TODAY'S FORECAST
Party cloudy, with an 80 percent chance of lost sphincter control.
(Thanks to Jeff Meyerson)
(UPDATE: Also thanks to everybody else in the world, according to judi)
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Party cloudy, with an 80 percent chance of lost sphincter control.
(Thanks to Jeff Meyerson)
(UPDATE: Also thanks to everybody else in the world, according to judi)
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judi fired, mudstuffin inspired in 3, 2, 1....
Posted by: CJrun | August 19, 2008 at 07:16 AM
Snakes have sphincters? Who knew?
For some reason, this picture also reminds me of the old joke that ends, "Wow this water's cold!" "Yeah, deep, too."
Posted by: Lairbo | August 19, 2008 at 07:18 AM
After Kurtis' wheelbarrow broke down, he had to hire a guy to help him around.
Posted by: Lairbo | August 19, 2008 at 07:19 AM
Is that a snake in your shorts or...Holy Sh!T!!!
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | August 19, 2008 at 07:32 AM
Wow. It takes two hands to handle that snake. Is he single??
Annie asked.
Posted by: Siouxie, hunkering in the CONE OF DEATH | August 19, 2008 at 08:13 AM
boy, if there ever were an invitation for a butt-snake poem... just to show you all that i still care:
clean and sober now for 79 days
i’ve mended fences and amended my ways
no longer the loner - my bitterness gone
i accept responsibility for what I have done
i know now a snake is not a life-ender
i no longer need those fortnight long benders
i accept my snake now as a part of my life
even though it cost me a career and a wife
to keep myself strong, and to keep myself sane
and when the night voices call out my name
i call a time-out, quit playing the blame-game
and i accept my lot, and cast out the shame
so if you see me coming, no need to turn aside
let the little kids stare too, it won’t hurt my pride
for the narrow path i’ve found and on it i will stride
and one day at a time continue - serial homicide.
Posted by: mudstuffin | August 19, 2008 at 09:16 AM
Key phrases: "a python started to slither inside his shorts" and "crush"... Eeeeek!
Now, if a sniper had nicked him during that interview, he'd have won the Murrow Award immediately, despite the Australian judge's damned tie-breaker system...
Posted by: Allen at Division | August 19, 2008 at 09:54 AM
See? that's why *I* never sent this in. Someone had already posted the link a few days ago.
YAY to mud!!
Posted by: Siouxie | August 19, 2008 at 10:15 AM
From tailor's notes: Waist - 40; hips - 44; inseam - 38; leans VERY left.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | August 19, 2008 at 10:57 AM
Here's the actual vid which I posted under the Mona Lisa thread last Wednesday:
it's hilarious!
Posted by: Steve Haller | August 19, 2008 at 11:11 AM
I love how the sign in the background says "Ridiculously High Standards."
Posted by: Matt Morrison | August 19, 2008 at 11:37 AM
Lairbo-
". . . and there's rocks on the bottom."
Posted by: Alien8 | August 19, 2008 at 01:59 PM
Bravo, mudstuffin.
Posted by: MOTW | August 19, 2008 at 02:41 PM
Just another thing we missed while at the State Fair. Saw it on the news the next morning. My husband turned to me and said, 'Where were the snakes???'
Posted by: Charlotte | August 19, 2008 at 04:01 PM
"He was quickly rescued by snake's trainer and co-anchor Steve Karlin who helped unwind the amorous Dawn."
Amorous Dawn WBAGNFARB.
Posted by: Schadeboy | August 19, 2008 at 04:50 PM
At least she kissed him before shoving her head in his pants. That's classy.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | August 20, 2008 at 10:47 AM
We made it this far without any use of the term "trouser snake"...
Posted by: oldmanatee | August 20, 2008 at 01:17 PM