A holey hat holds no thoughts

Like many people, Hickey has been heard to say "I'm putting on my thinking cap." Unlike most people, Hickey's thinking cap doesn't seem to be very helpful. We recently discovered Hickey has had to print out a guide to alphabetical order.
This has lead us to speculate what Hickey's thinking cap might look like. You can expect posts where we show images of the thinking cap in the coming weeks. We also encourage you to share your own interpretations in the comments.

Ironically, this fellow's name is Dumb Donald

 

The llama is missing it's left foreleg

It's time once again for Stuff Out Of Context! Today's line is:

I don't have any plastic goat butts.

 

It's Mo Monday!

We've said it before and we'll say it again: don't give dangerous objects to the homicidal squirrel! Who gave Mo a soldering iron?

 

The return of Jimmy Duck

Here's a feature we'd pretty much forgotten: The Everyday Adventures of Jimmy Duck. In case you've forgotten (like we had) or are new to our blog, this is where we feature weird and funny things we've seen or heard at work. This is not to be confused with the Dunce Corner, where we feature the "so stupid it's funny" things we've heard at work.

Here are a few gems we've heard in recent weeks:

I don't want to drink bathroom germs.

Can't blame them on that

What's your sister Sue's name?

Hey now. I can be a ding-dong if I want to. 

She was doing a pretty good job of it, too

 

My nose and eyes are okay

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:

My ears have seen too much today.

 

It's Mo Monday!

Did you get a visit from the Easter Bunny yesterday? We awoke, eager for chocolate treats and colored eggs, only to find an horrific scene left by a violent squirrel. Another holiday ruined by Rabid Mo.

That was smart.

When you order something that is too large to fit into your mailbox, often the post office or UPS or whoever will do their best to disguise it somewhere. Like putting the box between a regular door and a screen door. Like this:
 

No one will ever know it's there!

Bran and oatmeal - horrifying

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is: 

Muffin's private book of horrors.

 

It's Mo Monday!

Sometimes we find we have to humor Mo. We let him believe whatever he wants so long as it keeps him calm and less...murdery. If he wants to believe he's disemboweled a raccoon, we're not going to tell him he's sitting on a ceramic planter.