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September 26, 2007


No thanks.

(Thanks to Susannah Nation and Meanie the Blue)


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Does anyone else find it vaguely suspicious that the main players in this story are Peg Steele and John Wood's leg?

*High fives Susannah*

You do realize it's a Wooden leg?

Mr. Wood can't complain, after all he doesn't have a leg to stand on.

*Breaks into the I Got Posted AND First! dance medley*

*Politely asks coworkers to stop calling Security*

Je ne comprends pas... what izz a smokerrr?

You hear this all the time: "Anybody know where I left my knees?"

Yep...there are them as believes that on Judgment Day, the Resurrection can't be carried out unless all the parts are there. The hospital called when my godmother died and asked if we'd like her (much) previously amputated leg along with the rest of her remains: they'd been prudently keeping it stored, just in case.

(My personal feeling is that AnyOne Who can bring about the Resurrection can supply any missing parts, but that's just me.)

Ameri, it's a device for smoke curing hunks of meat.

It doesn't look like his leg was cured.

YAY Meanie!!

(high fives Meanie)

Merci, Moth.

he should've traded names with peg.

So is that white meat or dark meat?

So what are you making in your new smoker?
Pulled pork..
Not! Gotcha! I'm just pulling your leg..

I dunno, I think a smoker is more suited to hold a ancient dried up baby, but that is just my opinion.

The mother, Peg Steele, explained her son had his leg amputated after a plane crash and kept the leg following the surgery "for religious reasons" she doesn't know much about.


What religion is that? Cannibal?

Some people call me the spice cowboy, yeah
Some call me the prankster of grub
Some people have asked that I cease
Cause I grilled what was attached to my stub.
People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' them wrong, doin' them wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry, don't worry
'Cause I'm right here, right here, right here,
right here trimmin' bone

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a whacko
And I'm a skinner
I baste my forelimbs in the sun.
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a cannibal choker
I serve my remnants on a bun Wooo Woooo

Oh, Meanie!!! R O F L M A O for every post you made!!

Meanie, you are an extremely sick, yet some how gifted individual. i truly want some of whatever you are currently smoking/drinking/imbibing in.

Meanie, you just ruined that song for me...FOREVER!!!!


Wow. Posted, firsted, snorked, and labelled a sicko. It's been a full day already.

you are very welcome, Meanie. and we meant every bit of it.

Jeff...See my 9:19 a.m. post for the religious tie-in. And it was a mainstream religion.

MtB, you've hit for the cycle.

*high five*

"See the primitive wallflower freeze

When the jelly-faced women all sneeze

Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze

I can't find my knees"

-- Visions of Johanna, http://www.ebbemunk.dk/dylan/dylan_visions.html

No shanks.

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