A thanksgiving tale of Whoa, or now it can be toll'd (tmi)

Lib, that would sure be a way to combine this thread with the “I’m on fire” facial expression thread.

Not an experiment I’d care to make myself.

b.

I think I DID make the I’m on fire face…although YOU, Billy would have to have been there to confirm…and let me let everyone in on something:

Burning Pubic Hair is No Picnic in the Smell Department

Yes, Jar, it is a smell with which I’m intimately familiar and no, I’m not going to tell that story now. And of course, you’re right. No picnic whatsoever.

b.

…This Public Service Announcement has been paid for by a grant from the Gillette company.

My high school biologiy teacher was a quirky type, as are all science teachers, it seems.

Anyway, his suggested method for getting rid of pubic lice or other such infestations was to shave one side, then light the other side on fire. Then just stab the ones that jump from the hairy to the shaved area with an icepick.

Funny guy.

::Looks at Wikkit’s biology teacher’s method for removing pubic lice and is glad she has never caught pubic lice, but is also glad to have relatively few pubic hairs for the lice to hide in anyway::
Shaving is a good thing. :eek:

After reading the Op I feel lacking in the scrotal area.

Mine do not hang low nor can I swing them to and fro…

:: On second thought that may be a good thing.::

…and if anyone ever tried to tie them into a bow I’d KICK THEIR ASS!

Slee

Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy. We wan’t details and want 'em now mister.

Turns out “Because they grow up into giant alligators and live in the sewers” isn’t the only reason not to flush them…

There’s three things i’ve learned in my lifetime that I don’t like:

Is #1.

#2 - Is to hear a woman scream.

And #3…The smell of burning rubber.

As long as they are not prehensile. (Muffin thinks back to Billy’s masterpiece.)

And here I thought my husband was the only one to set his short and curlies on fire…

But he didn’t do it in the bathroom. He did it in the laboratory. “Honey, next time you’re doing the Mad Scientist Thing maybe you should wear some boxers?..” For some reason he’s taken to wearing jeans when around the power tools these days…

Billy, I’ve heard jokes about bras coming in “42 long” - do they have jockstraps with simillar sizing?

Have you ever accidently stepped on them when, say, getting out of bed?

Does your wife ever accidently roll over onto them at night, thereby trapping you in bed?

(shakes head) Can’t believe I know this: http://www.hootisland.com/text/songs/doyour.html

Honey: I’m only gonna say this: Never receive oral from a chain smoker.

Broomstick: I’m a pretty big guy, so the boys would have to hang down a lot more to get past my body mass… However, people who know me know that I always wear fairly loose fitting pants and I NEVER sit with my legs close together. As for the jockstraps, well, I don’t know if they make them in 42 long or even 34 regular, but I’d like to hope that scientists are working on a “self warming” feature before they worry about the size.

b.

My mind is racing, I will long remember this warning. Actually I think I saw this as a PSA on MTV once.

Yes, but all three simultaneously is EXCEEDINGLY bad :eek:

*Slow down! Slow down! If you catch fire you’re obviously fucking too fast! *

I guess you look like David going into battle, huh?

From the book of armaments:

[sub]16[/sub] And then David didst make a sling, using, as he did, the elastic from the brazziere of Hem-el

Sholleth, [sub]17[/sub] she who laid waste to the Gizzaks of Dwelth, and didst lie her bosom on the face of the

Hemonites. [sub]18[/sub] David didst tie the elastics to the branches of the gnudulath tree, that tree of which

the wood smelleth like the burning of a mule,[sub]19[/sub] then david didst tie the other part therof of the

elastic to the scrotal sack of Hallam-gwek, [sub]20[/sub] the giant bull of the Glekulites who was sacrificed in

the Drought of the seven years, [sub]21[/sub] hence didst David bring forth his sling.

thus endeth the reading

b

Admit it. The two of you set each other up for all this funny shit, don’t you?

Not that I mind, of course!

Maybe God’s telling you to take your people to Egypt.