Thavage Amusement – Your daily dose of humor, jokes and mirth

Back story: I tutor our neice Ashlynn via webcam and use a whiteboard application we share across the internet. Gabriella is our four year old daughter who is very observant, a bit precocious and enjoys her family quite a bit.

Gabby: I want someone to sleep with me in my room.
Papa: Really? Like who?
Gabby: Like Ashlynn. She can come through the computer I won’t mind.
Papa: Are you sure?
Gabby: Yeah its ok but she better not barf.
Papa: Why would she barf?
Gabby: It happens
Papa: So what if she does barf
Gabby: She better not or she will have to do pushups by the toilet

Just don't barf near the toddlers

When in doubt about the learning ability of 4 year olds, just give them a bike and watch out.
The truth about never growing up seems to be logical. Why do we fight it so?
Her dad is so proud!

Wooly Willy returns in the operating room

Now we see how this method was learned so long ago.  Good to see our childhood toys have practical applications.  Now who is sending that mom & dad season tickets to the Lakers?

I’m just waiting for rock’em sock’em robots to show up in plastic surgery or bowel resections myself.  That ought to be good for all parties involved.

Cheers.

Original press release:  http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2010-04/cmc-mao040710.php

Complete Study:  http://www.circres.ahajournals.org

All of us here at Thavage use Facebook for both business and personal reasons.  Personally I have little use for Farmville but I have friends who play it.  In the realm of possibility I can fathom other people spending money on it, but never myself.  Now crank up the level of plausability that someone might spend money on this free game for premium items or access when you add youth and someone else’s dough.

Enter the tool from the UK.  Dropped 900 pounds Sterling on Farmville.

He even posted how cool his kingdom, er farm, was online

UK lad spent 900 pounds sterling on farmville goodies

Parenting shouldn’t be this hard for the pop culture lovers.
We hope they’ll learn.
Enjoy!

     Our foreign correspondent Mark is currently embedded with US forces in Basra Iraq and stumbled upon this candid shot of a young lad jamming out. We searched high and low and found the song baby was listening to. Most definitely father approved anda good mashup jam  to boot.

A baby will jam if he wants to

Great find Mark and keep up the good work!

     It’s 7:30 am and we’re off to see the dominatrix of all beginnings oral. It’s just not that often you have a cute <borderline hottie> crawling around your tongue muscle with sharp objects.  We all could use some regularly scheduled, insurance-covered role playing right?  The dental hygienist’s rather perky with her bright green eyes, firm physique and soft voice.  Just about as sexy as you can get in scrubs without pulling the thong hoist I imagine.  I blinked and she’s replaced with a silver-tongued siren I feel cornea cells burning each time I looked at. You know the type, brain surgeon telescopic glasses, crooked jaw, slightly darkened mole on left center of her chin and perfect sharp teeth.  Her disheveled hair and erratic eye movements tell me she just left her most recent kill for the scent of fresh kibble. Talk about rude awakenings.  I had such a nice early-stage drool lust forming and then got 20 pounds of pea gravel thrown into my mental mower.  Yes, I was a tad miffed.

     So the siren tells me I’ve got a molar to “keep an eye on” and I make a mental note <less bourbon in the water pic>. 

     The henchwoman, <sounds like dental assistant> comes over to tell me how great my daughters teeth are and how proud I should be.  I’m waiting for the upsell.  I expect it from her because siren’s never do that.  It’s against their mystical beings oath I think.   The assistant uses one of those fake 1/2 smiles and it appears she’s almost angry because they didn’t sell me more.  I wonder what sort of torture device she excels at.  That glint in her eye says “gum tissue probe.”

     So my daughter and I head home on the ice-covered roads that have schools closed and business lagging.  We’re home long enough for me to engage my daily battle with Senor Nordick Trak.  I’m headed upstairs from the basement and the phone rings.  The dominatrix’s voice brings me right back to my pre-drool state in short order.  After further review, the siren and she decided that molar needs work ASAP.  I confirm she’ll be assisting in the procedure that day and gladly accept my root canal appointment for the following Friday.  

    What a great way to start a week!