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Vegasbueller
| Posted on Saturday, October 30, 2004 - 05:11 pm: |
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This is from a sport bike forum here in Sin City. I am still wiping tears after reading this one! ::: I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to alt.tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my azz-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by @#%$ Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea. I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my azz of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My azz was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over. Little did I know. I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic sh!@ molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky sh!@/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-d@^!, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my azz off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering sh!@/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my azz cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own sh!@ blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks." Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my azz at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for azz-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your azz having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony. Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR azz-HAIR! |
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Vegasbueller
| Posted on Saturday, October 30, 2004 - 05:13 pm: |
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Proctology Humor: 1. "Take it easy, Doc, you're boldly going where no man has gone before." 2. "Find Amelia Earhart yet?" 3. "Can you hear me NOW?" 4. "Oh boy, that was sphincterrific!" 5. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" 6. "You know, in Arkansas, we're now legally married." 7. "Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?" 8. "You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out. You do the Hokey Pokey...." 9. "Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!" 10."If your hand doesn't fit, you must acquit!" 11. "Hey, Doc, let me know if you find my dignity." 12. "You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?" 13. "Could you write me a note for my wife, saying that my head is not, in fact, up there?" Sorry guys.. bored at work today! Nick |
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Ingemar
| Posted on Saturday, October 30, 2004 - 05:21 pm: |
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After ten minutes of wiping tears of my face I can finally type. This is killing me! Funniest thing I've read in a LONG time! (Message edited by ingemar on October 30, 2004) |
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Vegasbueller
| Posted on Saturday, October 30, 2004 - 06:07 pm: |
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More absolutely bad humor: A man finally gets his prescription for Viagra. Anxious to try it out, he takes one as soon as he gets home, and waits for his wife to come home from work, but, in his excitement he forgets and leaves the package open on the table and his cockatiel eats all of them. Seeing the results and panicking the man grabs the bird and stuffs him into the freezer to cool off. Unfortunately, his Viagra kicks in just as his wife comes home and it is hours later before he remembers the cockatiel. He runs and looks in the freezer expecting the worst, only to find the bird breathing heavily, drained with sweat and totally exhausted. "What happened?" the man asks, "You were in there for hours and yet you're not only alive but you're sweating like crazy?" The cockatiel pants: "Man, have you ever tried to pry the legs apart on a frozen chicken?" 45 minutes to go at work Nick |
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Deerhunter17
| Posted on Saturday, October 30, 2004 - 09:21 pm: |
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Oh man, I haven't laughed that hard in ages, thanks! |
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Doughnut
| Posted on Sunday, October 31, 2004 - 12:07 am: |
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Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR azz-HAIR! Preach it brother. |
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Raraf
| Posted on Sunday, October 31, 2004 - 12:29 am: |
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This story had me laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe: http://www.ihos.com/steakhouse.html |
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Vegasbueller
| Posted on Sunday, October 31, 2004 - 08:01 pm: |
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Ohhh man! Talk about a baaadddd day! Nick |
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Henry_the_8th
| Posted on Sunday, October 31, 2004 - 08:06 pm: |
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Ohh, I'm gettin' sympathy bubble guts for the poor guy. I wouldn't be able to eat beef or macaroni for at least a day or two. ![](http://www.badweatherbikers.com/buell/clipart/puke.gif) |
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Shky_jake
| Posted on Sunday, October 31, 2004 - 09:07 pm: |
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That is the funniest things I have read in a long time. Thank you all for the laugh. |
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Ingemar
| Posted on Tuesday, November 02, 2004 - 03:08 pm: |
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A monkey is sitting in a tree smoking a joint when a lizard walks past and looks up and says to the monkey "hey! what are you doing?" The monkey says "smoking a joint, come up and have some." So the lizard climbs up and sits next to the monkey and they have a few joints. After a while the lizard says his mouth is 'dry' and is going to get a drink from the river. The lizard is so stoned that he leans too far over and falls into the river. A Crocodile sees this and swims over to the lizard and helps him to the side, then asks the lizard, "what's the matter with you?" The lizard explains to the crocodile that he was sitting smoking a joint with the monkey in the tree, got too stoned and then fell into the river while taking a drink. The crocodile says he has to check this out and walks into the jungle, finds the tree where the monkey is sitting, finishing a joint, and he looks up and says "hey you!" The Monkey looks down and says "Whoohoooo dude.......how much water did you drink?!!" |
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