Showing posts with label Steve Martin. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Deliverin' with Ole Bessie

Is this Ole Bessie?

It's hardly any secret that my humor writing career is not exactly going as well as I had hoped it would. Frankly, I am to blogging what Arnold Schwarzenegger is to fidelity.  
And that's where Mr. Brian Biggy, Headhunter Extraordinaire, fits in.

"Mr. Block, I'll come right to the point," Mr. Biggy told me the other day. "We've given you a comprehensive battery of tests to try to determine your aptitude, skills, and/or talents for gainful employment. 

"I know," I said.  "I haven't had to answer so many questions since JDate tried to prove I wasn't Jewish just to get me off the site."   

"In reviewing the results of these tests, Mr. Block,  please keep in mind that there is no good or bad, there is no right or wrong, there is no pass or fail."

"Well, how did I do?"

"You failed."

"I failed?  How could I fail?"

"Our testing reveals you have no aptitude, skills, and/or talents for gainful employment."

"C'mon, I have talents!  I have skills."

"Do you have a head for figures?"

"Long as they're on women. Especially busty women."

"Are you tech savvy?"

"No, but I have Dell Tech Support on speed dial."

"As a former HR professional, what do you know about FMLA*?"

"I'm not up-to-date on all the radio stations in Philadelphia, but I could brush up."

"How are your leadership skills?"

"I dunno, but I need to go to the bathroom.  Could you take me?" 

"See what I mean, Mr. Block?  You're to employability what Arnold Schwarzenegger is to fidelity!"   

"Well, I know enough to know that joke doesn't get a laugh."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Block.  I'll say 'good-day.'"

"Well, there's one thing you haven't mentioned yet, Mr. Biggy."

"What's that?  What are you pulling out of that bag?  Why, is that ... is that .... a .... "

"Yes it is, sir.  I call her:  Ole Bessie!"

"Any good with Ole Bessie,  Mr. Block?"

"Best there is in the county."  

"Well, we'll see about that.  Meet The Twangmeister!" 

"Well then, shall we?"



Perry, you shore can play that thing!

YEE-HAA!!! 





You're one pickin' and a grinnin' fool, Perry! 



YA-HOO!!!


                                                             
Perry's  fingers fairly fly, they do, they do! 

Now, That's  Real Count-r-e-e-e!

 Perry, your artistry transforms you!

Lordy, Lordy
YIPP-EEE!!!

"Wow, Mr. Block,  you are indeed the best I've ever seen!"

"Thank you. Glad you enjoyed."

"Enjoyed?  I haven't had so much fun since I got my zipper caught in a Rolodex 25 years ago!"  

"So what do you say now, Mr. Biggy?  About me. "   

"You're still an unemployable loser."  

"Oh.  Okay. Guess I'll go then."

"Mr. Block?"

"Yes?"

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No question about it:  this is the stupidest post I've ever written!  And of course I don't play the banjo, I'm tone deaf.   No wonder I am to blogging what Arnold Schwarzenegger is to fidelity! 

(I know, I know. That joke still doesn't get a laugh.)

*FMLA --- Family and Medical Leave Act, folks.