“Special Someone” Card

December 12, 2008 by hawaiianpun

A card that’s sure to bring a knowing smile to the face of any guy or girl who’s been there for you time and time again.

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Jingle Bell Mock

December 9, 2008 by hawaiianpun

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For many people, one of the most enjoyable aspects of this festive time of year is the suffocating full-body poultice of Christmas music jauntily congealing in the background of every last retail store, office, and home during the weeks-long stretch between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. With a rather limited number of “classics” to choose from, you’d think that the inevitable repetition of original holiday tuneage would begin to wear thin after awhile. But, as usual, you would be wrong, because with endless artists recording endless variations of the same fifty or so songs, the listening experience manages to remain fresh and unique day after day, year after year, decade after decade, until you die.

As you can probably tell, I, too, am a big fan of the stultifyingly saccharine strains steadily saturating the Saint Nicholas season, and it is no coincidence that I find myself grinding my teeth down to the pulpy root in pure delight every time the latest underage, underdressed, overhyped, over-processed pop sensation lends her voice to yet another golden Christmas oldie. But despite my sincere and obvious appreciation for the entire catalog of holiday music in general, there is still no single song that I would rate as my overall favorite in particular. And that started me thinking: I may not have a cherished chant du choix, but I’m sure plenty of folks out there do. And since actually asking different people about their favorite songs will probably take far more effort than anyone who works in “comedy” should ever exert, why don’t I embrace the moderately less rigorous task of “making crap up” and create a arbitrary list of random entities and the various holiday ditties that they are likely to hold near and dear to their hypothetical hearts?

Hmm, I thought for sure there’d be some objections. But apparently not, so let’s begin! (By the way, after you read the list, feel free to contribute some of your own in the comments section. If they’re good enough, maybe you’ll win a pony.[1])

Group or Individual

Favorite Holiday-themed Song

Grover, Cookie Monster, Gonzo, Smurfs Blue Christmas
Hockey players and rednecks All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth
Sheep All I Want for Christmas Is Ewe[2]
Married couples with lackluster sex lives Silent Night
Swingers/Sex club enthusiasts Oh Come All Ye Faithful
Catholic priests Little Drummer Boy
Alcoholics Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Recovering alcoholics The 12 Days of Christmas
Potheads Angels We Have Heard on High; Oh Christmas Tree
Cokeheads Let It Snow; White Christmas
Feminists Anything from The Nutcracker
Pugilists Deck the Halls
Deaf people who like to taunt blind people I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
Blind people who like to taunt deaf people Do you Hear What I Hear?
BBW fetishists I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas
The Duggar Family
What Child Is This?

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[1] Not from me, of course, but who knows what sorts of weird-ass contests you’ve been entering recently.
[2] [sic] Sheep are notorious misinterpreters of this homophone — yet another argument for improving literacy rates amongst ruminants. (Are you listening O-baaaaa-ma?)

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How to Be Spectacularly Obnoxious

December 5, 2008 by hawaiianpun

Look, I get it. You’re a naturally amiable lad or lassie, well-liked and even somewhat respected in your circle of peers. You’re frequently invited to parties, hugged by acquaintances you haven’t seen in awhile, and grinned at knowingly by coworkers who pass you in the hall. Your voicemail is rarely devoid of messages, your email rarely devoid of chain letters forwarded by your grandmother, and your Facebook and MySpace pages rarely devoid of stupid inside jokes that nobody else in the world gives a good goddamn about. And because of this, you are miserable. Why is everyone so nice to me? you agonize to yourself night after night. Why can’t they treat me like a cowering schnauzer that has just shat upon the Oriental? you hyperventilate after yet another pleasant elevator conversation. What do I have to do to keep people from actually enjoying my company? you cry through the shadowy grill of the confessional booth. How can I make sure that people will go out of their way to avoid eye contact with me? you demand of the rather startled McDonald’s cashier as you peruse the dollar menu.

Well, rhetorically ask no more! After being flooded with a deluge of requests from readers desperately hoping to reduce their number of friends, loved ones, and unintentionally proximal strangers during these trying economic times, I have come up with a surefire list of tips and techniques scientifically designed to exceed mere “obnoxiousness” and explode into the realm of “spectacular obnoxiousness” within just a few short lunar cycles of their implementation.

IMPORTANT: It is not recommended that you enact all—or even most—of these strategies at the same time, as such an act is likely to result in your immediate demise at the hands of an overwhelmingly obnoxiated member of the general public. That said, please remember that variety is the spice of life—and that oregano is still as pissed off as hell about that.

