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Man Caught Having Sex with a Picnic Table
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Man Caught Having Sex with a Picnic Table
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The Price is wrong. 3 dvd's worth of wrong.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 29, 2008 at 04:22 PM
I can't decide what's more disgusting. The guy having sex with tables or the person recording not 1 but 3 DVDs worth of his exploits before turning them into the police.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 29, 2008 at 04:26 PM
I hope he at least took the table out to dinner first. WTFBBQ?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 29, 2008 at 04:28 PM
*sniff* He told me they were just friends. How could he dump me for that skinny cold bee-yotch?
Posted by: Patty O'Furniture | March 29, 2008 at 04:32 PM
Two Words:
Splin
Ters
Posted by: Punkin | March 29, 2008 at 04:37 PM
A canticle and the romance.
When the sunshine
returns in the
light of a gentle
delight, remember
the sound of a
rosy notepaper,
discover the wisdom
in the care of a
beautiful darkness
and so, in the sky,
that delicate dream
will touch your
profile....
Francesco Sinibaldi
Posted by: Francesco Sinibaldi | March 29, 2008 at 04:54 PM
He wasn't in the UK?!?
That's surprising.
Posted by: Sarah J | March 29, 2008 at 04:55 PM
Sarah - he was Sandusky-adjacent. Ohio's making another run for the Weirdness Magnet Tiara.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 29, 2008 at 04:57 PM
Of course, with this story from Florida listed at the bottom of the page, Ohio still has a ways to go.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 29, 2008 at 05:00 PM
Waiter, table for one please.
Posted by: gandalf | March 29, 2008 at 05:17 PM
You should've seen the tablecloth it had on; it was so asking for it.
Posted by: Lairbo | March 29, 2008 at 05:28 PM
I hope he at least used a condiment.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 29, 2008 at 05:37 PM
The sad part is the fate of the nation's leadership is determined my Ohio and Florida of late. I'll be over at the blog bar drinking all of the vodka in stock.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 29, 2008 at 05:37 PM
*safe snork* @ AWBH.
Posted by: Lairbo | March 29, 2008 at 05:52 PM
♫ She's got legs .... ♪
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 29, 2008 at 06:04 PM
Sex with a picnic table?
... um ... which ... um ... where's the ... um ... orifice?
Next to the potato salad? oh ... nevermind ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | March 29, 2008 at 06:12 PM
Near the buns, silly.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 29, 2008 at 06:31 PM
so for protection does he use rustoleum?
Posted by: insomniac | March 29, 2008 at 06:32 PM
Nosy neighbor's wife: What are you watching the neighbor do?
Nosy neighbor: He's nailing his picnic table.
Nosy neighbor's wife: I wish you were more handy around the house.
Posted by: Wench Lizzy | March 29, 2008 at 06:47 PM
*SNORK!*@ WL.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 29, 2008 at 06:54 PM
*zaps in*
*SNORKS to all!!*
Meanie took my "nice legs" comment...pffffft! I'll sing too:
♪ "Under my umbrella ella ella" ♫
Off to dinner/movies! Have a nice evening all!
*zaps out*
Posted by: Siouxie | March 29, 2008 at 07:03 PM
So I guess we should be concerned when Doc Rick said he 'made a birdfeeder' the other day.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 29, 2008 at 07:06 PM
Preacher: Do you, Arthur, take this picnic table, er ...
Arthur: Bernice
Preacher: .... this picnic table, Bernice, to be your lawful wedded, um, er .... spouse?
Arthur: I do.
Preacher: And do you, er, Bernice, take this man, Arthur, to be your lawful wedded husband?
Table:
Preacher: You are now man and ... uh, ... wife. You may now, um ..... um, ......
[Arthur embraces Bernice in a long, passionate kiss]
[Guests applaud]
Various wedding guests: She looks so happy! They're so perfect together. Whatever happened to that love seat he was seeing? ....
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 29, 2008 at 07:43 PM
Sounds like he was screwing in his support bolt.
*snork* at Meanie's wedding vows!
Posted by: Texgal | March 29, 2008 at 07:56 PM
*snork* @ Meanie!
Anondized aluminum...what a tramp.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 29, 2008 at 07:59 PM
*snork* at Blue.
I don't want to be crude, because that would certainly not be in keeping with the tenor of this blog, so I'll try to say this in a tactful manner.
Where was the hole?
Posted by: Eleanor | March 29, 2008 at 08:01 PM
"Sex...with a metal round table on his deck."
Eleanor, I think it is one of those tables that have a hole in the center for an umbrella.
As they say..."Any port in a storm."
