WHY EVERYBODY SHOULD CARRY A TOILET PLUNGER AT ALL TIMES
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"A young girl with a bad case of acne was found to have an endocrine tumor that was affecting her gender. When the physician told her family that she needed surgery to prevent her from becoming a boy, the family rejected the idea saying they'd just change her name."
That's why I now go by the name of Pete.
Posted by: igloo | March 31, 2005 at 04:53 AM
Oh, those zany doctors! What a bunch of pranksters!
Posted by: Capt. Pike | March 31, 2005 at 04:53 AM
I'm sure the Dad is overjoyed that he was not choking instead.
Posted by: Lou Bricant | March 31, 2005 at 04:54 AM
Igloo plunges fully into the depth of this article...
"By default, colonial governors became medical advisors to their colonies. Gov. John Winthrop of Massachusetts recommended those suffering from smallpox and various fevers to quaff a drink made from pulverized toads."
We now know(not no) the Colonial heritage of the much sought after "Toad Smoothie".
Posted by: igloo | March 31, 2005 at 05:05 AM
Dave,
We may need to get the plunger out to revive this thread. Too much American Idol last night for the regulars.
Ms. Blog must be in St. Louis for the Final Four. Only way I can explain your early moning contributions of late.
Posted by: igloo | March 31, 2005 at 05:13 AM
igloo, that's mooning, not moning.
Posted by: Poop Dogg | March 31, 2005 at 05:22 AM
Too True, Poop Dogg. Too True.
Posted by: igloo | March 31, 2005 at 05:29 AM
yeah what a riot. i bet those were so funny, they forgot to laugh...
Posted by: queensbee | March 31, 2005 at 05:30 AM
Nothing like taking the, um, plunge, during a moment of desperation. Must have been a draining experience.
Of course, the son's father (as in, the father of the son, or the man whose life was saved by the son whose father was dying) will enjoy having one breast slightly larger than the other for the rest of his life.
No matter, though, he pulled through, and now some simple diet changes will go a long way towards unclogging his cardiovascular system.
Posted by: D'Artagnan | March 31, 2005 at 05:47 AM
"Stop shoving me with that plunger, jerkface!"
"I'm trying to save your life!"
"From what?"
That's bound to happen, you know. I mean, how long do you expect me to carry around a lifesaving plunger before I decide to just use it indescriminately.
Also, couldn't we get a different tool? It's not that I dislike plungers, but plumbers aren't any cheaper than doctors. How about we find a way to make carpet remnants into lifesaving devices?
Posted by: Christobol | March 31, 2005 at 06:08 AM
Good morning, D'Art - you look very good in your N-M suit! And always remember, you are not a stranger to me!
Strange, maybe, but no stranger! :)
Posted by: Eleanor | March 31, 2005 at 06:59 AM
Attention All Bloglits -
Do any of y'all remember that website with the guy who wore the freaky helmet to contact aliens?
Thanks.
Posted by: MOTW | March 31, 2005 at 07:04 AM
Dr. Don Johnson: MD, Author, UW-Madison Alum, sleek 80's icon
*cue Miami Vice theme song*
Posted by: Targetgirl | March 31, 2005 at 07:13 AM
Nevermind, I found it - Stop Abductions
Posted by: MOTW | March 31, 2005 at 07:31 AM
MOTW - I love the testimonial letter - wonderful!
Posted by: Eleanor | March 31, 2005 at 07:34 AM
Ely, are you hitting on me, hon? I'm not saying you are, sweetpea, but, just in case you are, sunshine (only because it sounds like you might be, snookums) there's a certain li'l phone number I might let you have.
*straightens out handsome Neiman-Marcus suit*
Posted by: D'Artagnan | March 31, 2005 at 07:50 AM
My favorite -
“I am using the material (Velostat) in my hat. I wear it to bed. I sleep better than I have in a long time. But it’s hard to tell if it works or not. I think it works.”
Well, there you have it! With a guarantee like this
"It's a tested device that works."
how can you go wrong?! Move over, Ron Popeil!
Posted by: MOTW | March 31, 2005 at 07:51 AM
*deducts one point from D'Art's "coolnes quotient" for boasting*
D'Art, I guess you've answered my question re blurking!
*blushes*
Posted by: Eleanor | March 31, 2005 at 08:03 AM
*hopes crush on Eleanor doesn't show too much*
*quits boasting for good*
Posted by: D'Artagnan | March 31, 2005 at 08:56 AM
D'Art - to quote Muhammad Ali
"It ain't braggin' if you can back it up."
Posted by: MOTW | March 31, 2005 at 09:04 AM
The same thing happened to my aunt. She passed out with chest pains. We didn't have a plunger but Johnny said we could hook her up to the jumper cables and jumpstart her heart. He said he saw it on MacGyver once. We put one cable on her foot and the other on her hand. It didn't work but it was really funny. RIP Aunt Delia
Posted by: Ed Man | March 31, 2005 at 09:17 AM
beep....beep....beep
Sound of D'Art backing up.
Posted by: slyeyes | March 31, 2005 at 09:19 AM
Its time to stop laughing and be serious about the thought screen helmets, an alien invasion will happen to the this world and if it does what have you to protect yourself from these creatures that only comunicate through their brains at you?, masqurade as a friendly or sexually attractive human or recive psychic harrasment from someone you find revolting that controls your mind to obey their comand from 100 miles away who could rape in your dreams?, human beings are not capable of do this kind of mind manipulation.
have you ever experienced this? if so its alien.
Posted by: timelord | January 06, 2007 at 12:42 PM