WHY THIS BLOG DOES NOT GET INVOLVED IN KARAOKE
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ow,ow,ow,ow,ow,ow,ow,
first....
Posted by: Peg Leg Pete | January 25, 2006 at 09:15 AM
Being a foolish man, and possibly with the first post, I foolishly clicked.
OUCH.
Posted by: ShadowKatmandu | January 25, 2006 at 09:16 AM
"Attempted?"
Oh, good, then it's just a misdeweiner.
(Had to say it first.)
Posted by: JT | January 25, 2006 at 09:16 AM
He must have tried to trick her by saying that Tony wanted to talk to her.
Posted by: Shredder | January 25, 2006 at 09:19 AM
NSFW!
At least one can get something to practice on..
I'm gonna!
Posted by: russell | January 25, 2006 at 09:19 AM
EEEWWWW - YUCKY ANAGRAM ALERT
Island of Peace
=
Penis Load Face
Posted by: CoastRaven | January 25, 2006 at 09:20 AM
also =
Lo Penis Facade
Whateveer that means
Posted by: CoastRaven | January 25, 2006 at 09:22 AM
*Typing from fetal position*
I'm not sure I would be posting under the name Peg Leg Pete, given the context of this story - just sayin'.
*snork* at JT!
Posted by: Blue Meanie | January 25, 2006 at 09:22 AM
Scissors? She used SCISSORS???? Then she wasn't serious. If she was serious she'd have used a machete. It's gotta be a sharp blade with no serations. Steak knives take too long and leave a jagged edge. Pruning shears are ideal.
Not that I've given this any thought......
Posted by: Punkin (NEVER hit me!) Poo | January 25, 2006 at 09:31 AM
There's an old eskimo term
for this procedure;
Oosikus Removus Ouchus
Posted by: R.T. Firefly | January 25, 2006 at 09:35 AM
this really is on the cutting ney bleeding edge of comedy!
Posted by: Geoff | January 25, 2006 at 09:37 AM
According to the internet anagram server, the victim's name can spell:
a kinky hag
or
khaki yang.
What about your daVinci code, now?
Posted by: ALDentist | January 25, 2006 at 09:39 AM
"internet anagram server"?! - ya mean I dont have to come up with this twisted krap in my own warped noggin?
Posted by: CoastRaven | January 25, 2006 at 09:41 AM
If Jack Bauer had sustained this injury,
he would have sutured himself up.
While exhanging fire at the same time!
(Chloe,download athe "SutureSelf"
beginners kit,please!)
Posted by: R.T. Firefly | January 25, 2006 at 09:42 AM
Ooooooohhh, that's gonna leave a mark......
Posted by: Bucket | January 25, 2006 at 09:45 AM
Painful, yes, but now (depending on how well it was sutured), he has his own "Wiener Whistle" for Karaoke Night.
Posted by: Lairbo | January 25, 2006 at 09:59 AM
"Darling, what is that paper cutter doing next to the bed?"
"I sometimes do office work at night, sweetums, Punkin Poo says it's much more efficient than scissors."
"You know I would never hit you ,dear."
"Or do karaoke?"
"Especially that!"
Posted by: insomniac | January 25, 2006 at 10:01 AM
My legs are crossed tightly, I have a large book on my lap and I am sweating profusely as I type this.
But it's my fault. I *am* a man of the male gender and I read the story in spite of Dave's warning. Of course, being a guy, there is no way I could NOT have ignored it after reading an intro like that!
Posted by: Goog L | January 25, 2006 at 10:06 AM
He shouldn't have favored his wife with his interpretation of "Cuts Like A Knife"...
Posted by: Ken | January 25, 2006 at 10:17 AM
Was he doing the Sheryl Crow or Rod Stewart version of "The First Cut Is The Deepest"?
Posted by: Ken | January 25, 2006 at 10:18 AM
Insom - It's no mistake I left the paper-cutter option out - though it's truly a beautiful instrument, it's too conspicuous to have by the bed. And the guys wiggle too much to get perfect placement. (It's so hard to get the ropes as tight as you want them, what with all the screaming, crying and begging going on....now where did I leave that duct tape?)
Posted by: Punkin (the headhunter) Poo | January 25, 2006 at 10:25 AM
*looks at Punkin in a WHOLE new light...
*backs away VERY slowly...
Dang!
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 25, 2006 at 10:34 AM
CoastRaven - Yes, the anagram server can be found here: http://www.wordsmith.org/anagram/.
