DON'T TASE ME, BRO
(Thanks to queensbee and Susannah Nation)
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August 21, 2008
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Emu walks into a farm. The farmtender says, 'Why the long tase?"
Posted by: Emu Phillips | August 21, 2008 at 05:50 PM
A face only a mutha could tase.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | August 21, 2008 at 05:58 PM
The thing I don't get about emus is the cutting. I get that they borrowed the black clothes from the goths and the music from the punks. But where did they get the idea to cut themselves?
Posted by: BoscoH | August 21, 2008 at 06:06 PM
It's all fun and games until the emu gets tased
Posted by: Erb's point | August 21, 2008 at 06:12 PM
I liked that story; we'll have to keep an eye on Jonas Hogg.
Plop-Plop
Bzzz-Bzzz
In the Dog Jail now he is!
Posted by: CJrun | August 21, 2008 at 06:14 PM
"We had heard stories of these things, because they are such a powerful bird, such a big bird, with big claws and stuff, could possible hurt us.
CJ - he needs a decent editor. "They're such a powerful bird"??? "Possible hurt us"???
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | August 21, 2008 at 06:55 PM
I'm surprised no one has speculated yet on hos "Plop-plop" got his name.
Anyone? Bueller?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | August 21, 2008 at 07:02 PM
Oops - how
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | August 21, 2008 at 07:04 PM
I find nothing funny about this.
Posted by: Emo | August 21, 2008 at 07:12 PM
Annie, that's the point! This is Bay County we're talking about, here, and he didn't feel the need to quash the language. His writing was fine, butt he just let the story and people unfold around him. I thought it was good work. He didn't insert himself.
Posted by: CJrun | August 21, 2008 at 07:16 PM
CJ - I suppose you're all for letting bacteria 'unfold around you' as well.
Sigh.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | August 21, 2008 at 07:41 PM
Only if you're describing a brewery. Or making ethanol from grass clippings. Grass clippings always bother me, especially living in cities. Can you imagine how much we're talking about? Well, I always did, then I ran an experiment. I mowed cg's lawn (huge!tall!), raked it up, then said, "Dayum". She said, "Honey, why are you raking that up? That's not necessary". So, I explained it was about volume measurements. She walked away, shaking her head. Sometimes, I worry about that girl.
What were we talking about?
Posted by: CJrun | August 21, 2008 at 08:47 PM
We weren't talking. We were just settin' here watching the grass grow. Seeing if it would go to seed before you did. ;)
Posted by: Dewey Decimal | August 21, 2008 at 09:03 PM
...or bloom.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | August 21, 2008 at 09:11 PM
Well, ya know, actually it would have to bloom before it went to seed. I remember walking this one mail route, well this was awhile ago, back before they let us wear short pants, and my cuffs would get filled with seeds from every lawn. Oh, we're not just talking about the Beggar's Ticks or Ceasar Weed, either. We're talking about your vicious Sand Spurs, plus, of course, the dog poop.
What were we talking about, again?
Posted by: Cliff Clavin | August 21, 2008 at 09:50 PM
Emu Tasered? Didn't he just run the 1500m for Eritrea?
Posted by: oneblankspace | August 22, 2008 at 12:03 AM
It goes without saying (obviously, since nobody's said it, yet) that Tase My Emu WBAGNFARB.
Posted by: Lairbo | August 22, 2008 at 02:28 PM