Or, Penis Puppeteer’s Complaint, by Fenris Roth
What with all the hysteria about the Penis Puppeteers being on the Tonight Show I kept thinking about their “justification” for their gimmick. However funny they may be (and I hear they’re actually a riot), their phony “justification” is just silly. I mean…“The Ancient Australian Art of Genital Origami”. :rolleyes: Uh-huh.
Y’know, when I was a teenager, we didn’t haveta make up excuses like that. We just called it “jerking off”. But if we hadn’t, I can just hear the conversation:
PapaFenris: < bangs on bathroom door > Whaddaya doin’ in dere?*
Fenris: (frantically trying to hide the porn under the old towels in the back of the linen closet. ) Uhhh…nothin’
PapaFenris: You been in dere a half-a-hour. Ain’t you reg’lar?
Fenris: I’m regular. I’m fine!
PapaFenris: Den whattaya doin’ in dere awready?
Fenris: I’m practing the ancient Australian art of genital origami dad!
PapaFenris: < silence >
Fenris: Dad?
PapaFenris: What?!
Fenris: What?
PapaFenris: You’re doin’ what??
Fenris: I’m practicing the ancient artform of penis manipulation.
PapaFenris: < more silence>
Fenris: Pop?
PapaFenris: Dat…you’re…WHAT??? MamaFenris! Geddovah here!
MamaFenris: Yes? What is it Papa?
PapaFenris: < through bathroom door> You tell your mudda what you just tol’ me.
Fenris: I just said I was pr…
PapaFenris: DON’T YOU TALK DIRTY TO YOUR MUDDAH!
MamaFenris: What’d he say?
PapaFenris: Our son, the sex gargoyle, said he’s “maipulating his genitals with Austrailans until he origamis wid’ his penis”
MamaFenris: Where did we go wrong?
Fenris: That’s not what I…
PapaFenris: Are you calling me a LIAR?
Fenris: No, but I…you…I think you misunderstood
PapaFenris: So I’m stupid?
Fenris: I was just practicing genital origami like the Australian Aborigines used to do!
MamaFenris: You’re JEWISH, not a Hottentot! Behave like one!
Fenris: What? You mean be sexually repressed and sleep in a different bed from my wife?
PapaFenris: < pounding on the door > Don’t you talk filthy about your mudda! You come outta there!
Fenris: No. You can’t make me. And now I’m going to form my penis in to the shape of a llama.
MamaFenris: Where did we go wrong??? Fenris, you’re breaking your mother’s heart. And if you’re going to be a Lama, what will we tell the Rabbi? Why would you want to be a Hare Krishna? You look awful in saffron!
Fenris: Mom, I’m NOT going to become a lama.
PapaFenris: Thank God for that! Now you come outta there!
Fenris: I will when I’m finished.
PapaFenris: With your genital orgazimi? Not in MY bat’room. Now geddouta dere!
Fenris: Fine. Go away and I’ll come out in a minute.
PapaFenris: You better. An’ I don’t ever want you to be a origazmical Australian Lama in our toilet EVER again!
Fenris: Whatever :rolleyes:
PapaFenris: Don’t you roll your eyes at ME, mister.
Fenris: Sorry dad.
PapaFenris: < satisfied > Ok den. You come out. We’re gonna have pot-roast for dinner.
Fenris: Pot-roast?! Oh BOY! I’ll be down in one minute!
PapaFenris: I’ll see you down dere. < leaves >
The End
- in point of fact, PapaFenris and MamaFenris sound NOTHING like this, but it’s funnier this way.