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 25, 2006 at 10:37 AM
Better back away fast, or you might not be Mr. Completely .....
Posted by: Blue Meanie | January 25, 2006 at 10:37 AM
I guess Mr Completely wants to stay that way.
Posted by: Punkin Poo | January 25, 2006 at 10:37 AM
Ken - Before the incident he was Rod... Afterwards - Sheryl
Posted by: CoastRaven | January 25, 2006 at 10:38 AM
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH----WHY DID I CLICK! WHYWHYWHY DID I CLICK!!!!!
Posted by: Morty | January 25, 2006 at 10:39 AM
CoastR - Another good anagram site is at http://www.anagramsite.com/advanced.html
Posted by: Blue Meanie | January 25, 2006 at 10:39 AM
I am truly a peaceful, fun loving woman by nature.
Unless you lay a hand on me, or attempt a karaoke version of "Mandy". Then I get a wee bit snippy.
Any court in the world would aquit me - right girls?
Posted by: Punkin Poo | January 25, 2006 at 10:40 AM
Simulpost, simulthought with Punkin Poo!!
Wait....is that a good thing?
*Searches for kevlar™ underwear*
Posted by: Blue Meanie | January 25, 2006 at 10:41 AM
*nods head at Punkin Poo*
*runs away*
Posted by: rita | January 25, 2006 at 10:48 AM
And women claim that childbirth is painful?
Posted by: John Wayne Bobbitt | January 25, 2006 at 10:49 AM
*sitting quietly in the corner, keeping my comments to myself for now*
Posted by: TCK | January 25, 2006 at 10:51 AM
Better hope Annie's not taking notes today, TCK.
Posted by: Blue Meanie | January 25, 2006 at 10:52 AM
Hey Blue, would a peg be an appropriate replacement? Need a chain saw to, well, nevermind....
Posted by: Peg Leg Pete | January 25, 2006 at 10:56 AM
I have more fun doing anagrams here at the office... I DID however have a co-worker wondeer why I had "Penis Load Face" written on a post-it note... errrr THAT was a bit odd.
Posted by: CoastRaven | January 25, 2006 at 10:57 AM
Pete - you're askin' the wrong guy, or maybe even the wrong gender. But at least you'd have a built-in woodie.
Posted by: Blue Meanie | January 25, 2006 at 10:59 AM
Would Built In Woodie BAGNFARB?
Posted by: Peg Leg Pete | January 25, 2006 at 11:02 AM
Oooh! Thanks Peg! (runs out to get a table saw - and a protective poncho)
Posted by: Punkin (loves Home Depot) Poo | January 25, 2006 at 11:04 AM
Tee hee...
I found this vastly amusing. My husband's party piece for years has been "YMCA" by the Village People.
No one would blame me at all.
Posted by: Kilmeny | January 25, 2006 at 11:05 AM
Kilmeny - wanna borrow my poncho?
Posted by: Punkin Poo | January 25, 2006 at 11:11 AM
Just remember, termites could be a problem.
Posted by: Peg Leg Pete | January 25, 2006 at 11:16 AM
"and attempted to cut off his penis, the newspaper reported, not detailing whether she succeeded."
Close enough, I'd say...
Posted by: jamester | January 25, 2006 at 11:24 AM
Can I use the table saw too?
Posted by: Kilmeny | January 25, 2006 at 11:26 AM
There's something happening here
What it is is appallingly clear
There's a babe with a scissors right there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's quite satisfied with my song
Young woman speaking her mind
I’m getting so much puckering in my behind
I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the girls
A thousand slashes by my curls
Singing songs, I a-thought it was cool
But they just say, let’s whack off his tool
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your bed she will creep
It starts when you're always off-key
Flub some lines, woman come and take it from me
We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, now, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Posted by: Blue Meanie | January 25, 2006 at 11:35 AM
"walked 500m to a relatives house" - let's see - that's over 1500 feet - so about 1/3rd of a mile...WITH A PARTIALLY SEVERED PENIS!
I've found my new hero...
This guy probably jogged home from his vasectomy...
Posted by: Higgy | January 25, 2006 at 11:43 AM
*snork* @ Higgy
(that's not a comment - just a snork)
Posted by: TCK | January 25, 2006 at 11:46 AM
Kilmeny - (BTW, LOVE that name!) No need for the table saw. The guy at Home Depot hooked me up with this great thing called a "saws-all". I asked him if it did indeed SAW ALL....he ran off to ask the supervisor and never came back. Guess he was busy. And off course you can borrow it! Just let me break it in....
