wears pink??? Makes sense.

Isn’t that what they call Skoal in Tokyo?

Is that what he tells the ladies?

I didnt know we had a branch in downtown Manhattan.

These anagrams are some of the funniest you’ve posted all year. Very appropriate for rivalry week!

I didn’t know Ike Turner went to U of I?

So is the coroner wedgie given by the coroner or to the coroner?
Either way, kinda creepy, I would say that’s how people get Rosary Mange.

Other than Lords of Dogtown? He gets my weekly crack-baby nomination.

I dont know if this goes with this post or not but wtf. I get occassional Vandal emails I guess because I went to law school there and they found em at my firm. The one this a m hinted at giving them some money. I usaully jusr delete but you have me worked up. I tried to send the following message: “I wouldn’t give you warm shit if you held a golden bucket under my ass to collect it in”. It was “undeliverable”. I was going to ask about the donkey thing but no dice.

It doesn’t look like he has dairy handles at all.
You want dairy handles?
I’ll give you dairy handles:

This is tale about a day in the life of the soybean woman. She was a laughable sort, and a meek paralytic. You see, every other day or so she would have a harmless itch for some ice cream. She would get up early that day and shout, “Well nickel my john! Where’s my dairy handle?” And off she would go in search for some ice cream.

One bright morning as she passed the scenic library, She saw the new sign for Joe Bob’s new ferry service. Emblazoned in red across the yellow canvas it red I Is Riverboat. “Hey Joe Bob!”, she hollered. “How You’ons doin’ this morning? Atsa nice sign. I’m looking fer ma dairy handle.”
“Goodascan be ’spected I reckon.” said Joe Bob. “Hankerin’ fer some ice cream huh?”
“Indeed Joe Bob, indeed.” And the soybean woman was on her way.
As she passed Mopey Lasers’ farm and his amiable yak, she stopped in the corner store to pick up some Samurai Chew. She loved chaw’n backer. Especially Samurai Chew, it was the best with ice cream. On her way again she stopped at the Hermetic Urn. It was a local shop devoted to the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. Not really sure what went on in there.
But anyway, back to the tale. Upon leaving the Hermetic Urn, she was hungrier than ever for some ice cream. She was just passing the Arena Birder (named after Larry Birder) when she saw the coroner, Wedgie.
“Wedgie, what you doin’ don here this early?”
" Thurrs beena murder, ma’am ."
“MURDER!” ,exclaimed the soybean woman. “My nickel john! Who?”
" Why its dearest John." said Wedgie. “See these chemical grooves on his arm thurr?”
" I does." she said."
" That’s what happ’ns when someone gits ya with rosary mange."
“Rosary mange?”
“John here was strangled with a rosary, infected with mange. That’s how he got them thurr chemical grooves.”
" That don’t make no bit a sense, Wedgie."
" I know, I know." said Wedgie. " I’ll hafta get ‘em back to the lab." "That’s jus what we in the biz call it. Rosary Mange."
She went on her way. But how could that happen to dearest John? He was always friendly. Finally she stopped in to get some ice cream. " Here to get my dairy handle!" she said.
“Here you go.” said Mopey. “Freshed squeezed milk from the yak just this morning.”
" I love me some dairy handle." she said. “And yer yak is always so friendly.”
“Why that’s what makes good ice cream.” said Mopey. “Happy yaks!”
“You know what makes yak’s milk so much better than cow’s milk?”
" No, what?" she asked. “Milk navels. They have milk navels instead of nipples.”
“Oh, sure.” she said.
She took a dip of Samurai Chew and enjoyed her ice cream.
She started to head home when she passed a group of vapid stoners. The sat on the curb of the street, listless and bored. She gave them the rest of her ice cream and they munched away. She decided she’d stop in at Fedora Gunner’s hat shop and see what was going on. She talked with Gunner’s wife for awhile and offered her some Samurai Chew. Which she accepted. As the day grew on she decided she’d head on home for the night. As she left the hat shop she passed Gunner on his way back in. She couldn’t help but notice the rosary he wore around his neck.

cant’ imagine writiing it. I thought all the good LSD was gone.:)