From: dsohl@spock.uucp (Daniel Sohl)
Subject: SNL Deep Thoughts
Organization: Choate Rosemary Hall
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1993 22:38:02 GMT

I don't know if this is the latest but it'll have to do. The second half
of this probably isn't from Jack Handey:



                           Deep Thoughts
                           ---------------
                               By Jack Handey

It's sad that a family can be torn apart by something as simple as a pack of
wild dogs.

Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several
of us died of tuberculosis.
 
Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself:
"Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". 
What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.
 
I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don't just
go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.
 
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.
 
I guess we were all guilty, in a way. We all shot him, we all skinned him, and 
we all got a complimentary bumper sticker that said, "I helped skin Bob."
 
I bet the main reason the police keep people away from a plane crash is they
don't want anybody walking in and lying down in the crash stuff, then, when 
somebody comes up, act like they just woke up and go, "What was THAT?!"
 
The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.
 
Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap. The flytrap can bite and 
bite, but it won't bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth.
But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.
 
I'd rather be rich than stupid.
 
If you were a poor Indian with no weapons, and a bunch of conquistadors came up
to you and asked where the gold was, I don't think it would be a good idea to 
say, "I swallowed it. So sue me."
 
If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming 
and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a  
coward.
 
I bet one legend that keeps recurring throughout history, in every culture, is 
the story of Popeye.
 
When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever
press charges.
 
To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and 
the dancers hit each other.
 
What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an icy river to save a 
solid gold baby? Maybe we'll never know.
 
We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can't scoff at them 
personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.
 
Probably the earliest flyswatters were nothing more than some sort of striking 
surface attached to the end of a long stick.
 
I think someone should have had the decency to tell me the luncheon was free. 
To make someone run out with potato salad in his hand, pretending he's throwing
up, is not what I call hospitality.
 
To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where
this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a 
clown killed my dad.
 
As I bit into the nectarine, it had a crisp juiciness about it that was very 
pleasurable - until I realized it wasn't a nectarine at all, but A HUMAN HEAD!!
 
Most people don't realize that large pieces of coral, which have been painted 
brown and attached to the skull by common wood screws, can make a child look 
like a deer.
 
If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We 
might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
 
Better not take a dog on the space shuttle, because if he sticks his head out 
when you're coming home his face might burn up.
 
You know what would make a good story? Something about a clown who make people 
happy, but inside he's real sad. Also, he has severe diarrhea.
 
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself 
down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person 
comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A 
jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that 
says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
 
If you're a horse, and someone gets on you, and falls off, and then gets right 
back on you, I think you should buck him off right away.
 
If you ever teach a yodeling class, probably the hardest thing is to keep the 
students from just trying to yodel right off. You see, we build to that.
 
If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll 
look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
 
I'd like to see a nude opera, because when they hit those high notes, I bet you
can really see it in those genitals.
 
Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someones neck, and
the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that 
thing.
 
He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a 
woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. 
Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people 
laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be
waiting for you in heaven--with a gun."
 
The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I 
remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and
drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The
smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played.
I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, 
and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
 
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God 
is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is
"Probably because of something you did."
 
Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not
 the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an 
elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see.
 
As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it 
should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her 
suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a 
joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!
 
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my 
little nephew to DisneyLand, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out 
warehouse. "Oh, no," I said, "DisneyLand burned down." He cried and cried, but 
I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive
over to the real DisneyLand, but it was getting pretty late.
 
If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked 
dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's 
Hambone.
 
Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke." But to me, that's what her 
dinner tasted like.
 
We used to laugh at Grandpa when he'd head off and go fishing. But we wouldn't 
be laughing that evening when he'd come back with some whore he picked up in 
town.
 
I wish a robot would get elected president. That way, when he came to town, we 
could all take a shot at him and not feel too bad.
 
As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought
back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named 
him Flint.
 
If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real 
embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.
 
Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct 
is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then 
it wouldn't seem quite so funny.
 
