The thing I find most amusing about this thread is that if you check out jay-c’s pix in the recent picture thread, one would never expect that rant to come from such a beautiful, elegant looking woman. It’s kind of like Eve wearing white after Labor Day…
Meh. Don’t worry about it, pops. It always amuses me when someone is completely unfamiliar with a phrase that’s older than rocks and commoner than Roseanne.
I once told a woman that she was “a good egg.” She looked at me funny and replied “And you’re a good… sperm?”
Absolutely. When I asked “How you doin’?”, it was a genuine flirt, not a sarcastic flirt in response to “We’re talking loud, explosive wet splatters and sounds that aren’t usually heard in nature, often punctuated with groans or whimpers. Sometimes with a stench so foul you’d think my poo had been summoned from the sulfurous depths of hell by Lucifer himself. And oh yeah - there’s usually quite a bit of blood, too.”
Uh huh.
You’re welcome, besides, pretty people from Ohio need to stick together.
As for “biscuit,” my buds and I used it in high school, college and my first reporting job in Hamilton, from the early 80s to the mid-90s. It’s generational, I guess, sort of like “The Shocker” from about five years ago.
Or “QT.” I’m still laughing at that one.
Uh … Lenore? Nevermore? No u?
At the gym today a guy I know from the treadmills popped into the locker room while I was finishing up after my shower. The toilets are right across from the sinks and I’m not kidding, the sounds were like Jeff Daniels in Dumb and Dumber only more protracted and grunty. It was some serious wolfbait. I actually had to yell to him to perform a courtesy flush.
As for the “good egg” thing, many years ago and before we were a couple, I returned from a long day and told my current wife that I’d had a good nosh with a female associate. She cried for two days thinking I’d gotten my freak on with this girl.
I dunno, I’m not not the biggest fan of bathroom humor, I normally hate it.
And I could be way off base here, but the tone I got from the OP was that she was making fun of her own poop foibles as well as stinky lady.
Satire is a dying art, CanvasShoes. Lots of whooshes. In fact, it’s like a wind tunnel in here.
Heh, jay-c, you’d have* loved* this woman that ran into the crowded Walmart ladies room as I was washing up. She was in a BIG hurry and it was fortunate–for her anyway–that a stall became available quickly. She rushed into the stall, clonked onto the seat and loudly–and I do mean LOUDLY–proclaimed, “Thank you Lawd, for helpin’ me get to the tawlet!!” I was astonished, but she wasn’t done. She repeated it for the woman who’d come in the restroom with her: “Did you hear what I said? I said, ‘Thank you, Lawd, for helpin’ me get to the tawlet,’ 'cause I had to SHEE-yit!” Then she proceeded to do so, accompanied by loud drawn out grunts: “Unh…uhn-UNNNNNNNNNHHHGG!!!” Now, I’m thinking this can’t be for real! I was choking back hysterical laughter and as I left the room, I coudn’t help but wonder if I was being captured by Candid Camera!
Well, I thought it was a good shit rant. Creative description, poking fun at herself, and over the top objection to the coworker’s heinous anus.
lieu has some serious competition.
And yeah, the whooshes are creating a hurricane. If you don’t think it’s funny folks, just walk away.
That was an awesome rant. The only conclusion that I can get out of those that don’t find the humor in the OP, is that they’re the ones stinking up the bathroom like the demons breath. Probably the same ones who like to have conversations in the restroom as well.