Coping with CRAFT Disease
As a chronic sufferer of CRAFT disease I can honestly say that it has not been an easy adjustment. At the age forty-five I began developing mild symptoms however by fifty the symptoms worsened. My […]
The Place to Take a Humor Break
As a chronic sufferer of CRAFT disease I can honestly say that it has not been an easy adjustment. At the age forty-five I began developing mild symptoms however by fifty the symptoms worsened. My […]
CrackBerry “Stop it! Don’t do this here!” “One sec.” “People are looking at the scene we’re making.” “Then stop making it.” “What?!” “Let me just reply to this […]
What is it about our culture that needs to cover celebrities and their mundane, routine existence? Are our own lives so devoid of fulfillment that some are redeemed as they live vicariously through others in […]
My friend, Jane, walked into the doctor’s office. When the doctor walked in, he greeted his old friend, “Hello, Jane. How are you doing today?” “Well, I’ve been better,” Jane said. “What’s wrong? I noticed […]
My daughter’s boyfriend is an outdoorsman, and this is funny because my daughter is not the woodsy type. His idea of roughing it is sleeping in the woods without a tent; her idea of roughing […]
I now have over six decades in this body under my belt. (It gets harder and harder to keep it all under the belt!) In that time, I have learned a few things about body […]
What a first week it has been at HumorOutcasts.com. We are off to a fantastic start. We can’t wait to see what the future might hold, but first we’d like to recap some of the […]
I have become addicted to two wedding-themed shows on television. The first, Say Yes to the Dress, focuses on the sales consultants and clients of Kleinfeld’s, a renowned bridal salon in New York City. During […]
My coffee creamer had somehow re-located itself to the back of my refrigerator. As I removed the soy milk, the orange juice, the tomato juice, and the ten other items that stood in front of […]
As an avid gardener I love to go out in my gardens and feel the hot sun on my cheeks, (that’s my face cheeks you perverts) and the soft garden soil beneath my feet. I take […]