If you go parachuting, and your parachute doesn't open, and you friends are all
watching you fall, I think a funny gag would be to pretend you were swimming.
 
When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we'd all 
go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It 
wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.
 
I think people tend to forget that trees are living creatures. They're sort of 
like dogs. Huge, quiet, motionless dogs, with bark instead of fur.


"Marta likes to talk about sensuality, but I don't think she would know
sensuality if it bite her on the ass."
                       -Jack Handy, SNL 11/1/92     
--

"If you drop your keys into molten lava just let 'em go 'cause, 
man, they're gone."
			-Jack Handy, SNL 11/1/92
--



 Contrary to popular belief, the most dangerous
 animal is not the lion or tiger or even the
 elephant.  The most ddangerous animal is a
 shark riding on an elephant, just trampiling
 and eating everything they see.


 Once when I was in Hawaii, on the island of Kauai,
 I met a mysterious old stranger.  He said he was
 about to die and wanted to tell someone about the
 tresure.  I said, "Okay, as long as it's not a long
 story.  Some of us have a plane to catch, you know."
 He stared telling hes story, about the treasure and
 his life and all, and I thought: "This story isn't too
 long."  But then, he kept going, and I started thinking,
 "Uh-oh, this story is getting long."  But then the
 story was over, and I said to myself: "You know, that
 story wasn't too long after all."
 I forget what the story was about, but there was a
 good movie on the plane. It was a little long, though.

 Is there anything more beautiful than
 a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying
 across in front of a beautiful sunset?
 And he's carrying a very beautiful rose
 in his beak, and also he's carrying a very
 beautiful painting with his feet.  And also,
 you're drunk.

 In weightlifting, I don't think sudden,
 uncontrolled urination should automatically
 disqualify you.


 Blow ye winds, like the trumpet blows;
 but without that noise.

 When the age of the Vikings came to a close, they
 must have sensed it.  Probably, the gathered together
 one evening, slapped each other on the back and said,
 "Hey, good job."


 I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every
 morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old
 board of his.  Then he'd spin it round and round, like a
 wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell
 out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!"
 We all thought he was crazy.  But then we had some growing
 up to do.


 If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don't think
 I'd call it Trampo-Land, because you might think it
 was a store for tramps, which is not the inpression
 we are trying to convey with our store.  On the other
 hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing, or
 testing the trampolines, unless a tramp's gyrations
 seemed to be getting out of control.

 I wish I had a kryptonite cross, because then you
 could keep both Dracula AND Superman away.

 Too bad you can't just grab a tree by the very tiptop
 and bend it clear over the ground and then let her fly,
 because I bet you'd be amazed at all the stuff that
 comes flying out.

 I remember that one fateful day when Coach too me aside.
 I knew what was coming.  "You don't have to tell me," I
 said.  "I'm off the team, aren't I?"
 "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You
 made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and
 your helmet is a toy space helmet.  You show up at practice
 and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get
 it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times."
 It was all true what he was saying.  And yet, I thought
 something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He
 sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can
 mold.  But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.

 If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy,
 which one would you think like dolphins the most?
 I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong though.
 It's Hambone.


 When I herad that trees grow a new 'ring' for each
 year they live, I thought, we humans are kind of
 like that: we grow a new layer of skin each year, and
 after many years we are thick and unwieldy from all
 our skin layers.


 Martha says the interesting thing about fly fishing
 is that it's two lives connected by a thin strand.
 Come on, Martha.  Grow up.


 The old pool shooter has won many a game in his life.
 But now it was time to hang up the cue.  When he did
 all the other cues came crashing to the floor.
 "Sorry," he said with a smile.


 If I ever do a book on the Amazon, I hope I am able to
 bring a certain lightheartedness to the subject, in a
 way that tell the reader we are going to have fun with
 this thing.


