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the crypts and columns of the rectal outlet
FIRST of all, I didn't even know I had those....
Posted by: Eleanor | August 16, 2006 at 12:11 PM
What an a$$.
Posted by: Bumble | August 16, 2006 at 12:12 PM
Dave - any plans for you and Ridley teaming up to write the prequel to this romance - Peter and the Proctologist?
Posted by: MOTW | August 16, 2006 at 12:14 PM
Well what's more romantic than looking deeply into a beautiful brown eye?
Posted by: GoatThumper | August 16, 2006 at 12:15 PM
Any man who tried to romance me in the rectal outlet had better step away slowly or I may go all Yesenia Ortiz on his winky.
Just sayin' - you blog boys don't have to run away that fast!
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 12:16 PM
*SNROK*@GoatThumper.
Posted by: KOW | August 16, 2006 at 12:20 PM
MOTW - I heard it's going to be called Peter Bedpan.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | August 16, 2006 at 12:21 PM
I'm speechless. And I don't even want to know what "linear cauterisation" means!
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | August 16, 2006 at 12:23 PM
*whips out digital eraser, inverts R & O in previous post*
Nothing to see here....
*wanders off, whistling*
Posted by: KOW | August 16, 2006 at 12:24 PM
"People who bought this book also purchased:
Colonoscopies: Tunnels of Love
Poems of the Pap Smear
Biography of Urethra Franklin
And
My Vibrator & Me - A Tale of Love & Hate
Posted by: Punkin Poo | August 16, 2006 at 12:24 PM
"...a proctologist by trade and by temperament."
I've had many an ex-boyfriend that I would describe as a proctologist by temperment.
Posted by: casey | August 16, 2006 at 12:25 PM
LOL at Punkin Poo!
Posted by: casey | August 16, 2006 at 12:26 PM
LOL at Punkin Poo!
Posted by: casey | August 16, 2006 at 12:26 PM
*snork* @ punkin and casey
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | August 16, 2006 at 12:28 PM
"Morgani is remembered by the crypts and columns of the rectal outlet
something to be proud of, no??
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 12:28 PM
Is Blurk back yet? I can't believe he could stay silent on these recent threads!
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 12:29 PM
"He claims he was the first (and possibly the last) to insert the whole hand into the rectum."
A whole hand? Holy cow, who was he working on? No chance w/ me, it's marked "exit only."
Posted by: Foghorn Leghorn | August 16, 2006 at 12:30 PM
general SNORK.
Posted by: Betsi | August 16, 2006 at 12:31 PM
*snork* Punkin!
kitten - he'll kick himself in the "rectal outlet" for missing these threads...
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 12:32 PM
"He claims he was the first (and possibly the last) to insert the whole hand into the rectum."
Reminds me of this one...
What do you call an Amish man with his arm up a horse's a$$?
---a mechanic.
Posted by: stevie w | August 16, 2006 at 12:33 PM
well, i should check amazon - what a great christmas gift for all my friends. saves me many trips to the mall.... farbeit for me to make any rectal or a$$ jokes. no, not me. all those types of jokes are behind me.
Posted by: queensbee | August 16, 2006 at 12:35 PM
"Morgani is remembered by the crypts and columns of the rectal outlet."
I can never remember which ones are the stalactites and which are the stalagmites and which are the dingleberries.
Posted by: stevie w | August 16, 2006 at 12:37 PM
and where is Wyo with some farm animal jokes?
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 12:38 PM
"Mom...Tom Cruise wont come out of the closet..."
Posted by: Chaz | August 16, 2006 at 12:41 PM
Alternate title for the tome:
TIPTOE ... THROUGH THE POLYPS
Posted by: stevie w | August 16, 2006 at 12:42 PM
"Anyone who enjoys Blanchard's The Romance of Proctology can seek delight also in A Radclyffe Dugmore's 1914 classic, The Romance of the Beaver."
Hard to top that line.
Posted by: will | August 16, 2006 at 12:43 PM
People who bought this book also bought:
"Michael Jackson's Other Glove" - by Dr. Turninkof
"Anals of Improbable Yoga - How I Put My Head Up My @ss" - by Ann Coulter
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | August 16, 2006 at 12:45 PM
Blanchard was a proctologist by trade and by temperament.
