The Great Coochie in the Sky

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Join me for a peek into the mind of Doctor Jackson. It’s not a pretty place, but it’s a nice change of pace from reality. Except that I live there all the time.

In the middle of a mind numbing 6 hour drive home from a holiday visit with the in-laws (a story in itself), I had to find ways to amuse myself while the wife and doclings slept. In the middle of a rousing mental practice game of “Identify the Dead Thing Beside the Interstate” I noticed an unusual cloud formation on the horizon. There appeared out of nowhere a solid sheet of gray clouds with a hole in the middle. Only this wasn’t your everyday, ordinary hole in a sheet of clouds. No, this hole looked like something else. Something I had seen before. Something which kept me staring up and ahead with great awe and facination. You see, this hole was shaped exactly like a vagina. A “coochie” in certain circles. So I named the formation “The Great Coochie in the Sky”. Naturally, I began to wonder if that’s where all the good pricks go when they die. Never mind that, at least in my experience, being good and being a prick are mutually exclusive. Shoot, being good and having a prick are mutually exclusive if you listen to some females I know. It’s still a valid, if hypothetical, question. Then my brain began, all on it’s own, to sing:

Coochie, Coochie, Great Coochie in the Sky.
I’m gonna go there when I die.
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best.

Alas, the prevailing winds changed ever so slightly and The Great Coochie in the Sky closed in upon itself, leaving nary a trace. Many a married man can relate to that feeling. I am left to forever wonder if I was treated to a fleeting glimpse of the joyous afterlife, or am I just strange. Either way, I’m happy.

PS - band name!

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I’m not really into coochies.

Now the Great Cookie in the Sky, I could see.
And I think Norman Greenbaum would agree.

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Coochie in the sky-ai with diamonds…

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We have a big coochie in front of our art gallery, here in Montreal. It’s big and black.

It scares me. And I’m supposed to like coochies, I’m a lesbian.

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[Freud]
Obviously, you’re fantasizing about your mother-in-law.
[/Freud]

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I like my MIL, I really do, but her coochie and my fantasies will never intersect.

EEEwwwwww!

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My brain, on the other hand, listening to a different oldies station, began to sing:
Coochie in the sky, well that’s what you are
Lemonade pie, with a brand new car…
Coochie in the sky—with glasses.

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Never fear, OP, it was probably just Auntie Em

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Heh. I did think about mentioning Auntie Em in the OP. She must be the Incarnate Great Coochie.

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Now I’m just itching to go up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon.

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Goin’ up to the Coochie in the sky
That’s where I’ll go when I die
When I die and am able to rest
I’ll go to the place that’s best

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Thanks, cher3. I hadn’t thought of that tune in 35 years+ and now it’s stuck in my head. :stuck_out_tongue:

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And then you plowed at freeway speeds into the back of the car you didn’t notice had stopped in front of you.

Behold, the power of coochie.

:wink:

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Hee, good thing Jesus wasn’t coming today.

goes off to burn forever

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Don’t pilots have some sort of prayer that ends with:

“…and I have reached out my hand and touched the coochie of God.”

or something like that?

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Phew . . . When I read the thread title, I thought Charo had died . . .

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I thought this would be about the Eye of Saruman in the Lord of the Rings films.

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Ack! I meant Sauron - Flaming Cootchie Eye of Sauron

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Don’t say “itching” when talking about a coochie!!!

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Hee hee, this weekend I witnessed ** The Heavenly Camel Toe**. It was a huge triangluar cloud that was split in the center and it had just the right curves and angles. It made me giggle.

And here I was thinking I was the only one seeing floating genitalia.