A traveling salesman has just been awarded a new territory, and when he came into a small town on his route, he saw a big sign over the theater: TONIGHT ONLY – THE AMAZING GOLDBERG! Well, the town was all a-buzz about the act, and even though no one could tell him exactly what the act was, he went to the box office and bought the only remaining ticket.
Well, the appointed time came, and the salesman took his seat in the theater. The lights dimmed, the curtain came up, and there stood a table with three walnuts on it. A small, weasened old man came out, walking on a cane, and stood in front of the table. He then unzipped is pants, took out his schlong (I used that word in your honor, Silver) and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He smashed the walnuts into smithereens. The crowd erupted into tumultuous applause, the curtain came down, and the act ended.
“Strange act,” the salesman thinks. “But worth it.” So he goes on with his career, and decades later, he finds himself in another small town, and once again sees the theater marquis: TONIGHT ONLY – THE AMAZING GOLDBERG! The salesman says to himself, it can’t be the same man; all those years ago, he was so old…but I’ll check it out anyway.
So he bought a ticket – the only remaining ticket – and when the appointed time came, he sat down in his seat. The lights dimmed, the curtain came up, and there stood a table with, instead of three walnuts, contained three coconuts. Then a very small, weasened old man came out, walking on a walker, and stood in front of the table. He unzipped is pants, took out his schlong, and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He smashed the coconuts into smithereens. The crowd erupted into tumultuous applause, the curtain came down, and the act ended.
The salesman couldn’t contain himself, however. He fought his way backstage and found Goldberg. He asked him, “Mister Goldberg, I saw you years ago, and I was impressed! But all those years ago, you were smashing walnuts. Tonight, you used coconuts. Why the change?
Hey, smart drivers KNOW that snow and ice aren’t slippery, just fake news! That is why you get 130 vehicle smashups in Fort Worth and other places. Smart people also know doing 80 MPH in the fog is no problem either. I stay off the road on bad days because of all the smart people.
I remember as a kid having a magic set that had a magic nickel (or maybe it was a quarter). It was basically a coin with a hollow cover so you could show it as a “real” coin with a heads and tails, then flip the cover to the other side (tails) and it would then show two heads.
I wouldn’t want to eat any pickles that came out of that. It’s called brine which is what pickles are made in, but this brine is road salt mixed with water.
The first night there, after the lights in the cell block are turned off, he immediately sees his cellmate going over to the bars and yelling, “twelve!”
The whole cell block breaks out laughing. A few minutes later, somebody else in the cell block yells, “twenty-three!” Again, the whole cell block breaks out laughing.
“Why are you guys just yelling numbers?” He asks his cellmate. “What’s so funny about random numbers?”
“Well,” says the older prisoner, "They’re not random. It’s just that we’ve all been in here for so long, we all know all the same jokes. So after a while we just started giving them numbers and yelling those numbers out.
Wanting to fit in, the new prisoner walks up to the bars and yells, “SIX!” But instead of laughter, a dead silence falls on the cell block. He turns to the older prisoner, “What’s wrong? Why didn’t I get any laughs?”
“Joke telling is all in the delivery!”
And this is how I feel about the initial letter switch joke that Snason Jakelover does – his delivery is just better!
Wow – the hollow nickel story was so interesting to me I had to do Wikipedia research on it. What a great story – I never knew of it before. It sounds like something straight out of a Hardy Boys book. Many more interesting facts associated with this story, if anyone cares to look it up.
My brain storm regarding icy roads is this: In wintery climates, I have often thought why can’t they mix rock salt into the asphalt when building roads. Wouldn’t that directly help melt the ice/snow when it comes down?
While the actual pickle juice is amusing, sadly there is another type of “brine” being used as well. This is the wastewater from fracking, which contains much more than just salt, including all our favorite carcinogens like heavy metals, VOCs, and radioactive material.
eromlig almost 4 years ago
A traveling salesman has just been awarded a new territory, and when he came into a small town on his route, he saw a big sign over the theater: TONIGHT ONLY – THE AMAZING GOLDBERG! Well, the town was all a-buzz about the act, and even though no one could tell him exactly what the act was, he went to the box office and bought the only remaining ticket.
Well, the appointed time came, and the salesman took his seat in the theater. The lights dimmed, the curtain came up, and there stood a table with three walnuts on it. A small, weasened old man came out, walking on a cane, and stood in front of the table. He then unzipped is pants, took out his schlong (I used that word in your honor, Silver) and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He smashed the walnuts into smithereens. The crowd erupted into tumultuous applause, the curtain came down, and the act ended.
“Strange act,” the salesman thinks. “But worth it.” So he goes on with his career, and decades later, he finds himself in another small town, and once again sees the theater marquis: TONIGHT ONLY – THE AMAZING GOLDBERG! The salesman says to himself, it can’t be the same man; all those years ago, he was so old…but I’ll check it out anyway.
So he bought a ticket – the only remaining ticket – and when the appointed time came, he sat down in his seat. The lights dimmed, the curtain came up, and there stood a table with, instead of three walnuts, contained three coconuts. Then a very small, weasened old man came out, walking on a walker, and stood in front of the table. He unzipped is pants, took out his schlong, and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He smashed the coconuts into smithereens. The crowd erupted into tumultuous applause, the curtain came down, and the act ended.
The salesman couldn’t contain himself, however. He fought his way backstage and found Goldberg. He asked him, “Mister Goldberg, I saw you years ago, and I was impressed! But all those years ago, you were smashing walnuts. Tonight, you used coconuts. Why the change?
eromlig almost 4 years ago
Goldberg looked at the salesman, and sadly shook his head. “Mine eyes, mine eyes,” he said. “They just aren’t vat they used to be.”