Well, it's like they say, some people are born to be proctologists and some people have proctology thrust into them...
Posted by: Lairbo | August 16, 2006 at 12:45 PM
"He claims he was the first (and possibly the last) to insert the whole hand into the rectum."
Not according to some ambiguously-labeled links I've stumbled across...
Posted by: Clean Hands | August 16, 2006 at 12:46 PM
SNORK!@Clean Hands on Proctology thread.....
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | August 16, 2006 at 12:48 PM
does this remind anyone else of this?
Posted by: Sarah J | August 16, 2006 at 12:49 PM
*SNORK!* @ stevie
Posted by: marfie | August 16, 2006 at 12:49 PM
again, CH?? did we not warn you about those links???
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 12:50 PM
Teh intarwebs are a confusing and scary place sometimes, Siouxie, let there be no doubt about it.
Posted by: Clean Hands | August 16, 2006 at 12:54 PM
May I be the first to say EEEWWWWWWW!
Thank you.
Protologist by disposition? Is that like being a gardener?
Posted by: Mikey | August 16, 2006 at 12:55 PM
Major Snorks:
Stevie w's stalagmites
Dave's motion picture idea
All the rest of you who've brought me to tears...
Posted by: nannie | August 16, 2006 at 12:56 PM
Reminds me of the song about the colo-rectal song from the Smothers Brothers (I think) show:
Here's to the colo-rectal surgeon
misunderstood and much maligned
working in the heart of darkness
working where the sun don't shine
Posted by: Foghorn Leghorn | August 16, 2006 at 12:58 PM
*SNORK* at Radclyffe Dugmore
Posted by: Betsi | August 16, 2006 at 12:59 PM
*snork* @ Sarah J
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | August 16, 2006 at 01:01 PM
begrudged *SNORK* @ Annie - even if her Spankees are evil.
Posted by: Punkin Poo | August 16, 2006 at 01:04 PM
note to Punkin - if you're interested, I posted a new version of Sinatra's "New York, New York" on my site. It's in honor of Mel Gibson, since he seems to have his head up his butt.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | August 16, 2006 at 01:18 PM
ISIANMTU:
A couple of years I thought about changing careers within the Air Force. I was going to be a flight engineer on a helicopter. As part of the application process I had to get a very thorough physical. After about 4 hours of being poked and prodded and generally looked over it came time for the very last examination. The doctor was a young guy and he kind of stood there just looking at me. After a minute I said, "Doc, I don't want your finger up my @ss any more than you wanna put it there." He said, "Sergeant Jarrett, you're absolutely right." He signed my paperwork and I left.
Whew!!!!!!!!
Posted by: blurk | August 16, 2006 at 01:22 PM
Oops, make that "A couple of years ago"
Stupid agos.
Posted by: blurk | August 16, 2006 at 01:24 PM
*snork* blurk!!
My ex had to have a rectal examination one time after his vasectomy (yes I made him have it) and he turned around and told the doc..."At least you coulda taken me to dinner first"
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 01:27 PM
"The Romance of Pepperell, Being a Brief Account of the Career of Sir William Pepperell, Soldier, Pioneer, American Merchant and Developer of New England Industry, for Whom the Pepperell Manufacturing Company was Named, and the Towns of Saco and Biddeford in the State of Maine, Wherein the First Manufacturing Unit of the Pepperell Company was Established"
Wow.
Posted by: Jemmy | August 16, 2006 at 01:40 PM
don't knock the nasty exam, Blurk - my sister's husband had one (she forced him to before their insurance ended) and they found a large growth that had not developed into a tumor but most likely would have in the future...
/lecture
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 01:48 PM
Ok - speaking as a guy, there's two words I don't want to hear together about my doctor - "Proctologist" and "Romance"
Posted by: Pablo | August 16, 2006 at 01:49 PM
"So, you're the @ssman!"
Posted by: strewth! | August 16, 2006 at 01:57 PM
kitten, I know it's a good idea to have the exam. I can reason this intellectually. I just can't get over the thought of some guy's finger shoved up my (EDDTPOC).
Posted by: blurk | August 16, 2006 at 01:58 PM
culo???
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 02:11 PM
or Uranus?? *snork*
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 02:12 PM
blurkie - find a female protologist, preferably one near a bar. Butt have it done. Who knows, maybe you'll find those missing keys, some spare change or even Jimmy Hoffa...
