Hump-Day Humour, Including Hump-Days on Parade

Camel is watching you. Knows if you’ve been naughty or nice.

Photo by Jônatas Tinoco on Unsplash

Clint Eastwood wanted to cast me as Josey Wales. ’64 Smith-Corona, the most powerful typewriter in the world and would blow your hand clean off, you’ve gotta ask yourself one question: “Do I feel like a writer?” Well, do ya, punk? -BTW Club. (You can check my profile.)

The alleged humor of the hump day has taken up residence in the old porcelain facility again this week.

To introduce today’s brief encounter, here are some of my fields of journalistic interest. They are as follows, good, bad, and ugly in no particular order:

1. Humor, storytelling.
2. Writing, and help for people who woke up and discovered they might be writers.
3. Irony, satire, and sarcasm.
4. Funny stuff, whimsy, hilarity, frivolity and jocularity.

Please notice that funny stuff has slipped to the bottom, as you would suspect.

Tourist’s Corner

Nashville is suffering a post-pandemic blow, as we change our appearance down town from one of a Tombstone, AZ ghost town to one that is full to overflowing with street vendors, party busses of rowdy partiers, drug enterpreneurs…