Really choice Emo links

The Official Emo Philips Page Someone has created a newsgroup devoted to Emo (alt.fan.emo.philips). Unfortunately, it has a really poor signal-to-noise ratio. The kids these days prefer to make Yahoo Groups.

Why this page?

I was just searching the Web using google (still an awesome search engine, and just continuing to get better - more power to them), looking for a decent page with a short compilation of the wit of Emo Philips. I was very disappointed to come across page after page of "jokes-r-us.com"-type sites, ranking very high in the google search results. My objection to these pages is that they come across as crass, take too long to load, have lots of banner ads, and consequently devote little real estate to the subject of my search (Emo Philips). One of them even had the temerity to serve up a total of ten Emo one-liners and then demand that I go to the "next page" to get more. Even worse, one site had the first few words from each joke hyperlinked, so you had to go to a separate page for each joke! All I wanted to find was a page written by some guy who liked the humor of Emo Philips and I couldn't find it. So now, I will make one myself and hope that others follow suit so we can make the Internet a funnier and more usable place.
- drw

Pure, concentrated Emo

I got in a fight one time with a really big guy, and he said, "I'm going to mop the floor with your face." I said, "You'll be sorry." He said, "Oh, yeah? Why?" I said, "Well, you won't be able to get into the corners very well."

The toughest time...in anyone's life...is when you have to kill a loved one just because they're the devil.

I ran three miles today, finally I said "Lady, take your purse."

People come up to me and say, "Emo, do people really come up to you?"

People come up to me and say they're worried...that I'll reproduce.

Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.

I was walking down the street, something caught my eye...and dragged it fifteen feet.

I went to school, ya know. I went to grammar school and once we were taking a test and I was copying this other kid's paper, and I guess the teacher heard my Xerox machine. She said, "Emo, am I stupid or were you cheating?", and I said, "Ah, yes and no." She sends me to the principal's office and I get there and sit down and he looks at me and says, "Emo, Emo, Emo." I said, "I'm the one in the middle, you drunken slob." He said, "Emo, how would you like to repeat the fifth grade?" I said, "I don't know if I could do it exactly, but I could try." He said, "I could expel you!" I said, "You'll have to catch and eat me first, ya wierdo." He said, "Emo, you'll have to see the school psychologist." And I said, "But why do I have to see the school psychologist?" So he shows me the petition. So I went to the psychologist and he says, "Emo, what does this inkblot look like to you?" I said, "Well, it's kind of..." He said, "Emo, everyone sees something silly. Don't be embarrassed. Tell me, what does this inkblot look like to you?" I said, "Well, uh, to me, um, it looks like, uh, standard pattern number 3 in the Rorschach series to test obsessive compulsiveness." And he got kind of depressed, so I said, "OK, it's a butterfly." And he cheered up. "And what does this inkblot look like?" I said it looks like a horrible, ugly blob of pure evil, that sucks the souls of men into a vortex of sin and degradation." He said, "No, uh, the inkblots over there, that's a photo of my wife you're looking at." "Oh, was I far off?" He said, "No, that's the sad part." And he gave me a chocolate Easter bunny and I ate the bunny, then I thought, hey, this isn't Easter. "Is this a test?" And he said, "Yes." "And what does it mean?" He said, "Had you eaten the ears first you would have been normal. Had you eaten the feet first you would have had an inferiority complex. Had you eaten the tail first you would have had latent homosexual tendencies and had you eaten the breasts first you would have had a latent Oedipal complex." "Well...go on, what does it mean when you bite out the eyes and scream 'Stop staring at me!'?" He said, "It means you have a tendency towards self destruction." I said, "Well, what do you recommend?" He said, "Go for it."


You know, a lot of girls go out with me just to further their careers...damn anthropologists.

I was in a bar the other night, hopping from barstool to barstool, trying to get lucky - but there wasn't any gum under any of them.

The other day a woman came up to me and said, "Didn't I see you on television?" I said, "I don't know. You can't see out the other way."

Emo Philips was pulled over in Massachusetts for reckless driving. When brought before the judge, Emo was asked if he knew what the punishment for drunk driving in that state was. His reply: "I don't know, reelection to the Senate?"

I love to go down to the schoolyard and watch all the little children jump up and down and run around yelling and screaming...They don't know I'm only using blanks.

I discovered my wife in bed with another man, and I was crushed. So I said, "Get off me, you two!"

I used to think that the brain was the most fascinating part of the human body, until I realized what was telling me that.

I'm walking home from school, and I'm watching some men building a new house, and the guy hammering on the roof calls me a paranoid little weirdo.... in Morse code.

I was walking across a bridge one day, and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump off. So I ran over and said "Stop! Don't do it!"
"Why shouldn't I?" he said.
I said, "Well, there's so much to live for!"
He said, "Like what?"
I said, "Well...are you religious or atheist?"
He said, "Religious."
I said, "Me too! Are you Christian or Buddhist?"
He said, "Christian."
I said, "Me too! Are you Catholic or Protestant?"
He said, "Protestant."
I said, "Me too! Are you Episcopalian or Baptist?"
He said, "Baptist!"
I said, "Wow! Me too! Are you Baptist Church of God or Baptist Church of the Lord?"
He said, "Baptist Church of God!"
I said, "Me too!
Are you original Baptist Church of God, or are you Reformed Baptist Church of God?"
He said, "Reformed Baptist Church of God!"
I said, "Me too!
Are you Reformed Baptist Church of God, Reformation of 1879, or Reformed Baptist Church of God, Reformation of 1915?"
He said, "Reformed Baptist Church of god, Reformation of 1915!"
I said, "Die, heretic scum", and pushed him off.

At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.

My cousin just died. He was only 19. He got stung by a bee - the natural enemy of a tightrope walker.

The IRS sent back my tax return saying I owed $800. I said "If you'll notice, I sent a paper clip with my return. Given what you've been paying for things lately, that should more than make up the difference."

A friend of mine gave me a Philip Glass record. I listened to it for five hours before I realized it had a scratch on it.

I was driving down the highway, and I'm swerving all over, coz I'm trying to change the radio, and just as I get the old one taken out I hear this traffic cop behind me, "Whee-oo, whee-oo, whee-oo" .... well, I shouldn't make fun of his speech impediment... He asks me to walk in a straight line, so I do, then he asks me "You call that a straight line?". Well, I should have said, I SHOULD have said.... "yes". But I was nervous and the only thing I could think of was "Well Officer Pythagoras, the closest you'll ever come to a straight line is if they do an electroencephalogram of your own brain-wave."

You know what I hate? Indian givers...no, I take that back.

When I was a kid, I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realized that the Lord, in his wisdom, didn't work that way. So I just stole one and asked him to forgive me.

People always ask me, "Where were you when Kennedy was shot?" Well, I don't have an alibi.

My ex-girlfriend was very sexy. She reminded me of the Sphinx because she was very mysterious and eternal and solid...and her nose was shot off by French soldiers.

I read somewhere that 77 per cent of all the mentally ill live in poverty. Actually, I'm more intrigued by the 23 per cent who are apparently doing quite well for themselves.

I saw a woman wearing a sweatshirt with "Guess" on it. I said, "Thyroid problem?"

...and always remember the last words of my grandfather, who said "A truck!"