 Even though he was and enemy of mine, I had to admit that
 what he had accomplished was a brilliant piece of strategy.
 First, he punched me, then he kicked me, then he punched me again.


 If you're a Thanksgiving dinner, but you don't like the
 stuffing or the cranberry sauce or anything else, just
 pretend like you're eating it, but instead, put it all
 in your lap and form it into a big mushy ball.  Then,
 later, when you're out back having cigars with the boys,
 let out a big fake cough and throw the ball to the ground.
 Then say, "Boy, these are good cigars!"


 Most people don't realize that large pieces of coral,
 which have been painted brown and attached to the skull
 by common wood screws, can make a child look like a dear.


 The sound of fresh rain run-off splashing from
 the roof reminded me of the sound of urine
 splashing into a filthy Texaco latrine.


 I think somebody should come up with a way to breed a
 very large shrimp.  That way, you could ride him, then
 after you camped at night, you could eat him.
 How about it, science?

 I scrambled to the top of the precipice where Nick was waiting.
 "That was fun," I said.  "You bet it was," said Nick. "Let's climb
 higher."  "No," I said. "I think we should be heading back now."
 "We have time," Nick insisted.  I said we didn't, and Nick said
 we did. We argued back and forth like that for about 20 minutes,
 then finally decided to head back.  I didn't say it was an
 interesting story.


 Some folks say it was a miracle.  Saint Francis suddenly
 appeared and knocked the next pitch clean over the fence.
 But I think it was just a lucky swing.


 Too bad there's not such a thing as a golden skunk,
 because you'd probably be proud to be sprayed by one.

 To me, truth is not some vauge, foggy notion.  Truth is
 real.  And, at the same time, unreal.  Fiction and fact and
 everything in between, plus some things I can't remember,
 all rolled into one big 'thing'.  This is truth, to me.


 You what would make a good story?  Something about a
 clown who makes people happy, but inside he's real sad.
 Also, he has severe diarrhea.


 I bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to
 where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the
 cave men, "If I have come to destroy you, may the sun
 be blotted out from the sky."  Just then the eclipse would
 start, and they'd probably try to kill you or something,
 but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon
 and all, and everyone would get a good laugh.

 I think in one of my previous lives I was a mighty king,
 because I like people to do what I say.


 Today I accidentally stepped on a snail on the sidewalk
 in front of our house.  And I thought, I too am like that
 snail.  I build a defensive wall around myself, a 'shell'
 if you will.  But my shell isn't made out of a hard
 protective substance.  Mine is made out of tinfoil and
 paper bags.


 A man doesn't automatically get my respect.  He has
 to get down in the dirt and beg for it.

 As the evening sun faded from a salmon color to a sort of
 flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that
 morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.


 If you're ever stuck in some thick undergrowth, in your
 underwear, don't stop and think of what other words have
 'under' in them, because that's probably the first
 sign of jungle madness.


 Sometimes the beauty of the world is so overwhelming, I
 just want to throw back my head and gargle.  Just
 gargle and gargle, and I don't care who hears me, because
 I am beautiful.


 Fear can sometimes be a useful emotion.  For instance,
 let's say you're an astronaut on the moon and you fear
 that your partner nas been turned into Dracula.  The
 next time he goes out for the moon pieces, wham!, you
 just slam the door behind him and blast off.  He might
 call you on the radio and say he's not Dracula, but you
 just say, "Think again, bat man."


 I wish scientists would come up with a way to make
 dogs a lot bigger, but with a smaller head.  That way,
 they'd still be good as watchdogs, but they wouldn't
 eat as much.


 I bet for an Indian, shooting a old fat pioneer woman in
 the back with an arrow, and she fires her shotgun into the
 ground as she falls over, is like the top thing you can do.


 I think a good mavie would be about a guy who's a brain
 scientist, but he gets hit on the head and it damages the
 part of the brain the makes you want to study the brain.


