice flavored mints are MENTAL, man.  I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

Emperor Pez

My Evil Emperor Pez from Star Wars takes merchandising to a new level.  Look at his red eyes and his wrinkles and his creepy slit of a smile.

There's something very disturbing about taking a treat from Emperor Pez's neck.  I mean, does this picture make you think, "Ohhh, I'd like some strawberry candy?"