The most fun you can have with your cloths on for less than the cost of a Burger Fries and Drink.

Jokes, stories, and songs that give you a peek through the crescent-shaped cut-out on the outhouse door. A nostalgic look at the humblest, most universal fixture on the landscape of the American past -- by the composer of the cult hit, Ode to the Little Brown Shack Out Back.

Contains the history of and musings about that most fundamental of structures.

For a starter, let's face it; I made it to 94 years and frankly, that is an achievement that dwarf s anything else I can say about my long life so far, (and I ain't through yet.) If I were to point to the most significant event of my life I would have to say that I was a witness to a critical event in American history and perhaps in world history, the devastating attack on our Navy at Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. The rest of my life was somewhat nondescript in the overall scheme of things in this world. I was born (just like everyone else) in Holland Michigan, way back, a good 200 years ago. I was a musician from the start, playing the harmonica at 10 years old. (Also, later the ukulele, mandolin, Hawaiian guitar, orchestral guitar, and marimba.) My first performance was with the harmonica before my 8th grade class! Later on as a teenager I played in an orchestra and performed at dances, night clubs and church events. Currently, I duo on the classical guitar with my flute player playing occasional concerts. Now that I think of it, I was pretty good. Being a small 109 pound guy I joined the Navy in 1940 so as to not get drafted. WW2 was already raging in Europe. I had to enlist for 6 years. That put me in WW2 from the beginning to the end and then some. Hey, I also performed on the guitar in the Navy aboard ship (between naval battles!) Upon discharge in 1946 I joined with my high school buddy to get the first printed circuit patent. I am really proud of that because printed circuits are in everything that's electronic. And we started it! It was particularly smart of me because 40 years later I needed the printed circuit in my pacemaker! Such foresight! At the same time I entered college at MIT. Our patent royalties helped pay for tuition. As long as I am being proud, I may as well include graduating from that top technical school in the country, which is pretty good for a son of an immigrant from Italy. From thereon my engineering career included teaching at Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo lecturing at USC and work in computers and programming. But of course, most of my work was in the Defense industry. Now in retirement I am doing things I like to do: play music and write. Looking back I think that getting an engineering degree was a big mistake. I should have been a gigolo. Look at what I missed! Alas, it is too late!

Bill Daugherty has been collecting and telling jokes and humorous stories for many years. He does this, not for profit, but for the sheer enjoyment he receives from making people laugh. With stories such as these, he has entertained his Rotary Club, local and National Audubon Societies, literary group meetings, humorous roast, and members of his weekly bridge games. Bills occupation has not been entertainment. Rather, he has post graduate degrees in Physics and Education, and before retiring, was an Aerospace Engineering Manager at Hughes Aircraft Company, Space Technology Laboratories, and TRW Systems. He has written two WWII novels about the air war in the South Pacific, Black Cats, and Nightmares. He published a monolog on education, Public School Education Destroyed by Educators, and an engineering text he co authored, Mechanical Engineering for Electrical Engineers. His OP-ED pieces have appeared in major newspapers. Bill firmly believes that laughter is sorely missing in our world, and jokes about mature subjects are especially entertaining. To find out of this Not our typical joke book youll have to read it.

Here are Michael Tougias's adventures at a tiny A-frame cabin on six acres of land overlooking a pond in Northern Vermont. There he meets porcupines that have taken up residence directly underneath his outhouse, encounters the colorful locals, and learns that nature has a way of becoming our instructor. This funny, honest, and personal account is the perfect book for anyone who loves the outdoors and loves to laugh. Book jacket.

Nick Morgan once again returns to the literary world with another witty, charming and sensational adventure. This eighth book in the No Sense of Humor series follows the adventures of the female adult characters in their second quest for the title of best story-teller and prankster. Through the hilarious pranks performed by the female characters, Morgan cleverly guides you though their unique version of superiority over the men. No matter what the outcome will be, the Author will show an entertaining result. A must-read book for one who is already addicted to the Authors No sense of Humor.

This book originated from the many interactions we have had with the persons who have entered our doors. All the chapters in the menu actually occurredsome serious, some sad, some funny, and some thought-provoking. Combining these ingredients with a concern about the loss of middle-class values, this book bakes up a solution for the television executives and others to consider. Place this dish in an oven, set the heat up, and see what happens.

Unintentional Humor is Dr. Reed’s third published book. Instead of describing humor as unintentional, he could have replaced the word “unintentional” with other words such as “accidental,” “inadvertent,” “unplanned,” “involuntary,” “unpremeditated,” and “not deliberate.” No matter what word you prefer to use to describe the humor in this book, it still means funny! So forget all your troubles, relax, and enjoy the book.