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Fog Handles
by Ray Quest
(Bird of a different feather)
Greetings!
I'm Ray Quest, the creator of Fog Handles. Welcome to a corner of my world.
Friends and former classmates, who have read some of my writings, suggested I create a blog with my kind of humor in it, and that is why I created Fog Handles. Well, what choice did I have?
My humor has been described as witty, abstract, hilarious, and offbeat, but never offensive or off color. Fog Handles is clean and safe for readers from four years old up to a hundred and four. I believe the world needs more laughter. I’m trying to help it out.
I challenge why some things are the way they are and why we say some things the way we say them. There are short posts, longer posts and some one-liners as well as a list of words and phrases that sound like each other in Sounds Like. (Sporadic / Spore Attic)
The fun begins after you fasten your silly belt, wipe away your frown if you’re wearing one, and detach your tether from same-o, same-o.
I invite you to come with me on a journey into the world of the peculiar, and the indescribably outrageous, but all in a harmless and hopefully entertaining way.
Seriously, thank you for spending some of your valuable time with me and the output of my renegade brain and with the unique Fog Handles residents.
• Questions? Oh, I've Got Questions
• Priceless Stories of Dubious Value
• Phrases: Their Origins and Meanings
• Found Documents
• That and This
• Dialogs
• Short Stories
• Writing Tips
• Bugs
• Oh, What Pun it is
• You Don't Mean...?
• Poetry Cornered
• News Desk: This Just In
This Category: My Latest Thoughts
Juggling
The first time I saw my sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Duncan, she was standing in the middle of the school yard juggling three jaguars—the animals—not the cars. She said juggling cars is dangerous!
Pushy Bath Towels
I no longer use regular size bath towels after I shower. Instead, I use a couple of face towels, which are smaller and easier to manage. The full size bath towels were too large and cumbersome. They’re also very confrontational and bossy. The last time I tried to use a regular size bath towel it was like wrestling with a terrycloth octopus.
Dangerous Free Offer
Someday a seedy looking stranger might approach you and offer, absolutely free, a tie–die treatment for your face. As attractive as the offer might seem, because of its current great popularity, I advise you to decline the offer and then immediately run away! If the man doesn’t want to charge you anything, you can be sure he is an absolute amateur and he will do a poor job. No one wants to show up for work on Monday morning after receiving an amateurish tie–die face treatment. I found it quite embarrassing.
She’s All Mixed Up
Her right eye was blue. Her left eye was an ear. She had two left hands, but one was an elbow. Oh dear! She was just a poorly assembled manikin!
Repairs
In ancient Greece a husband and wife were having breakfast. The wife glanced out the kitchen window.
She said, “Flavius, why is that man in our back yard? He’s carrying a tool box.”
“Sophia, that’s the repairman, Sebastian. He’s here to install fresh batteries in our sundial. It’s been running a little slow, lately.”
Uncle Carl
My Uncle Carl was crabby all the time until his wife, my aunt Louise, consulted doctors for advice. Things got a lot better with Uncle Carl and Aunt Louise after surgeons removed Uncle Carl’s crabby personality and replaced it with a festive beach ball.
New Musical Chairs Game
In my new version of the old game, two rows of chairs are set up back to back, per the traditional game, but now there is a chair for every player. The players line up around the rows of chairs, the music starts, and then players joyfully march around the rows of chairs. After several seconds the music stops and each player scrambles to grab a chair. But they don’t sit down. They each pick up a chair and run out of the building with it; toss their chair into their cars and then each person takes their chair home.
So – no more chairs, no more players, no more music. Empty room. Game over! What fun!