Thursday, October 06, 2005

Superman, Pygmies, and Perverted Poetry on a Crisp Fall Morn

Catchy title huh. As I write this post a cold front has dipped down and the temp is in the upper 40's so it actually feels like autumn is finally here.

Nicolas Cage must be the king of ubergeeks everywhere. This week but he better get his kid into martial arts classes as soon as he can walk. By naming his son Kal-El, Superman's Kryptonian birthname, when he starts to school, his ass will be prone to a daily beating by some bully yelling, "Kneel before Zaad, Bitch".

The pygmies of the Itari desert have an average birth weight of 8.6 pounds.

Today a twisted poetry selection from the thundering days of yesteryear. This comes from an infamous men's magazine published by Larry Flynt circa early 1980's. For some demented reason, I have always remembered this poem. In the illustration, this twisted masterpeice was plastered to a bathroom stall.

A Public Restroom is a Sicko's dream.
There is shit on the seat mixed with testicle cream.
But for the ultimate bad taste caper,
Take a Piss on the toilet paper.

10 comments:

Big D said...

That is what you call a true fan.

cleveland said...

damn straight but i agree with fuzz the ass whipings will be frequent and just a thought i wonder if mr. cage has allready bought the superman pajamas

cleveland said...

here is a limrick since i missed the last on. there once was a lady named kay who hung by her heels in the doorway she told her old man to get off the divan i think i have found one more way

Laurie said...

Feeling like fall here, too... which is ok. I don't like winter, though.

My kid has superman pj's - but he has a "normal" name. I think he'll be the one doing the ass kicking.

:P fuzzbox said...

Always nice to see a new name on the comments. Thanks for stopping by Laurie. When younger my son wore Spiderman pj's, I don't know if it helped him kick any ass but it certainly made finding him a costume on halloween easier.
Damn these word verifacation letters get stranger all the time. I just had to type in angrywax. WTF.

Reiki said...

ok :P, due to your taxicab confessions of yesterday, I feel I must do the same.

I, too was raised by a wild pack of lesbian gypsies who broke away from the "main pack" and fled to rural Kansas because they let in 4 evil boys.

So, I guess that makes us all related. And as my gypsy aunties always used to say...incest is always best...

:P fuzzbox said...

But do you really need to be put to the test?

Reiki said...

is this a quiz?

:P fuzzbox said...

Not at all just finishing up the adage, "Incest is the best put your sister to the test." Although that is a little deep south even for me. That and I was trying to think of something witty to say while blushing like a little schoolboy.

phred said...

Cleve - that was agood one.
I don`t know who raised me..I don`t remember anything until I was about 4 - 5 . I do know that I did not wean real good. And I may Have been raised by lesbians because , I like some of the same stuff they like.