This isn't really a flame, but, just a funny observation:
A friend once told me that, whenever he saw the short version of 'Kentucky,' he always thought of 'KY Jelly.'
Now it is stuck in my head as well. Everytime I see "KY," I think of vaginal lube.
Does this happen to anybody else?
KY
There is a local radio guy in Cincy who does a bit on WLW. Gary Burbank.
Anyhoo, he does this bit where he calls people on the phone as "Gilbert Gnarley", an old somewhat excentric man.
One that was really funny is where he called the KY Jelly company and strung the cust service lady along about their jelly. Long story short, he said that Kentucky Jelly didn't taste very good and one tube barely covered a peice of toast.
The woman explained that KY Jelly was not Kentucky Jelly, but a "personal body lubricant".
Gilbert gives his "Awwgggg, I've been eating a personal body lubricant".....
Pretty funny when youl isten to it.
http://www.prankcallcentral.com/eShop/1 ... Code=P4301
Anyhoo, he does this bit where he calls people on the phone as "Gilbert Gnarley", an old somewhat excentric man.
One that was really funny is where he called the KY Jelly company and strung the cust service lady along about their jelly. Long story short, he said that Kentucky Jelly didn't taste very good and one tube barely covered a peice of toast.
The woman explained that KY Jelly was not Kentucky Jelly, but a "personal body lubricant".
Gilbert gives his "Awwgggg, I've been eating a personal body lubricant".....
Pretty funny when youl isten to it.
http://www.prankcallcentral.com/eShop/1 ... Code=P4301
It's a wonderful memory. It was the time that my wife (at the time) had our baby sucked out with a vacuum cleaner and the doctor reversed the motor and shot the fetus into my mouth. I actually ate my first and only baby.
Yo Ray jack dynomite! Listen to my beat box! Bew ch ch pff BEW ch ch pfff! Sweet!
-Horatio
-Horatio
Every year we celebarte that day in our own special way. SCIN goes into the bathtub naked and I poor spaghetti sauce (Ragu - chunky style) all over him while he flops around back and forth. Then I vacuum up the sauce, reverse the motor, shoot it back into a bowl, and cook it up for dinner over pasta with chicken and fresh vegetables. We say a blessing before we eat, of course.
Does he have a strange bear claw like appendage protruding from his neck? He kep petting it.