 I wouldn't be surprised if someday some fisherman caught
 a big shark and cut it open, and there inside was a whole
 person.  Then they cut the person open, and in him is a
 little baby shark.  And in the baby shark there isn't a
 person, because it would be too small.  But there's a little
 doll or something, like a Johnny Combat little toy guy--
 something like that.


 It makes me mad when I go to all the trouble of having
 Martha cook up about a hundred drumsticks, the the guy
 at the Marineland says, "You can't throw chicken to the
 dolphins.  They eat fish."  Sure they eat fish, if that's
 all you give them.  Man, wise up.


 If the Vikings were around today, they would probably be
 amazed at how much glow-in-the-dark stuff we have, and
 how we take so much of it for granted.


 We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients.  But we
 can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this
 is what annoys me.


 It's not good to let any kid near a container that has a
 skull and crossbones on it, because there might be a
 skeleton costume inside and the kid could put it on and
 really scare you.


 If you had a school for professional fireworks people,
 I don't think you could cover fuses in just one class.
 It's just too rich a subject.


 People think it would be fun to be a bird because you
 could fly.  But they forget the negative side, which is the preening.


 If I live in the Wild West days, instead of carrying a six-gun
 in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron.  That was if some
 smart-aleck cowboy said something like, "Hey look. He's
 carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody
 else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a
 soldering iron.  The soldering iron of justice."
 Then everyone would get real quiet and ashamed, because they made
 fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit
 them up for a free drink.


 When I think back on all the blessings I have been given
 in my life, I can't think of a single one, unless you
 count that rattlesnake that granted me all those wishes.


 I hope in the future Americans are thought of as a warlike,
 vicious people, because I bet a lot of high schools would
 pick 'Americans' as thier mascot.


 Sometimes I think the world has gone completely mad.  And
 then I think, "Aw, who cares?"  And then I think,
 "Hey, what's for supper?"


 If you ever discover that what you're seeing is a play
 within a play, just slow down, take a deep breath, and
 hold on for the ride of your life.


 I can see why it would be prohibited to throw most things
 off the top of the Empire State Building, but what's wrong
 with little bits of cheese?  They probably break down into
 their various gases before they even hit.


 If you're a circus clown, and you have a dog that you use
 in your act, I don't think it's a good idea to also dress
 the dog up like a clown, because people see that and they
 think, "Forgive me, but that's just too much."


 Here's a good joke to do during an earthquake:  straddle
 a big crack in the ground, and if it opend wider, go
 "Whoa! Whoa!" and flail your arms around, like you're
 going to fall in.


 If you ever go temporarily insane, don't shoot somebody,
 like a lot of people do.  Instead, try to get some weeding
 done, because you'd really be surprised.


 It makes me mad when people say I turned and ran like a
 scared rabbit.  Maybe it was like an angry rabbit, who was
 running to go fight in another fight, away from the first fight.


 I think a good way to get into a movie is to show up where
 they're making the movie, then stick a big cactus plant
 onto you buttocks and start yowling and running around.
 Everyone would think it was funny,  and the head movie
 guy would say, "Hey, let's put him in the movie."


 What is it that makes a compete stranger dive into an icy
 river to save a solid gold baby?  Maybe we'll never know.


 Instead of having 'answers' on a math test, they should
 just call them 'impressions' and it you got a diffrent
 'impression' so what, can't we all be brothers?


 I God dwells inside us, like some people say, I sure hope
 He like enchiladas, because that's what He's getting!


 Probably to a shark about the funniest thing there is is
 a wounded seal, trying to swim to shore, because
 WHERE DOES HE THINK HE'S GOING?!


 Perhaps, if I am very lucky, the feeble efforts of my lifetime
 will someday be noticed, and maybe, in some small way, they
 will be acknowledged as the greatest works of genius ever
 created by Man.


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dsohl@choate.edu| me, there must be something   | about music. In my line,
                | wrong with the universe!"     | you don't have to."
                | Dr. Crusher, "Remember Me"    | -- Elvis Presley
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