Posted by: Punkin Poo | January 25, 2006 at 12:03 PM
(The following is to the tune of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight", and was obtained from a friend's grade school son.)
In the bedroom, the mighty bedroom
John Bobbit sleeps tonight.
In the kitchen, the mighty kitchen
Loretta gets a knife.
A weiner whack, a weiner whack...
Posted by: Hee Haw | January 25, 2006 at 12:11 PM
Blue M:
Nice work on the Buffalo Springfield song.
You can drive the geezer bus any time you like, although I think we'll have to repaint it in psychedelic colors and all wear tie-dye depends.
Posted by: Lairbo | January 25, 2006 at 12:11 PM
We have you surrounded Punkin Poo. We men are armed and dangerous. After watching Jack for four seasons we know the correct placement of thigh shots. If you value your thighs, put the saw on the ground, put your hands over your head and step out into the open where we can see you clearly.
Posted by: ArcticAl | January 25, 2006 at 12:18 PM
Teaser fuss? Speak up, Sonny, can't hear ya....
And how come all these maniacs passing me on the right are waving at me?
Posted by: Blue Meanie | January 25, 2006 at 12:24 PM
*waves lighter in the air for Blue Meanie*
Posted by: southerngirl | January 25, 2006 at 12:24 PM
ArcticAl - Where do you get this "we" stuff? Leave me out of this; she has a Saws-All™ and a man's gotta sleep sometime...
*still looking wide-eyed at Punkin (from a safe distance)
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 25, 2006 at 12:27 PM
Lorena Kaing?
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | January 25, 2006 at 12:39 PM
Oh take your time Punkin, be sure to do the job correctly.
I actually worked at a Home Depot for a while and its entirely possible he never came back because he couldn't FIND a supervisor. Certainly I never saw them. They were like the Wizard of OZ.
Posted by: Kilmeny | January 25, 2006 at 12:54 PM
Just FYI...I have been to Cambodia/ Malaysia/ Indonesia and "karaoke" is basically a euphamism for "whorehouse". There pay to sing karaoke and get "special services". It costs 10USD for a "full body massage". My husband's cousin married a woman who used to work at a karaoke bar and she is shunned by the whole family. So he wasn't just singing, he was messing around. Not that I condone the use of scissors...
Posted by: lain-of-the-wired | January 25, 2006 at 12:59 PM
25 stitches ... so Jay Leno quipped that the guy told all his friends that it took 43
Posted by: Peter Mucha | January 25, 2006 at 01:08 PM
Mama's got a sawsall,
Daddy never sleeps at night!
Posted by: pogo | January 25, 2006 at 01:10 PM
*zips in*
*applauds Blue Meanie's song*
*stands next to Punkin Poo and raises arm up holding scissors*
Seriously, (really), I've always wondered how a guy could really be comfortable sleeping next to a woman, when women think these types of thoughts ALL THE TIME!
At least that's what my girlfriends have told me - *ahem*
Question for the guys here:
Which made you hold your legs tighter together - the scissors or the stitches???
Posted by: Eleanor | January 25, 2006 at 01:16 PM
John. Totally sick, I mean really sick.
Posted by: Down in Texas | January 25, 2006 at 01:28 PM
El - The scissors, definitely. At least when they put the stitches in, you're numb from Novocain™ or something...
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 25, 2006 at 01:29 PM
So no one's gonna comment on that childbirth remark? Look, fella, think 'weiner whacking' for 15 or 20 hours, ok? Even with pinking shears, Lorena woulda been done in 15 minutes. ("Note the festive use of zigzag trim" M.S.)
Posted by: wecallitdiscomfortdear | January 25, 2006 at 01:30 PM
While reluctant to make any sort of comment in the presence of scissors-weilding females, I'm gonna have to side with Mr. C. on the scissors vs. stitches question
Posted by: TCK | January 25, 2006 at 01:33 PM
When I wake up yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up with no dick.
When I get out yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets out to get it stitched.
But I would walk 500 meters
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 meters
With my dick in my hand to the neighbor's door.
Posted by: The Proclaimers | January 25, 2006 at 01:35 PM
There is something I need to clear up here. I did not slap my wife. She was mad at me because I was out karaoki-ing without her. She said "You wanna sing, huh?", I said "oh yeah, baby, bring it on" (thinking I was gonna get some more to cap off a good night), and than she came at me with the scissors. I was shocked when she snipped it off. But we are back together and she thinks the sex is awesome with the stitches in there.
