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Transcript:
Evan thought it was a typo
but it turns out
they really were
nose-cancelling headphones

This is what’s called a cake server.

It cuts the cake and puts the slice on your plate.

If you’re hungry, or if it’s a small cake, you could cut the cake in half and get a big piece.

But that’s only part of the job – you also need something to get the cake from the plate to your mouth.

This is what’s called a fork.

It finishes the job.

To get cake from the pan/tray to your mouth, you need two utensils – a server and a fork.

I propose this: combine a fork with a cake server.

Then you could get that very large slice of cake and consume it, while using only one piece of cutlery.

In other words, it lets you halve your cake and eat it too.

A song, for tired parents. If you’ve been awakened too many nights by a fussy child, this song is for you.

Verse 1
What child is this who, laid to rest Refuses to keep sleeping?
Whom parents greet with shuffling feet, And causes them much weeping?
This, this is nothing new, The hours of sleep are far too few;
Haste, haste, to bring him milk, The baby, who wants dairy.

Verse 2
Why lies he in such mean a mood, And wish-es to be feeding?
Good parents, fear, to toddler here the quiet is conceding.
Wails, yells pierce parent through, he’s crying now for me, for you.
Rush, rush to make him hush, the babe, who’s quiet rarely.

Verse 3
So bring him bottles, toys, and books, Come parent, soon to calm him;
The need of things insomnia brings, Try music, poem; try psalm, hymn.
Raise, raise a song on high, The mother sings a lullaby.
Joy, joy for he’s asleep, The baby, calm now, barely.

Credit to Bryan Dumont at OpenHymnal.org for the source to the music for the original What Child is This.

Transcript:
Rudolph: I hope I’m in the right line for tickets.
Rudolph: Excuse me, is this the queue for tickets?
Clarice: Yes, it is.
Rudolph: Am I properly queued?
Clarice: You are queued.
Rudolph: I’m queued! I’m queued! She said I’m queued!
Clarice: Very queued indeed.

I know the line is supposed to be “I’m cute!” but due to Rudolph’s cold, it always sounds like “I’m queued!” to me. Next year, maybe I’ll make a similar joke but with Rudolph shooting pool.

This is the second image regarding Jay Cutler. The other image is from last year.

Why are cherry-filled chocolates always friendly?

I’m not quite sure what would make a dessert into a cherry hostile, but I’d guess it involves very spicy hot sauce.

For those who are interested, you can buy Cherry Hostile T-shirts and merchandise.

At a conference/training meeting, I noticed the recycling bins in the break room

They look to be fairly typical, but – as someone who was in school during the 90’s – I felt something was missing. So, thanks to the magic of photo-editing software, I upgraded their recycling bins:

Also, I apologize for the grammar of the title, but if you understood the photos then you’ll understand why I wrote the title that way.