They gave it to the local aquarium as the latest attraction: “The eel that escaped the human colon!”
He must have been a fan of Eddie Murphy
Sticking candy products in your whatsits and hoohas is just asking for yeast infections.
If you’re stuffing things the size of your forearm into your various orifi, I think infections are the least of your concerns.
Intestinal blockage is a bad way to go.
Judging from the pic of the extracted eel in the OP’s article and knowing its length was 65 cm, it surely must have been 10 cm in circumference, not 10 cm in diameter.
Agreed. That was also clarified by another poster upthread from another cite where the article helpfully included that magic word “circumference”. My bad to assume diameter.
10cm circumference is, dare I say it, a much more rectally compatible cross-section. Shame about the teeth.
So’s having a live eel gnaw its way out of your body.
“Tell me about it!” Says the heron.
Apropos to this thread…
My wife has been binging on game shows lately so I have (sort of) seen more episodes of Family Feud then I ever wanted to. The more recent ones are considerably more risque then the older shows. Yesterday I witnessed this:
Steve Harvey, “So what do you do”?
Middle Aged Lady, “I’m a nurse. And I give the most painless rectal exam you will ever have”.
Steve Harvey (eyes rolling), “There are no painless rectal exams”.
Middle Aged Lady (looking suggestively), “There are when I give them”.
Moving on to her husband after much laughter and open mouthed head shaking -
Steve Harvey, “So what do you do, sir”?
Husband, “I’m a proctologist”.
“Okay Prometheus, you really crossed the line when you gave Man fire. But we’ll give you a choice: and eagle gnawing its way in, or an eel gnawing its way out.”
I have decided I do not like eels. Not one bit.
“A surfeit of red hot eels” would conflate Henry I with Edward II
I will never again eat unagi without thinking of this thread.
Or watch The Tin Drum.
I’m going to think twice about lemons too.
I’m with Ogden Nash:
I don’t mind eels
Except as meals.
And the way they feels.
Given evangelist Ray Comfort’s argument that bananas’ fitting in the human hand is proof of Intelligent Design, what are we to make of eels, carrots, Burpee’s Burpless Beauties, etc?
In my office we play the “traveling lemon”.
Waiting for my coworker to return from vacay so I can let him know about this.
Rectum is not, repeat not, a legitimate hiding spot.
When ++I++ was a youngster we used 2 hard-boiled eggs & a piece of cheesecake. (Does ANYONE know that joke?)