Posted by: igloo | March 29, 2008 at 08:22 PM
I wonder if he scored with the table in the back seat of his car.
Posted by: snif | March 29, 2008 at 08:28 PM
You're probably right, igloo.
A table that can multi-task: how clever!
Posted by: Eleanor | March 29, 2008 at 08:34 PM
Legal question.
What law, outside the universal law of stupidity, did this person break? It seems that all of the alledged acts occured on his property. Involving nothing more than an inanimate object[patio furniture].
I am only asking as a matter of furthering my education, not because I happen to have a similar piece of patio furniture.
Posted by: igloo | March 29, 2008 at 09:06 PM
Igloo, I'm almost certain that the table was not consenting.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 29, 2008 at 09:11 PM
The table may not have consented, however, under the "M'Naughten rule", I don't think there was criminal intent by the owner of the table.
Posted by: igloo | March 29, 2008 at 09:18 PM
The table may not have consented, however, under the "Mc'Naughten rule", I don't think there was criminal intent by the owner of the table.
Posted by: igloo | March 29, 2008 at 09:18 PM
Interesting double post. "M'Naughten" in first post and "Mc'Naughten" in the second post.
Go figure!
Posted by: igloo | March 29, 2008 at 09:20 PM
I believe the legal doctrine of "tabula rapa" might apply here.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 29, 2008 at 09:30 PM
I love to see non lawyersdiscussing various "legal theories". It's soooo cute!
I'll go back and read the article again and then get back to you.
Posted by: Eleanor | March 29, 2008 at 09:51 PM
OK. My recollection is refreshed, as we say. This is about the guy who got his rocks off taping these incidents.
Well, if his *ahem* dare I say, penis was exposed and someone could see it, that would be a crime.
And the table of course would have a civil action for money damages, unlawful touching, a tort.
Posted by: Eleanor | March 29, 2008 at 09:54 PM
As you are aware, Counsellor, these are known as amicus cutie briefs.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 29, 2008 at 10:03 PM
My favorite kind, Blue. *smooch*
Posted by: Eleanor | March 29, 2008 at 10:06 PM
Where's the picture of the table in question so we can decide
if she was asking for itjudge for ourselves?Oh wait, I forgot, they don't show the (ahem) face of the victims.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | March 29, 2008 at 10:33 PM
A new low (or high) for X-Rated TV "Birdie Bangs the Bistro table."
El, thanks for asking what we were all wondering!
Posted by: daisymae | March 29, 2008 at 10:50 PM
...gives new in-depth meaning to the phrase "picnic table."
In court, I'll bet the judge says "approach the bench.....but not that close". ha
Posted by: SandyEggo | March 29, 2008 at 11:00 PM
Daisy, I'm not sure the question is necessarily relevant. Remember the Brits who managed to do it with a) a bicycle, and b) the pavement?
Where, one might ask, is the, er, point of interest in those cases?
(Yes, I know - England. But I digress...)
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 29, 2008 at 11:04 PM
Hey, I sent this in too. I know cuz the linkie was purple not blue, meaning I'd already seen it.
Anyhoo, I've banged my shin on a picnic table bench before, but...
Posted by: Layzeeboy | March 29, 2008 at 11:31 PM
Yeah, I know. Nice shins, big boy *wink*
Posted by: Right this way, your table's waiting | March 29, 2008 at 11:39 PM
Y'know, when you and your picnic table start out, it's got a cute little slender bench, but after a few years all of a sudden you're married to an eight-seater, yaknowwhatImean? Just sayin'....
Posted by: padraig | March 29, 2008 at 11:40 PM
I'm recallin' a story (posted on this blog, two or three years ago, I think) about a guy in Sioux Falls who wuz arrested for havin' S3X with a department store mannequin ...
I wuz werkin' in Sioux Falls later on that year, and I asked a couple of locals about it ... yeah ... their reaction wuz about whut one would expect ... sorta like:
"Oh ... yes ... you saw that story, too? ... Gee ... thanks for mentioning it ... "
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | March 29, 2008 at 11:58 PM
Oh, Francesco, how I've missed you!! *smoooch*
Remember the sound of a rosy notepaper?! WTF?
Posted by: Diva | March 30, 2008 at 01:16 AM
I did not have sexual relations with that table.
Posted by: SW | March 30, 2008 at 02:20 AM
It helps to understand if you see a pic of the table.
Posted by: SW | March 30, 2008 at 02:23 AM
What ever happened to the peeping-tom law? Just curious (blue)
Posted by: JEC666 | March 30, 2008 at 02:46 AM
*disturbedsnork* @ Stevie!!*
Posted by: Diva | March 30, 2008 at 03:31 AM
Ty, dd. I mean, can you blame a guy for wanting to get his adirondacks off?