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | August 16, 2006 at 02:16 PM
if it stars Tom Cruise...."Mission: Impassible"
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | August 16, 2006 at 02:20 PM
Blurk, try having a cold metal object shoved into your privates and pry you open like the jaws of life. Fun times!
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 02:27 PM
kitten - I feel your pain! I just had my annual checkup and it ain't FUN! No foreplay or nuttin'!
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 02:36 PM
Hey, and don't forget, proctology is a game that girls can play, too! So they can be medically assaulted on BOTH sides. What fun!
Posted by: Clean Hands | August 16, 2006 at 02:39 PM
Kitten and Siouxie, this is another of those instances where I am exercising UNBELIEVABLE restraint.
Mary, once again, you're welcome.
Posted by: blurk | August 16, 2006 at 02:40 PM
Blurk, please go ahead, if you can make the experience sound even remotely sexy, you are truly a talented man!
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 02:46 PM
oh yeah, CH...loads of fun! NOT!
blurk, we thank your for your restraint... :P
oh and btw..I have something to confess...I've been cheating on you today...had numerous MULTIPLE simuls with other blog guys (including CH here). You shouldn't have left me all alone here...last night shoulda made up for it tho :)
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 02:46 PM
Siouxie - I didn't know you swung that way (NTTAWWT)...thanks for keeping all probing tools away from me, though
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 02:48 PM
kitten, I usually don't but sometimes it just works out that way :)
As far as the probing tools go...only the battery operated ones need apply...
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 02:51 PM
like a pocket rocket?
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 02:53 PM
or 'The Rabbit'
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 02:56 PM
That's not a rocket in my pocket.
I'm just happy to see you.
Posted by: blurk | August 16, 2006 at 02:57 PM
Oh, Blurk, we're always happy to see you *wink*
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 02:59 PM
http://www.therabbitvibrator.com/
LOL I know blurk can't see this ...for you kitten!
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 03:00 PM
Must be good, Siouxie - I can't view it either.
*sticking tongue out at Blurk, who is bound to be pouting*
Posted by: kitten | August 16, 2006 at 03:02 PM
oh well...you get the jist of it...or go to the website later ;)
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 03:05 PM
Hey Annie's back! Hi Annie! We missed ya.
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | August 16, 2006 at 03:25 PM
Hey! I don't pout! Well, maybe I do but not...oh, hell...nevermind.
Posted by: blurk | August 16, 2006 at 03:38 PM
Siouxie -
Surprisingly, I could see that one. Now, if y'all could excuse me, I must go deletedeletedelete my internet history.
Posted by: sthnbelle | August 16, 2006 at 03:58 PM
*snork* sorry....good thing they don't check MINE :)
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 03:59 PM
don't worry, blurk...I won't be e-mailing you this link...;P
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 04:04 PM
Thank you for your restraint, Siouxie.
Posted by: blurk | August 16, 2006 at 04:15 PM
I'm pretty sure they don't check mine (I still have a job), but better safe than sorry!
Posted by: sthnbelle | August 16, 2006 at 04:18 PM
welcome, blurk...sorry I was on my way home :P
Posted by: Siouxie | August 16, 2006 at 04:57 PM
What a truly strange article.
Posted by: muffles | August 16, 2006 at 05:53 PM
Sarah J -- mememememememeeeee!
That wuz my first and only thot, the cr surgeon song, until I got to your link ... tnx for mentionin' it, so I din't hafta ...
ISIANMTU ... speakin' of havin' a person of the opposite gender-type female persuasion perform this procedure ... trust me ... it ain't any more fun than the other way ...
Posted by: O. the U(manity) | August 16, 2006 at 10:57 PM
RIDDLE OF THE SPHINCTER
What flows freely in the morning, regularly during the daytime, and can't do crap in the evening without bran or prune juice?
Posted by: stevie w | August 17, 2006 at 01:57 AM
Foghorn,
Yup, I know the song. It's called "Workin' Where the Sun Don't Shine" and is performed by a couple of Canadians named Bowser and Blue. I looked it up a while ago.
"A doctor he wanted to be,
For golf he loved to play;
But this was not quite what he meant
By 18 holes a day!"
Great song.
Mare
Posted by: Mare Imbrium | August 17, 2006 at 10:14 AM