Dr. Eowyn has posted a couple of clever posts recently that are really funny so that we might have some light amidst the darkness of the events happening today. Some people just don’t get the humor and respond with serious communications, calling it “dribble,” and even went so far as to insult Dr. Eowyn as the point was missed from the humor. Of course, I put my two cents in to reiterate the humor and to kick the ____ out of anyone who insults my chosen brilliant sister, Dr. Eowyn. But I believe it takes intelligence to recognize humor, and maybe that fact is an indictment in and of itself. Anyway, it isn’t dribble – jokes and humor are absolutely important for survival. I have always believed that Our Lord Jesus Christ must have had a fabulous sense of humor whilst He walked on this earth, and the apostles must have had a blast with Him, notwithstanding the fact that His humor after watching all of us on earth is further fueled and lighted.
When I was a teenager, my father was cleaning his closet in the basement at the insistence of my mother. I was helping him and I found it quite an adventure-all the interesting things he had in the closet. He laughed when he handed me a little knotty pine plaque, telling me never to forget this: “Don’t take yourself so seriously; you’ll never get out of life alive!”
Yesterday after singing the Divine Mercy Chaplet in our chapel in front of the Blessed Sacrament, one of the men who attend this Eucharistic adoration handed me a stack of jokes. I found the timing of this noteworthy, and perhaps providential, given the recent petty objections to humor being posted on the Fellowship. So, here are a few jokes for you. I hope you enjoy them! I also have a very great recipe for Whiskey Cake!
#1: Dear God:
So far today I haven’t been bad, ugly, selfish, mean, hateful, bitter, greedy or self-indulgent and Lord, I thank you for that. But God, I’m going to have to get out of bed in a minute and I’m going to need all the help I can get. Amen.
#2: God put me on earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now, I am so far behind I will never die.
#3: Sure, God created man before woman. But then, you always make a rough draft before the final masterpiece.
I think I ‘ll include the following Whiskey Cake in my upcoming cookbook (if it ever gets written LOL), to-wit:
Ingredients:
1 cup butter, 2 cups sugar, 6 large eggs, 2 teaspoons baking powder, 3 cups flour, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1 cup bourbon, 1 pound chopped pecans, 3 cups white raisins (or use candied fruit), 1 teaspoon nutmeg, 1 very large bottle of bourbon whiskey.
First, sample the whiskey to check for quality. Assemble all of the ingredients. Check the whiskey again. To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.
Repeat this step.
Turn on the electric mixer and beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and cream until beat. Make sure the whiskey is still okay-try another cup.
Turn off the mixer. Beat six legs and add to the bowl, then chunk in the cup of dried flut. Mix on the tuner.
Throw in two quarts of flour. Gradually pour in the cow. Add 2 dried anything. If the fried druit gets struck in the beaters, pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the whiskey and check it again for tonsistency.
Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Who cares? Check the whiskey again.
Now sift the nutmeg and strain your nuts. Add one table. And the spoon. Of whiskee. Or something. Whatever you find left.
Grease the oven. Turn the crake pan to 350 degrees. Don’t forget to beat off the turner.
Pour the oven into the batter. Throw the bowl out the window.
Lick the batter off the floor. Bake 300 minutes at 50 degrees.
Finish the blobble of whisky and flow to bed.
Enjoy People!