How to Be Spectacularly Obnoxious

  • Begin every sentence with the phrase “Drum roll please!” while slapping the nearest solid object rapidly with your hands for at least 30 seconds.
  • Buy an old pair of Velcro sneakers and discourse at length about the dangers of laced shoes whenever you wear them. For an extra dose of obnoxiousness, every few minutes tell whoever you’re walking with to hold on so that you can tie your shoe. Then begin laughing outrageously and announce, “Oops, I forgot I was wearing Velcro!”
  • Write “Your Ad Here” in the middle of your forehead in Magic Marker. After a few weeks, replace the phrase with poorly drawn logos of large corporations.
  • For this next one you’ll need some supplies: A shirt with a breast pocket, a hunk of cheese, and two or three cotton balls. Step 1: Put on shirt with pocket. (Bonus points if the shirt is Hawaiian.) Step 2: Stuff cotton balls into pocket. Step 3: Stuff cheese into separate pocket (or, if boobed, purse). Step 4: Leave house. Step 5: Engage those you meet outside house in conversation. (FYI, these may be people you know or people you don’t know. It doesn’t matter.) Step 6: Randomly interrupt conversation to pull open shirt pocket and slip in bits of cheese while talking in a baby voice and gentle stroking pocket from the outside. Step 7: Repeat.
  • Wear a sundial instead of a watch. When someone asks for the time, shine a penlight on the sundial while squinting heavily and making thoughtful “hmmm” noises. Ultimately, make up a time—the less plausible, the better (e.g., 43 o’clock).
  • Carry a Mcgill Nickel Plated Steel Money Changer on your belt stocked with foreign coinage. When asked to make change, say “Sure! How many rupees[1] you need, Guv-nuh?!”
  • Always wear your clothes inside-out. When challenged, insist that the rest of the world is doing it wrong.
  • Fill a backpack or briefcase with items that are more or less guaranteed to be useless at any given time. Examples include Russian nesting dolls; an empty stapler; Nickelodeon Gak, Floam, Smud, Goooze, Skweeez, and/or Sqand; a framed picture of Freddy Prinze, Jr.; etc. Carry this backpack or briefcase everywhere. Whenever somebody asks for your help, remove an object at random and confidently declare, “This should do the trick!” Make sure to vigorously defend the utility of your proffered object with respect to the situation in which you were asked for help if greeted with skepticism, mockery, or flying fecal matter.
  • Call up local pizza companies and ask if they sell those circular, dairy-topped objects you’ve seen on television. When they ask if you mean “pizza,” say, “No, no, the whatchmacallems…cheese Frisbees!” Insist they cook one for you—and no skimping on the Frisbee.
  • Coat a pair of shoes in glitter and fluorescent fabric paint and begin all future conversations by saying, “I couldn’t help notice you admiring my shoes. Well, it certainly explains why they call me ‘Twinkle Toes,’ doesn’t it!” (Optional obnoxiousness: Elbow listener in the ribs repeatedly as you recite the “Twinkle Toes” line.)
  • Always use a cell phone that is at least 10 years old.
  • Decline all drink offers from friends or family members while making a conspicuous show of drinking from your own personal flask or wineskin. When questioned, mumble incoherently but vociferously about your enemies.
  • During the fall and winter months, strap small squares of sod to your bare feet in place of shoes and muse out loud about how much you’ve missed the sensation of grass between your toes.
  • Print t-shirts with a close-up of your face on them and the caption, “My Favoritest Person Ever!” underneath. Give to friends and relatives on all gift-giving holidays. (Bonus obnoxiousness: After saturating the market, expand merchandise line to include sweatshirts, mugs, mouse pads, thongs, etc. This will take care of Christmases and birthdays for the next decade or so.)
  • Carry a monocle at all times. When asked any question, hold the monocle to your eye and stare keenly at the asker for an uncomfortable number of seconds before answering. Feel free to make liberal use of the phrase, “mmmm, yes” during this time.
  • Wear a different, blatantly false mustache each day of the week. Look confused when people bring it up.

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[1] Say “rupees” no matter what kind of money you’re actually using. It’s more obnoxious that way.

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Football and Food Bawl

December 2, 2008 by hawaiianpun

The ninth installment of my abandoned Granadino memoir, Flawed Abroad: Useless editorializing from an ignorant, close-minded American on his semester overseas.

Lunes, 17 Ene. ‘05, 22.00 (Monday, January 17, 2005, 10:00 pm)

We were supposed to go on a guided tour of the Alhambra and the surrounding grounds yesterday, but since the trip was canceled at the last minute for reasons unknown (I suspect fowl play—damn chickens), I ended up moping around the piso like a constipated basset hound instead, reading, watching incomprehensible television, and basically qualifying as a complete waste of flesh for most of the afternoon. Later that night, Alex C. and I popped over to Hannigan & Sons—a popular Irish pub—for Sky Sports’ oddly detached international coverage of the much-hyped Patriots/Colts playoff game.

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Black Friday Doorbusters at the Dollar Tree!

November 26, 2008 by hawaiianpun

Finally, a Write in the Kisser exclusive! Forget about your Best Buys and your Walmarts and your Searseseses — I’ve got the scoop on some Thanksgiving deals that will blow these bloated juggernauts away! That’s right, this humble wegger has managed to breach the coupon vault to bring you, his loyal readers,[1] a sneak peek at the most highly anticipated sale of the holiday season: BLACK FRIDAY DOORBUSTERS AT THE DOLLAR TREE!!! Unbelievable. And remember: You read ‘em here first!

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(Click to enlarge. Then, since web browsers suck, click to enlarge again.)

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[1] Hi mom!

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