Posted by: SW | March 30, 2008 at 03:55 AM
*snork* @ everything here so far.
I wonder if the guy woke up the next morning with ants. Maybe next time, he'll use a blanket and hire a professional.
Posted by: Alex | March 30, 2008 at 03:58 AM
Table: But, will you still talk to me in the morning? I'm not interested in a one night stand.
Price: Baby, we'll eat breakfast together... sort of... well, on top of you actually.
Table: Ya know, the umbrella shaft lasted a lot longer.
Posted by: Writer's Cramp | March 30, 2008 at 08:05 AM
My guess is that he was actually ---ing off while leaning against the table.
Posted by: Marilyn | March 30, 2008 at 09:31 AM
Writer, I'm sure this guy would be interested in a nightstand, though.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | March 30, 2008 at 09:55 AM
GOOD MORNING!!!
*sets blog table (no holes) with assorted muffins, cinnannimon buns, eggs, hash browns, sausage and lots of crispy bacon*
*starts coffee maker and goes off to walk the dogs*
Posted by: Siouxie | March 30, 2008 at 10:00 AM
*pours coffee, helps self to lots of crispy bacon*
mmmmm...thanks Sio!
Posted by: daisymae | March 30, 2008 at 10:09 AM
Me too, Siouxie.
It's 29 degrees here. I wish I was back in So. Florida.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | March 30, 2008 at 10:15 AM
*Grabs coffee and strips*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 30, 2008 at 10:20 AM
*braces self*
Posted by: Meanie's Table | March 30, 2008 at 10:25 AM
*grabs buns, puts sausage on plate, butters muffin*
Breakfast is really satisfying today.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 30, 2008 at 10:30 AM
You're not eating breakfast out on the deck are you, Meanie?
Posted by: Lairbo | March 30, 2008 at 10:36 AM
I know where you're going with that, Lairbo, and the answer is no.
Too chilly for that. But I'll give you a hint on where I am dining: Two ball in the corner pocket.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 30, 2008 at 10:45 AM
Blue, is the table is wearing a short tablecloth this morning? Or a long paisley one?
Posted by: Eleanor | March 30, 2008 at 10:45 AM
Here's an idea. A fitted tablecloth. Very slimming. :)
Posted by: Eleanor | March 30, 2008 at 10:50 AM
El, is that clothing or "protection"?
Posted by: ScottMGS | March 30, 2008 at 11:27 AM
Good thinking, Scott. ;)
Dual purpose tablecloth! Who said picnic tables were dumb?
Posted by: Eleanor | March 30, 2008 at 11:40 AM
Yeah, and I thought "dumb as a table" was in insult!
Posted by: ScottMGS | March 30, 2008 at 11:43 AM
Maybe now the blondes will get a break.
Posted by: ScottMGS | March 30, 2008 at 11:43 AM
Dave's column about the guy who used the guest towels to dry himself off reminds me of a story. A woman was expecting guests, so she put a sign on her guest towels saying "Keep your f---ing hands off." This was so her family would not use them. After her company had gone, she discovered that the sign was still there.
Posted by: Marilyn | March 30, 2008 at 11:47 AM
Yeowch, M! Talk about embarrassed!
Posted by: ScottMGS | March 30, 2008 at 11:54 AM
*Slinks in®*
Good morning, Blogits! Any strips left?
Major SNORKS at Writer's Cramp and SW's table pic.
Coffee, coffee, coffee...
Posted by: Cat R | March 30, 2008 at 12:00 PM
I arrive, and the Blog awakes. New post, guys.
See you there!
(You're welcome.)
Posted by: Cat R | March 30, 2008 at 12:01 PM
Just for you, Cat. :)
*zips over*
Posted by: Eleanor | March 30, 2008 at 12:04 PM
It's judi, actually, who has lifted us out of our furniture follies this lovely Sunday morning. Thank you, judi.
*Slinks over there®*
Posted by: Cat R | March 30, 2008 at 12:11 PM
I always thought Wednesdays were "hump days".
Posted by: PirateBoy | March 30, 2008 at 12:39 PM
The only reason this guy's in trouble is because the table is less than 16 year old.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | March 30, 2008 at 04:59 PM
It's illegal to have sex with inanimate objects? Like dildos? In your own backyard?
Posted by: Sondra | March 31, 2008 at 10:34 AM
One is the loneliest lumber that you'll ever do...
Posted by: SW | March 31, 2008 at 11:24 AM