Thank you all so much for your concern, though. I am doing much better.
Posted by: Khay Kaing | January 25, 2006 at 01:42 PM
This guy must be one heck of a piano player, because it is obvious he will never play the organ again.
# /rimshot.h
Posted by: PirateBoy | January 25, 2006 at 01:49 PM
This guy must be one heck of a piano player, because it is obvious that he will never play the organ again.
Posted by: PirateBoy | January 25, 2006 at 01:51 PM
This guy must be a heck of a piano player, since it is obvious he's not going to play the organ again.
Posted by: PirateBoy | January 25, 2006 at 01:54 PM
My hubby (a kind, non-cheating, non-hitting, VERY non-karaoke singing guy) sleeps with a teensie tiny motorcycle helmut he stole from our Grandaughter's "My Little Pony" on his head. Um, the OTHER head. Safety first!
Posted by: Punkin Poo | January 25, 2006 at 01:56 PM
Ok, what's with the blog clock NOW?
Posted by: Peg Leg Pete | January 25, 2006 at 01:58 PM
Punkin - Which one is his OTHER head?
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 25, 2006 at 02:04 PM
Peg - Consider the size of a "My Little Pony".
(Yes, my man is hung like a toy pony.)
Posted by: Punkin Poo | January 25, 2006 at 02:15 PM
Since you guys brought up the Lorena thing already... I live in the town where that happened. Forget two huge Civil War battles- when I tell people at college where I'm from, they say "Oh, that's the place where that Lorena Bobbit woman was from." What a thing to be known for.
Posted by: HooBert | January 25, 2006 at 02:20 PM
Wait - was that a blog spammer? I hate those!
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 25, 2006 at 02:32 PM
She used scissors? That's for amateurs. What a hack!
*quietly taking notes and watching tck closely*
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 25, 2006 at 03:50 PM
So that's why airport security confiscated my pair of Slip-N-Snips?
Posted by: Bumble | January 25, 2006 at 04:22 PM
Hey! We're time-travel posting again.
Posted by: Bumble | January 25, 2006 at 04:24 PM
Remember Dave's Year in Review for the year the terrible thing happened to J.W. Bobbitt? Tropic Magazine's staff cartoonist drew an accompanying "Bobbiteen" with a tiny hole where the neck would be placed in a guillotine. And Dave commented, "Sales of cast iron jockstraps shoot up." I still have a copy of that Tropic issue. Hilarious!
Posted by: Stupendous Man | January 25, 2006 at 04:47 PM
Bumble, why is it that this time traveling stuff always seems to happen when you're around?
Just askin' :)
Posted by: southerngirl | January 25, 2006 at 04:47 PM
southerngirl- Hey; it's John and El who are posting in the future. Don't blame me.
Posted by: Bumble | January 25, 2006 at 04:53 PM
Punkin Poo - Isn't that a bit TMI? And does he know you're posting such an embarassing "little" personal "tidbit" about him?
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 25, 2006 at 05:29 PM
My bologna had a first name - was O-S-C-A-R.
My bologna had a second name - but now just call me "Scar."
She cut and sawed and hacked away,
The "O" came off and wouldn't stay,
'Cause wifey didn't like the way I drank and wandered off to play.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 25, 2006 at 07:15 PM
Annie~ *snork*
Posted by: Bumble | January 25, 2006 at 07:40 PM
It is at times like this that I remember the last thing I said to John Wayne Gacey:
Are you going to eat that pickle?
Posted by: John Bobbitt | January 25, 2006 at 09:23 PM
Memo to Bobbitt:
Lorena was right. You are definitely a sicko!! :-)
Posted by: Eleanor | January 25, 2006 at 09:34 PM
I don't know who posted "500 meters", but the Proclaimers are my favorite singing Scots twins in the whole entire world. No kilts, though.
"If yer bloggin'/will ye send back
A letter fraahm America
Take a luuk/up the railtrack
From Miami/ to...
Kansas City"?
Posted by: Betsy | January 25, 2006 at 09:39 PM
So ... (not sew ...) ... this article raises a couple (well, three) questions ...
25 stitches ...
Was that lengthwise or circumferencial ... (that's two)
How much is that in metric?
Posted by: U.O | January 26, 2006 at 12:12 AM
such is life here in Cambodia !
Lord Playboy
www.khmer440.com
Posted by: Lord Playboy | January 26, 2006 at 12:55 AM
Lord Playboy (if that is your real name) - Okay. Thanks for stopping by.
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 26, 2006 at 01:51 AM