chunkylover58
03-18-04, 04:24 PM
Read the first part of the title VERY carefully before going here: (If you go there, and you are squeamish, and you get disgustipated, don't blame me....I warned you.) http://poetry.rotten.com/painful-lesson-learned/
That's the not for the squeamish part.
The family fungame part is this ....
Make up a story. How did this fella get into this particular situation?
Totally Meaningless Points will be assessed in the following categories:
Creativity
Humor
Attention to detail
Level of abhorrant disgust
The game is afoot.
bitterchick
03-18-04, 05:32 PM
"No, Bob, no! We *hug* trees! HUG!!!"
Dreamwalker
03-20-04, 07:40 AM
I think that guy just wanted to reinforce his backbone. Seems to be quite painful, hehe. :p
When home made dildo's go bad...
:eek:
Ozymandias
03-20-04, 11:02 AM
Yikes ... they don't offer an explanation on the page for what happened? :bugeye:
15ofthe19
03-20-04, 03:32 PM
The Issue: Cletus has some fenceposts on his property that he needs to remove.
The Problem: Cletus is a lazy sack of shit that wouldn't know a hard days work if it crawled up the leg of his Dickies, and bit him on his teabag.
The Question: How can Cletus remove said fenceposts without having to put down his Old Milwaukee, get off his four-wheeler and pick up a shovel?
Epiphany!: Cletus's brother-in-law Rayford "Poo-Nanny" Farless works down at the strip mine and has a secret stash of blasting caps that he uses to remove the stumps from the front lawn of his trailer-lot. (That's a Mobile-Home for those of you in California, and no, it's not really mobile.)
The Agreement: Cletus persuades Poo-Nanny to help him remove said fence posts in exchange for a case of PBR and some homemade deer jerky.
The Tragedy: Cletus mistakenly interpreted Poo-Nanny's exclamation of "Fire in the hole!" as a suggestion to walk over and flick the butt of his Pall Mall into the small hole dug at the base of fencepost to hold the blasting cap.
The Good News: The four wheeler, the beer, Poo-Nanny, and the deer jerky all came away unscathed.
The Lesson: Beer, explosives and guys named "Poo-Nanny" shouldn't mix.
Just shows you that when the genie grants you those 3 wishes, you need to be more specific than just saying "I want to be hung like a fencepost."
"Muuummmyyyyyy I have a splinter in my leg"......
When your doctor tells you 'you need more fiber in yor diet', I don't think this is what he means.