Sunday, August 7, 2011
Old Bob Eubanks Ruins Your Favorite Urban Legend
We’re gonna take a break from frolic videos and douchey-ass music videos to finally, after years of young DB1 telling this anecdote on the playground of his junior high school, set the record straight.
What she actually said: “In the ass pear, Bob.”
Bob’s answer, “in a turkish prison”
Gotta love that Grandma Wedgie.
Lo from that day on she was known as Loose Stools.
In the trunk…of my car.
It’s the only place to do a chick who looks that good, I guess…
In a horse’s butt.
I once made Whoopi to the entire L.A. Sparks W.N.B.A. Basketball squad in the basement of a Lutheran Church in Springfield, Missouri.
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Except for the lesbians, so really I just jacked-off.
In $240 worth of pudding.
And speaking of “in the butt,” I now know kinda sorta how the term “dark horse” came about:
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http://www.funnyjunk.com/funny_pictures/2273347/the+origin+of+unicorns/
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First, however, some of you Photoshop experts should probably replace “ocean” with “Gulf” and the horned seal(?) with a, ummmmm, fully blackfaced Mickey Mouse-like character
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And maybe “pee in” could be used instead of that other word.
I believe that’s a narwhal, wheeze
Bob is an idiot. Although the exact phrasing of the urban legend did not happen, something very similar happened that is likely the origin of the legend.
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http://www.snopes.com/radiotv/tv/newlywed.asp
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Go in peace, knowing this is more true than not.
“Oh God, Bob, I love it in THE EAR! Put it in the EAR, I tell him! Fill my ear canal with your baby batter! ON MY EAR DRUM! OH GOD RIGHT ON MY EAR DRUM!”
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Sorry.
Thanks, Creatch! Oceanography and zoology were two areas of study I clearly didn’t pursue. Heh heh…..
More, uhhhhh, crossbreeding or something…..
Young , breast fed narwhal a most delectable meat, and is best served with banana peppers and white wine.
But remember, don’t overcook!
That it happened cannot now be denied. The clip can be seen in the (extremely good and extremely underrated) “Confessions of a Dangerous Mind.”
Brown double knit jackets on the guys,bad peasant shirts on the ladies. Ah,1977.