FASCISM CREEPS INTO ENGLAND
Now they're saying a man can't torment his neighbor with a fart machine.
(Thanks to DavCat14, who also sends interesting links about Irish road bowling and octopus dumplngs.)
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Now they're saying a man can't torment his neighbor with a fart machine.
(Thanks to DavCat14, who also sends interesting links about Irish road bowling and octopus dumplngs.)
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Farst!
Posted by: Suzy Q | June 26, 2006 at 09:41 AM
I'll pass.
Posted by: CoastRaven | June 26, 2006 at 09:42 AM
The fart machine would have made a great Father's Day gift. The octopus dumplings, not so much.
Posted by: Suzy Q | June 26, 2006 at 09:43 AM
Sheeeeesh. More people who can't take a joke!!! Must be Dallas fans.
Posted by: Bucket | June 26, 2006 at 09:49 AM
Giles Bridge, defending, said Pemberton — released pending appeal — took a dislike to Kathryn and was “not able to help himself”.
That's his legal defense (or as the Brits say, defence)? Does Giles Bridge work for Lawyers 'R' Us?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | June 26, 2006 at 09:53 AM
octopus dumplings, blech! fart machines, blech! road bowling, COOL!!
Posted by: crossgirl | June 26, 2006 at 09:53 AM
"If Morio Sase has his way, hungry teenagers around the world will soon be snacking on something more exotic than McDonald's hamburgers: takoyaki, or octopus dumplings."
Don't hold your breath, sweetie.
Posted by: Straw | June 26, 2006 at 09:53 AM
Sure, Octopus Dumplings, The Beatles, right?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | June 26, 2006 at 09:54 AM
Actually, the octopus dumplings don't sound bad.
Irish Road Bowling WBAGNFARB.
Also, judging by the amount of traffic on the Irish roads I can see where they got the name. Once you get out of the cities it is pretty quiet and empty.
Much like West Virginia, I guess.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | June 26, 2006 at 09:56 AM
After eating octopus dumplings, isn't a fart machine kind of redundant?
Posted by: fivver | June 26, 2006 at 10:00 AM
Don't count out the 'Dumpling de Octopus" so quickly. You can already get Sushi at some WalMarts!!!! Yes WalMart.
Posted by: Jazzzz | June 26, 2006 at 10:09 AM
anyone down for some sushi at walmart in doral for lunch?
Posted by: Chaz, in Wade County Florida | June 26, 2006 at 10:22 AM
Don't let any tell you this isn't a great country!
Posted by: Jazzzz | June 26, 2006 at 10:32 AM
Haiku
un-neighborly gal
I can't help it, she deserves
automated fart
modern convenience
farting by remote control
life can be a dream
belch, vomit or fart
natures least popular sounds
though I don't know why
Posted by: mudstuffin | June 26, 2006 at 10:57 AM
"Mental GBH" WBAGNFARB.
(although I'm not sure if she meant liquid Ecstasy or Grievous Bodily Harm. but either way...)
Posted by: Betsy | June 26, 2006 at 10:59 AM
*snork* @ mud!
Posted by: southerngirl | June 26, 2006 at 12:35 PM
From the octopus dumplings story:
"Faced with uncertain demand for fast food as Japan's population ages, an increasing number of the nation's chains are looking overseas for new markets."
It just keeps coming back. Instead of having sex, the Japanese will solve their problem of an aging population by exporting octopus dumplings. NTTAWWT
And when did an uncertain demand for fast food become a problem?
Posted by: eat_black_licorice | June 26, 2006 at 12:38 PM
Hey mudstuffin, I was inspired to continue the Haiku,
I want a brand new
Battery Operated
Remote fart machine
Brian Pemberton
England calls him "criminal"
No! "Visionary!"
Moons and Weight Watchers
were seen by Kathryn McKay
Mental GHB!
A whole new chapter
in "Dave Barry's Guide to Guys"
Devoted to fake farts
Posted by: Matt Morrison | June 26, 2006 at 12:38 PM
Sase and his staff at Gindaco say they've struck a winning formula with their octopus balls"
And there goes their dreams for fame a` la American teenage consumers. Popularity among this blog, however, is a different story. I can see this going over well.
Posted by: muffles | June 26, 2006 at 01:31 PM
If you put the octopus balls into a folded tortilla would you call it a tako taco?
Posted by: ScottMGS | June 26, 2006 at 01:41 PM
Octopus got balls?
Posted by: sthnbelle | June 26, 2006 at 02:15 PM
Overheard at a baseball game:
Blonde: Why is he walking to first base?
Blonde's date: Because he has four balls.
Blonde: Oh.
Posted by: mudstuffin | June 26, 2006 at 02:18 PM
"Lowbrow Japanese Chow"
WBAGNFARestaurant, don'tcha think?
Posted by: Cat R. | June 26, 2006 at 03:06 PM
Road bowling sounds kinda fun, actually.
Not to rain on his parade, but West Virginia club founder and geography wiz David Powell said, "We want to play our way to Ireland."
Man, that's just not helping the image of West Virginians.
Posted by: Brainy Jello | June 26, 2006 at 05:02 PM
Or, continuing Mudstuffin's chain of tought:
A Scotsman moves to Canada and attends his first baseball game.
The first batter approached the batters' box, takes a few swings and then its a double. Everyone was on their feet screaming "Run"!
The next batter hits a single. The Scotsman listened as the crowd again cheered "RUN, RUN!"
The Scotsman enjoyed the game and began screaming with the fans. The fifth batter came up and four balls went by.
The Umpire called "Walk." The batter started his slow trot to first base.
The Scot stood up and screamed, "Rrrrun ye lazy bastard, rrrun!"
The people around him began laughing. Embarrassed, the Scot sat back down.
A friendly fan noted the man's embarrassment, leaned over and explained, "He can't run -- he's got four balls."
The Scot stood up and screamed, "Walk with pride, laddie, walk with pride."
Posted by: Glix | June 26, 2006 at 05:57 PM
I have a good friend who is from GB and she tells me that this sort of tiffs are becoming more and more common in their land. Sad.
Posted by: Dr. Doug | June 26, 2006 at 06:29 PM
What does it say about a society when it has an acronym for Grievous Bodily Harm?
I'm just asking.
Posted by: Monsoon | June 26, 2006 at 09:40 PM
Why buy a "farting" machine, Dave? If you are lactose intolerant like some people I know, just eat cheese and go to it!!! Beans are also fodder for your gas gun, too. Gosh! Those octopus dumplings sound sooooo good. Just like the ones my grandmother used to make in her old iron kettle. She had a hard time getting hold of octopus, so she just went out to the ditch in front of our house and caught crawdads. Well, i was just wondering, do you get extra points in cannonball road bowling if your ball lands on a "cow patty?" Or is that a penalty?
Posted by: Kat | June 27, 2006 at 02:14 AM
I used to work for a large food company and before starting in the corporate marketing department, I had to spend three months in the sales force calling on grocery stores in Seattle. Aside from the the frightening little old lady in one store who informed me that I was thinking too quietly for her to hear me, my strongest memory was of learning of "Butterball Bowling". Apparently, when things get slow in the wee hours of the morning, the stocking crew sets up a lane using big plastic liter bottle of sodas for pins and they bowl with frozen Butterball turkeys. Talk about your ultimate meat tenderizer.
Posted by: marfie | June 27, 2006 at 02:46 AM