Is there a medical term for attempting to laugh and throw up at the same time?
Just curious… I thought I read/heard that prisoners couldn’t even books from the outside anymore… that page 193 could be blotter acid.
Certainly the prison isn’t performing gas chromatographs on 99¢ lotion. Would this even be allowed?
What do we want?
Urethral/Rectal Insertions!
When do we want 'em?
NOW!
You already got your insertion, mister. The proof is in the pictures! Katie is a doll!
Oddly enough, this thread gets resurrected when just today it popped into my mind that maybe I could get that Toilet Hooch song together for the Now Esteemed Fellow Dr. Qadgop. I guess then, now’s the time: here goes:
After the traditonal: Jimmy Crack Corn
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
My mind has gone away
When I was young I used to dream,
And hope things were better than they seemed,
I passed the bottle when those got dry
and brush away the yeast that fly
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
My mind has gone away
When I would roam round the prison yard,
Demand got high, and all would swarm,
An empty bowl; Opportunity
Oh, the devil take the yeasts that be
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
My mind has gone awry
The bowl was bright in the afternoon,
Ripe for the crusts from the kitchen room,
Ferment,and bubbly, that’s the reason seen
When taken by the yeasts a being
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
My mind has gone away
That liquor, it jumped and pitched,
It threw my mind up in the ditch,
And when my parole board wondered why,
The verdict was the yeasts afly
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
My mind has gone a-wry
I brewed it up there in my cell,
Enough to make the lightning yell,
Bowl by bowl I crank it out,
Kinda shaky, but pretty stout
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
Toilet Hooch an’ I don’t care
My mind has gone away
I’m also working on a version based on “Girls Just want To Have Fun”, but it hasn’t quite jelled yet. OK, then…
Just a thought about Buttered/baconed/larded/well-oiledGuy. Maybe his skin is fine, but his nervous system might be wonky. I’m a little bit tactile defensive (I am completely skeeved out if I have to touch paper or cotton after washing my hands, but before I have a chance to lotion). My son is very tactile defensive, to the point where it affects some of what we’re able to do. Of course, this is the son who is Autistic as well, which explains a bit about the tactile issues. Hubby, on the other hand, is defensive AGAINST lotion. Hates it. Freaks him out. Has to wash his hands if he accidentally gets any on him.
I say give him some really greasy lotion, and then send him out to the yard. Flying dust/dirt stuck all over him may cure his lotion requirement.
Somehow, I missed this thread’s first appearance. As always, entertaining tales from QtM.
After reading the OP, I envisioned two convicts in flagrante delicto, the top pauses, turning to the camera and saying, “I can’t believe it’s not Ygghrse!”