I bought one for my seven year old nephew around 1990, I think. It was awesome. When you squeezed his stomach, he farted. Make no mistake…that was the noise.
But what was hilarious was the packaging. It came in one of those framed boxes…the kind where the front panel is open so you can touch the doll, or, in this case, try him out.
It said on the box that it made “an under leg noise.” The bowdlerization of “farting” to me was funnier than the fact that a kid’s doll farted. Ok, not quite as funny, because nothing is funnier than farting, but, still…
What rolls down stairs alone or in pairs
Rolls over your neighbor’s dog?
What’s great for a snack and fits on your back?
It’s Log, Log, Log!
It’s Log, Log,
It’s big, it’s heavy, it’s wood.
It’s Log, Log,
It’s better than bad, it’s good!
Everyone wants a log!
You’re gonna love it, Log!
Come on and get your log!
Everyone needs a Log!
Never had or saw the doll, but I might have to watch some episodes on Youtube now that you’ve reminded me of the show
I’ve still got a Ren & Stimpy dolls in my office, but I don’t think either one farted. They had sewn in butt cracks though, which gave my daughters endless amusement
How about the Royal Anthem of the Kilted Yaksmen?
Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women’s clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts.
The buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun.
And we will probably go to [del]hell[/del]
For that is our great reward
For being the-UH
Roy-oy-al
Canadian
Kilted
Yaksmen!
Oh my beloved ice cream bar, how I love to lick your creamy center and your oh-so-nutty chocolate covering! You’re not like the others. You like the same things I do. Waxed paper, boiled football leather, dog breath. We’re not hitchhiking anymore…WE’RE RIDING!
Happy happy, joy joy
Happy happy, joy joy
Happy happy, joy joy
Happy happy, joy joy
Happy happy, joy joy
Happy happy, joy joy
Happy happy, joy joy joy
I don’t think you’re happy enough, that’s right!
I’ll teach you to be happy!
I’ll teach your grandmother to suck eggs!
Now boys and girls, let’s try it again…
Ren: Now listen, Cadet. I’ve got a job for you. See this button?
[Stimpy reaches for the button; Ren slaps his hand away]
Ren: Don’t touch it! It’s the History Eraser Button, you fool!
Stimpy: So what’ll happen?
Ren: That’s just it. We don’t know! Maaaybe something bad, maaaaybe something good. I guess we’ll never know, 'cause you’re going to guard it. You won’t touch it, will you?
I’ll bet the mods will guard the Thread Eraser Button!
How can they possibly resist the maddening urge to eradicate this thread at the mere push of a single button? The beautiful, shiny button? The jolly, candy-like button? Will they hold out, folks? Can they hold out?
Edit: simulpost while looking up the exact quote to mangle!
Hey kids! This is your old pal Stinky Whizzleseats and this is a song about A WHALE! No! This is a song about being happy! it’s the Happy, HAppy, Joy, Joy song.
I do hereby promise only to watch the Ren & Stimpy show,
to make under-leg noises during the good scenes,
to wear unwashed lederhosen every single day of
the rest of my life.
Mr. Horse: So, nipples huh? No sir, I don’t think I have any use for rubber nipples. Tell ya what, though! Do ya have any rubber walrus protectors?
Walrus: (whispers) call the poliiiiice!