Templo S.U.D. almost 4 years ago
Texas could use that pickle juice treatment for their snowy mayhem.
Caldonia almost 4 years ago
Cool, I hate pickles.
Gent almost 4 years ago
Icy roads, eh. So much for global warming, eh.
Technicholls almost 4 years ago
The back story regarding Jimmy Bozart is very interesting:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hollow_Nickel_Case
Pickled Pete almost 4 years ago
Pickled roads, pickled drivers, pickled combination.
zerotvus almost 4 years ago
and beet juice.
NeedaChuckle Premium Member almost 4 years ago
Hey, smart drivers KNOW that snow and ice aren’t slippery, just fake news! That is why you get 130 vehicle smashups in Fort Worth and other places. Smart people also know doing 80 MPH in the fog is no problem either. I stay off the road on bad days because of all the smart people.
John Wiley Premium Member almost 4 years ago
I’ll bet Mount Olive, NC uses pickle juice as deicer.
Huckleberry Hiroshima almost 4 years ago
Ah the pickle brine and the salty cracker, an icy duet, for sure.
Take care, may windows frost artist Suzie Feurd be with you, and gesundheit.
joefearsnothing almost 4 years ago
Sweet or Dill? ;o]
ForrestOverin almost 4 years ago
You know what else is no bigger than a tennis ball? A tennis ball! BELIEVE IT, OR DON’T!
aimlesscruzr almost 4 years ago
I remember as a kid having a magic set that had a magic nickel (or maybe it was a quarter). It was basically a coin with a hollow cover so you could show it as a “real” coin with a heads and tails, then flip the cover to the other side (tails) and it would then show two heads.
3hourtour Premium Member almost 4 years ago
…as a snowplow driver for the state I have used beet juice on the roads…
…the difference between it and salt or brine is that while coming back to treated roads with beet juice is that the beet juice roads …
…were not partially melted ,but still totally snow covered…
…but, when plowed, the snow totally splashed off leaving clear roads…
…my guess is that the juice became a barrier between the road and the snow…
…a nice weapon to have in your arsenal…
whataboutbob1955 almost 4 years ago
I wouldn’t want to eat any pickles that came out of that. It’s called brine which is what pickles are made in, but this brine is road salt mixed with water.
gozar almost 4 years ago
A man is sent to prison for the first time.
The first night there, after the lights in the cell block are turned off, he immediately sees his cellmate going over to the bars and yelling, “twelve!”
The whole cell block breaks out laughing. A few minutes later, somebody else in the cell block yells, “twenty-three!” Again, the whole cell block breaks out laughing.
“Why are you guys just yelling numbers?” He asks his cellmate. “What’s so funny about random numbers?”
“Well,” says the older prisoner, "They’re not random. It’s just that we’ve all been in here for so long, we all know all the same jokes. So after a while we just started giving them numbers and yelling those numbers out.
Wanting to fit in, the new prisoner walks up to the bars and yells, “SIX!” But instead of laughter, a dead silence falls on the cell block. He turns to the older prisoner, “What’s wrong? Why didn’t I get any laughs?”
“Joke telling is all in the delivery!”
And this is how I feel about the initial letter switch joke that Snason Jakelover does – his delivery is just better!
ncorgbl almost 4 years ago
Stalin’s KGB was known to be on a very tight budget.
Wilson Sporting Goods tennis balls are the size of a Spectral Tarsier.
My uncle was fired for inappropriate behavior with his company’s pickle slicer. She was fired too.
ChessPirate almost 4 years ago
Brings a new meaning to the saying “Wow, this storm’s a real dilly!” ☺
Thorby almost 4 years ago
Pickle juice (brine) will work; they use something like that in NC for the roads.
Thorby almost 4 years ago
As for the paperboy, that was a lucky “break” for the Feds- but maybe not so lucky for the spy…
Buckeye67 almost 4 years ago
Pickle juice is more environmentally friendly than rock salt.
dv1093 almost 4 years ago
Wow – the hollow nickel story was so interesting to me I had to do Wikipedia research on it. What a great story – I never knew of it before. It sounds like something straight out of a Hardy Boys book. Many more interesting facts associated with this story, if anyone cares to look it up.
dv1093 almost 4 years ago
My brain storm regarding icy roads is this: In wintery climates, I have often thought why can’t they mix rock salt into the asphalt when building roads. Wouldn’t that directly help melt the ice/snow when it comes down?
Craig Westlake almost 4 years ago
The pickle juice won’t melt ice but it makes the roads smell so bad no one will drive on them…
Craig Westlake almost 4 years ago
Several Indonesian tennis matches were censured for cruelty to Tarsiers…
ekke almost 4 years ago
Well, pickle juice pretty much is salt!
Teto85 Premium Member almost 4 years ago
Pickle juice. What can it not do.
oakie817 almost 4 years ago
i got news for you: a tennis ball is barely larger than a tennis ball
PatsyL.Paul almost 4 years ago
In Arkansas, they are using beet juice to combat icy roads..
MoeJoe almost 4 years ago
We use beet juice as anti-ice in some canadian cities
Seeker149 Premium Member almost 4 years ago
While the actual pickle juice is amusing, sadly there is another type of “brine” being used as well. This is the wastewater from fracking, which contains much more than just salt, including all our favorite carcinogens like heavy metals, VOCs, and radioactive material.