MORE FUN WITH BEER
(Thanks to Bob Towery)
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August 18, 2004
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What a touching story of friendship.
Posted by: Tetsu | August 18, 2004 at 06:38 AM
foist?
Posted by: PETER | August 18, 2004 at 06:39 AM
HAHA! What a prankster! He could be a prison guard in Iraq!
Posted by: bbescuela | August 18, 2004 at 06:39 AM
Weren’t hot pants also popular in the early 90’s?
Posted by: DiCrom | August 18, 2004 at 06:40 AM
Whatever happened to the days of putting one of the sleeping guy's hands in warm water and the other in cold water?
Posted by: Stinky McGee | August 18, 2004 at 06:41 AM
"foist" - NOT!
We men are incredibly resourceful, aren't we? Talk about a rude awakening! Sheesh...
Posted by: PETER | August 18, 2004 at 06:42 AM
5% of his body was burned - talk about a misleading statistic! - it's which 5% that counts.
Posted by: Wally Ballou | August 18, 2004 at 06:43 AM
Hey,you Hoser!Wake up 'eh? We need more BEER! I'll wake you up you HOSER...
Posted by: Sean | August 18, 2004 at 06:46 AM
"After a night of drinking, the two men ......"
uh, duh.....
Posted by: queensbee | August 18, 2004 at 06:52 AM
Well ain't this a practical prank?
As far as jokes go this one stank
You pull an all nighter
Then spark up a lighter
Then scream as your pal smokes your frank
Posted by: slowlayne | August 18, 2004 at 06:54 AM
*Then scream as your pal smokes your frank*
Ouuuuuuuuuch.....that's one frank, you don't want anywhere near a bun.....no, better not go there.
Posted by: echo | August 18, 2004 at 07:00 AM
For the flaming crotch guy's sake, I'm just hoping that "upper thigh", where he required the skin graft, wasn't a euphemism.
Posted by: Lairbo | August 18, 2004 at 07:04 AM
Liar, liar...
Posted by: ouch | August 18, 2004 at 07:12 AM
"Dude, sorry about that."
"S'OK."
"Still best buds?"
"Of course. Us f*cking morons have got to stick together."
Posted by: jamester | August 18, 2004 at 07:14 AM
He WENT BACK TO SLEEP?!?!?!?
If my Mr Happy had a burn on him, you gotta believe the LAST thing I'd do would be to take a freaking nap...
After I beat the snot out of my buddy, that is...
Posted by: Higgy | August 18, 2004 at 07:16 AM
Here's a customer for male enhancement.
Posted by: Kilmeny | August 18, 2004 at 07:34 AM
WOW- I know SOMEBODY who won't be invited to any parties any more...
Mr. Unpopularity won't be having the poker parties at his house, either.
Geeeeeeeeeez.
Posted by: introspectre | August 18, 2004 at 08:01 AM
hiaku:
snoring, then a light
pubic hair smoke fills the air
mm, mm mm no he didn't
and
dumb, dumber and the dumbest
Darwin spins in his coffin
their moms shouldn't have
Posted by: mudstuffin | August 18, 2004 at 08:21 AM
If my math is correct, 5% of a man who is 6 ft. tall is only 3.6 inches. Not that impressive...
Posted by: Katie | August 18, 2004 at 08:53 AM
Now for you libs., if there is a good case for the death penalty. This is it.
Posted by: bbartman79 | August 18, 2004 at 09:10 AM
I take it this means he will be needing new crotch joiners?
Posted by: Mr.Fisher | August 18, 2004 at 09:19 AM
Very funny, Mr. Fisher!
Posted by: jamester | August 18, 2004 at 09:44 AM
This has serious portents for...
errr....
.... well, something to do with not drinking with that guy.
Posted by: Contents_Under_Pressure | August 18, 2004 at 10:03 AM
"Hey Carl - I'm going to get another beer, you need one?"
"No thank you, Jim, I'm all good. But hey, can I ask you a favor?"
"Anything, Carl"
"If I fall asleep or anything, would you mind not charring my testicles?"
Posted by: Christobol | August 18, 2004 at 10:17 AM
I just saw on CourtTV that Mr. Jeffery Dale Lewis is now claiming that Mr. Michael William Cleare intentionally broke wind during the episode, effectively causing the burns to be worse than they otherwise would've been. Quite a novel defense...
Your crotch, your crotch, your crotch is on fire!
Posted by: Brad | August 18, 2004 at 11:47 AM
Excellent, slowlayne.
If the moron wanted to wake his friend didn't he ever hear of a hotfoot? Hot crotch just doesn't have the same resonance.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | August 18, 2004 at 11:54 AM
Dang, to wake up with your d.ck on fire. I'll take the nightmare about falling into the abyss instead any day.
Dumb: I love you, man.
Dumber: I love you too, man, but you're not getting my Bud Light.
Dumb (to himself): Oh, yeah, well you just go on ahead and pass out on that couch.
Dumb (later that evening, after 6 Bud Lights): Flick, flick, flick...
Posted by: D'Artagnan | August 18, 2004 at 11:56 AM
Lairbo ...
"Flaming Crotch Guy" ... a very bad name for a band (or maybe he's the new spokesman for VD).
Posted by: With Friends Like This | August 18, 2004 at 12:06 PM
Actually 3.6 inches is pretty good considering its predicament. I'm pretty sure mine would have shrunk down to 0.6 inches.
Was that TMI? *slinks away*
Posted by: Mike Weasel | August 19, 2004 at 09:48 AM
Did you say "predicament?"
Posted by: Cabo San Lucas | August 20, 2004 at 09:50 PM