About: brett andy

once upon a time, there was a man called jack handey who wrote deep and often humorous thoughts such as:

‘Instead of a trap door, what about a trap window? The guy looks out it, and if he leans too far, he falls out. Wait. I guess that’s like a regular window.’

and:

‘One day one of my little nephews came up to me and asked me if the equator was a real line that went around the Earth, or just an imaginary one. I had to laugh. Laugh and laugh. Because I didn’t know, and I thought that maybe by laughing he would forget what he asked me.’

and:

‘I guess of all my uncles, I liked Uncle Cave Man the best. We called him Uncle Cave Man because he lived in a cave and because sometimes he’d eat one of us. Later on we found out he was a bear.’

also:

‘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?!”‘

some of them made me laugh, some of them made me smile,  still others of them made me ponder as to what someone had possibly poured into his soda when he wasn’t looking, and how i don’t really ever use the word ‘soda.’

and then i realised that i would like to try and make people laugh and smile and wonder what was added to my drinks as well

and how if you shorten my last name ‘anderson’ i could become brett andy

kind of like jack handey, but not

as are these thorts… which i hope you will enjoy and pass on and make me world famous so i can one day produce a coffee table book of brett andy deep and random and oft humourous thorts.

or something.

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