MR.J® 12/9/11 Joke of Day

December 9, 2011

Obama Joke

12/9
SET UP
1)
President Obama responds to GOP criticism that he has been too appeasing in his foreign policy, by saying in a press conference today, “Ask Osama Bin Laden how appeasing I’ve been.”
PUNCHLINE
1 A)
…Osama needs an interview like he needs another hole in his head.
TAG
1 B)
….He would roll over in the ocean floor if he heard that.
TOPPER
1C)
…Because that’s a secret he’ll take with him to his grave aka Atlantis Cemetery.

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March 17, 2010

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March 17, 2010

THE BEGINNING OF THE BEGINNING:
Okay from the top…the END OF THE END!
THE MIDDLE OF THE BEGINNING:
Okay from the top…the END OF THE END!
THE END OF THE BEGINNING:
Okay from the top…seriously I got it this time…THE END OF THE ENNN…A-A-A-H-H-H-H forget it I’ll start somewhere in the middle….
THE BEGINNING OF THE MIDDLE:
This story is a Magic 8 Ball during an earthquake in the fact that it seems to be answering questions no one’s asked.
Hey, quick press Stop, then press Rewind, and now press play again while asking: “Who is Mr.J and what was he doing Tuesday night?”
Well, I wasn’t going to mention it…but since you’ve pry-ed with the steadfast curiosity of a sweatshop employee wondering if deodorant would lead to being fired, I’ll indulge your inquiry.
Meet Mr.J who was wrisfully paralyzed in elation while strolling last Tuesday night.
Mr.J’s glance fastened as he is subtlety captivated by the red sun was once overhead hovering restlessly the first half of Tuesday then replaced by sparkling pepper stars sprinkled intermittently across the powdery air.
Mr. J’s eye’s involuntary winking as he is visually awe inspired by Tuesday night’s velvet twilight, after the earth lurked away from the crimson-rose-coloured beams gleaming from the red sun.
It’s quite simple to sum up Mr. J as ughhh hmmm errrr…dinstinct in a vague sense, unique like everyone else, and unforgettable for something or rather.
Less eloquent and more epigrammatic delineations would paint your mental canvas with brush strokes of colourful details, descriptions, and depthful definition but combing with scrutiny of a fine toothed comb as if it were a Cliff Note Version of Mr. J and Cliff Note Versions are obviously way harder to read because it’s the full length version of the original story opposed to a brief synopsis and short summary.
According to Cliff and his extensive notes that are the stenographer of Mr.J’s every thought, action, and thought of an action or action of a thought.
THE MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE:
According to this nerdy note-taker named Cliff, this Mr.J is well, well,well…
Well-He’s a twenty something man with reserved reticence.
This lack of being mealymouthed was often confused as him being veraciously meek, authentically humble, or some other admirable attribute that he genuinely didn’t merritt.
Truth be told, Mr.J was the anti-thesis of this popular yet precipitous postulation.
In fact, unbound by the shackles of affectation, Mr. J was so self involved that he almost failed Astronomy 101 because he thought the world actually revolved around him.
Yes, he was the center of attention, focus, and known universe.
Yes every floating planet orbited around this megalomaniac’s sanguinely misplaced sense of self entitlement.
His contemptuous smirk radiantly abortive of sorrow acted as the midwife to the birth of his pretentious, pompous, and pedantic son named, “Skewed Self-Consciousness”.
And this son was the sun and only sun.
This son was the grandson, godson, and the 3rd rock’s ultraviolet sun.
His arrogance glistening privileged glimpses of riotous sophism’s and short lived elegant excursions so bright even during winter evenings, it’s reflection turned the dark moon into a pale beacon casting audacity rays wedged between shadows of unguarded ears that his wicked tongue was poison to yet tickled.
His vast fetid sump sucking wasteland abyss of empathy was what the Egyptian God Ra represented on hieroglyphics.
Yes to Mr.J, this is why he failed astronomy because he was the sun.
THE END OF THE MIDDLE:
Him, a man that was charming yet as contradicting as a mime performing ventriloquism.
A man as vexed and perplexed as a mongoloid trying to crack the Rubik’s Cube unknowing he’s also color blind.
A man who was emotionally stable as the quivering hand of Micheal J Fox during an intense game of Jenga.
He was the sun opposed the golden disk that illuminates our blue marble 12 hours of the day.
Footnotes juxtapose a paradox portrayal that’s the Rosetta stone to decrypting decoding and discovering the davinci code disguise.
His denial, deception, demeanor dictated a diminishing denotation disparaging and deprecating.
The simplistic quizical easily enigmatic peiceless puzzle of Mr. J is art imitating life imitating Mr. J’s life imitating his art which imitated Mr.J.
THE END OF THE BEGINNING:
Mr. J doesn’t give an F about LIFE and parenthetically note the word LIFE minus the letter F spells the word LIE.
Subsequently, LIFE is a LIE for those who never gave an F, that’s a FACT.
FACT for those who don’t give an F is just the word ACT and that’s Mr.J’s ACT of LIFE no LIE, FACT.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END:
If he did give an F…some F’s…or all F’s they were Fd up.
F’s fell frequently foreshadowing famously funny flings flickering flames fluttering fickleness feigning form facing fictional facade foiled fully from foibles, follies, and flaws forging fake face of Mr. J who gave an F yet was ineffable so F it.
THE MIDDLE OF THE END:
Okay now either look or listen close because I’m not restarting or repeating after I begin…actually lemme start over one more time.
THE BEGINNING…of the end…ahh forget it I’ll finish at the beginning.

