Jerry Begly is Running for President in a Weird Way

I entered the presidential race with this spectacular video using a lawn ornament.

My mom used to wish that I was running for President of the United States. Now I am.

I put together a crack team of powerful, elite “handlers, lawyers, marketing interns, and makeup artists,” and threw my hat into the ring. My Media Consortium from Bangladesh produced this stunning new video.

Sit back with a bowl of low fat popcorn and enjoy throwing the kernels at your computer screen. Hit the spinning wheels and score 500 points. Hit the yellow daisy and you score 1000.

The first person to score 100,000 gets to be my running mate, or Secretary of Ice Cream Parlors, whichever opening is available.

I’m Jerry Begly, and I approve of this post.

Don’t Outguess the Boss

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I learned several years ago that you shouldn’t try to outguess the boss. You will end up doing the wrong thing every now and then.

The problem is, I’m not positive what this sign means.

On the one hand, it could mean that only company employees are allowed in the basement. That would make sense, except that the sign is on the back side of the door leading down to the basement. A visitor wouldn’t see the sign unless they went down and came back up the stairs. Plus the theater is in the basement.

On the other hand, the sign could mean that employees are only allowed in the basement, and nowhere else. That would make sense, because we are supposed to use the employee break room in the basement, and we are definitely not allowed to eat our lunches in the restaurant, even when we buy them from the restaurant.

But that couldn’t hold true all of the time, because then who would operate the roller coaster or bury fossils in the sand?

I don’t know.

Until I find out what the sign means, I’m going to just keep on wearing the Groucho Marx glasses and slink around the jobsite.

My Denver Book Signing

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At the Mountains and Plains Book Expo, I took part in the Authors Signing Night. It was a treat being in the same room with 75 other authors, autographing copies of my book “Dad, The Tooth Fairy Didn’t Come!”

Most of the authors were very kind, and I even came out with a button which read, “I AM NOT A SERIAL KILLER.”

The biggest surprise to me was to find out that the pen of choice for signing is not some expensive custom ballpoint, but rather a permanent black Sharpie. The reason is that it make a very bold statement. Nearly everyone uses them.

So much for the diamond encrusted calligraphy pen with the magnesium thumb grip that I had my eye on for when I make it to the big time.

Superunleashed in 3D

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Caleb and I got a cool peek at my blog in 3D that we want to share with you.

Now you know what my computer thinks of me.

Teddy Roosevelt Loves Ice Cream

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The other day I was walking by the General Store, in Redstone Colorado. I looked over and who should I see? Teddy Roosevelt. Looking very presidential, eating an ice cream cone.

I sauntered over to him and said, “Mr. President, what’s your favorite kind of  ice cream?”

“Anything,” he huffed, “that Barack Obama DOESN’T like!”

I shook his hand, thanked him for his service, and marched away.