Doom Break Volume 3: Replenish Your Energy With These Delightful Satires
The world is in a tight spot, re-energize your vigor then get back to battle.
Hello all! Attempts have been made thus far to keep the aggregate viewing time for these entries beneath the ten minute mark—because we are all busy people. Today those attempts fail, but for a reason I consider worthwhile. You’ll discover this reason at the end.
Speaking of time… (Source)
Around what time do most people visit the dentist? At tooth-hurty.
Why should you stop to purchase a clock when you're running late? That way, you buy some extra time.
Hands down, 6:30 is the best time on the clock.
If you bother the clock, it might just get ticked off.
I wonder if a clever clock is called clockwise.
Why was the clock called to the principal's office? It was tocking too much.
How do you know a clock is hungry? It goes back four seconds.
A pocket watch is great for everyone. Even better if you don't like to have time on your hands.
The watch's second hand was telling a story to the minute hand. That's called second-hand information.
It’s important to always remove your watch before telling any secrets. Time will tell.
What is another name for a grandfather clock? An old timer.
1: Dad Press Conference [35 seconds]
2: Teamwork. For Men ONLY. Ladies, SKIP This One [1:02 minutes]
3: Ladies, this one’s for you. Men, GET tha heck outta HERE! [1:23 minutes]
4: 1997 Holiday Inn Ad: A High School Reunion (From Back When Transgender/Transsexual Was Recognized as the Rare Mental Illness it is and This Commercial Was Considered Legitimately Funny) [29 seconds]
And Now for the Lengthy One: Bob Newhart, Diffusing A Bomb (Worth Your Time if You’ve Got It) [7:07 minutes]
I hope you’ve enjoyed these. I did. Here’s Volume 2, if you missed it:
Laughter is always the best medicine. Thanks for brightening my day.
A man walks into a bar and orders three shots of whiskey. He tells the bartender: "I have two brothers, so every time I go to a bar I order shots for them both." The man did this for several weeks until one day he comes in and orders only two shots. "My God," says the bartender. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Oh, my brothers are fine. I was worried about my health, so I quit drinking."