mrj comedy writer

March 4, 2010

FLASH FICTION SITE TITLE: “Prolific Parade Populated Preponderantly by Pompous-Pretentious-Pedantic Publications, Postulations, & Pontifications.”
SAMPLE SUBMISSION TITLE/SUBTITLE:
“INTANGIBLE INSOMNIA INPIRATIONS”/(FEIGNING FRAGILE FLAWS, FOIBLES, FOLLIES FILL FLICKERING FLAMES FROM FIRST FLASH FICTION )
 
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BY LINE/DATE:
 
WRITTEN BY
MR. J 2010
 
FLASH FICTION TREATISE:
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I am soon to be paralyzed in the happiness of the tender night.

Involuntarily my grey sun strained eyes fluttered.

Winked ferociously from glancing at the once bloomed in bright crimson light, rays elicited by a cheerful red sun.

A sun that seemed to have unobtrusively dimwits as if it was quivering on the horizon from the warm center of the world to the ragged edge of the universe.

A sun that lightly, slenderly, languidly sank with soft whispers and an effeminate swank forging a velvet dusk.

Acting as the midwife to the birth of a warm winded summer day’s sinister contrast.

Suddenly: Streetlights shinning, candles flickering, and blackness vanishes any harsh defiant wristfulness.

Privileged glimpses privy to the riotous excursions found in natural curiosity’s abortive sorrows uninflected.

Running together in a soothing tone with leisure movements nibbling stale ideas as they tremble helplessly.

Plunge the days gruff husky tenor arrogance and supercilious manner as the suns face fiegns affectations

Pleasing contemptuous expressions now twirling, rippling, and ballooning downward like its anchored by a metallic shrill of its own void of desire and surplus of skepticism.

The night bellows a triumphant yet meekness and you can almost hear its thrilling laughter fragility unaffected by scorn or contempt.

These nocturnal short winded elation heightened in sensitivity by the sky vacuous of solar rays shining but populated by a parade of flabby impressionability in the shape of twinkling consolations.

Abruptly my eyes now flash restlessly searching the arresting phenomenon of darkness left in the wake of absence of a majestic sunny day.

Hovering impatiently, as if I’ve become more alert, my stare is fastened with an awe expression to the sharply different dull illumination consoling proximity to the gleaming silver pepper of the stars.

Stars reflected on bays mirror like surface resembling diamonds glittering along the water consumed by young breath giving air radiantly moonlit, calm and crisp.

Aimlessly, under a beam paler than a winter moon yet not as gold as a harvest moon, footsteps echo my previous destination as I stroll.

Carelessly wandering with childlike glee and vulnerable exultance in the twighlight’s crystallized blanket of wavering silhouettes emerged from wavering shadows.

Soon enough…I am now paralyzed in the happiness of the tender night.
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THE SUBSEQUENT END
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