Auntie D’s Bookmobile

October 11, 2009

 

 

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Auntie D and her concubine are back, wandering aimlessly through cyberspace to show off some of the latest and greatest literary classics in her “Van O’ Verbology”…

 

 

 

 

 

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Lt. Jim Bullard, whose previous best-sellers include “Looking Forward to Being Genitally Mutilated” and “Looking Forward to Being Buried Alive”, has hit pay dirt once again, with this insightful and light-hearted manual that makes “random muggings” fun again.

Here’s what a few of  the readers had to say…

 

“I used to be terrified of the creepy man in the trench coat who’s always squatting behind the bushes in my backyard at night. But now, after reading this book, I not only look forward to seeing him, I’ve stopped locking the door altogether in the hopes that he’ll eventually come right in and attack me!”

                                                                                                                                     -Mindy, former Attack-phobic

 

“I was never of those girls who wandered the streets after last call wearing nothing but a tight pleather mini skirt and sheer halter-top that left nothing to the imagination. But I read this inspirational book…and look at me now! Thanks Looking Forward to Being Attacked!”

                                                                                                                                      -Donna, 20-something Bar-Star

 

 ”If being the victim of a random attack is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right!”

                                                                                                            -Carla, Attack Victim 3-times and counting

 

 

 

 

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I have to say that this book was a bit of a yawner…way too predictable.

Girl wants to land a rich husband (obviously). So she applies to the Nursing program, spends the next four years  busting her ass in school, busses tables at some seedy dive at night just to make ends meet, becomes addicted to Adderrall and other  stimulants claiming to increase alertness and overall cognitive performance, takes a semester off to go to detox, cleans herself up, finally graduates, gets a job the “ICU grunt”  and is stuck working the crappy night shifts because she’s a newbie, screws up her whole internal clock and ends up addicted to sedatives, all so she can land a husband in the medical field who earns one-tenth the salary of the Oil and Gas Executive she could have landed just by getting chest implants and a waitressing job at Hooters.

 

Did it, done it, got the t-shirt.

 

 

 

 

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This informative, non-biased novel is a great resource for all of you out there who are struggling with the decision of whether or not to become permanently neutered. Although I can’t relate personally, from what I’ve heard it’s an extremely difficult decision, one that should not be taken lightly. Like the Mr. Cheney always says,  “Once you go hack, you never go back”.

The following are some of the advantages and disadvatanges  of living a  ”Gonad-Free” lifestyle:

 

Disadvantages: 

-High voice

-Girly build

-Mini-genitals

-Lack of pubic hair (may be considered an advantage if you like that look)

-Sterility (might also be seen as a good thing, depending)

-No sex drive

 

Advantages: 

-Lack of unsightly body hair

-Prevents male pattern baldness (definite plus for single men)

 

As you can see, it’s pretty much a toss-up. Personally, if it were me I would do it no questions asked, but really it just boils down to personal preference.  

 

 

 

 

 

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For those of you planning to go through with the whole castration thing, I strongly recommend this recipe book. 

Ljubomir Erovic has been specializing in “Testicular Cuisine” for over 20 years.  Here, in this Limited Edition Cookbook,  he shows you that  with just a couple of  spare ballocks, some seasoning and a little TLC,  you can create a meal that may not necessarily be pleasing to the eye,  but will most certainly be pleasing to the palate.

And for those of you who have a bit of a sweet tooth, there’s even a section at the back dedicated solely to mouth-watering desserts.

 

The following are two of my favorites:  

 

Chin-Ornament Sub

Ingredients:

  • 2 sub rolls (Italian sandwich rolls)
  • 5-6 pre-cooked medium-sized nutsacks  (or 4 enlarged ones)
  • 1 cup spaghetti sauce
  • 4 slices Monterey Jack cheese

Directions:

  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.
  2. Place sub rolls, open-faced, on a baking sheet and toast in the oven for 5 minutes.
  3. Meanwhile, put the nads and sauce into a 3-quart pot. Heat over medium heat until warm, about 10 minutes.
  4. Place the giggle-berries on half of each submarine roll. Top with 1 slice of Monterey Jack cheese. Return to the oven and bake 5 more minutes until cheese is melted.

 

 And if you think that sounds good, wait till you try out this mouth-watering dessert…

 

Ball-klava:

Ingredients:

  • 1 (16 ounce) package phyllo dough
  • 1 pound crown-jewels, finely chopped
  • 1 cup butter
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 cup white sugar

Directions:

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Butter the bottoms and sides of pan.
  2. Take the minced hairy danglers and toss with cinnamon. Set aside. Unroll phyllo dough. Place two sheets of dough in pan, butter thoroughly. Sprinkle 2 – 3 tablespoons of diced flesh balloons on top. Top with two sheets of dough and repeat until you have 8 sheets layered.
  3. Using a sharp knife, cut into square shapes, then bake for about 50 minutes until golden and crisp.
  4. Remove from oven and let cool, then proceed to serve in old jockstraps. Make sure you leave the ballklava uncovered, as the Mary Kate and Ashleys tend to get soggy if wrapped up.

 

 

 

 

 

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I hate to say it, but  personally I don’t recommend this novel (sorry, Auntie D). I mean let’s face it, only geeks wear braces (sorry Heather), and who wants to read a story about geeks? (sorry, Mom)

I heard that this book does end on a postive note, although personally I wouldn’t know…I had to throw it out when I got to the chapter entitled “Using Colorful Elastics to Really Get Noticed!”

 

Thanks for hanging with me and Auntie D. And remember, if you are interested in any of these rousing reads, just send me an email and I will forward you a price list. But hurry, with masterpieces like this, it’s only a matter of time before they’re flying off the shelves!

47 Responses leave one →
  1. October 11, 2009

    Poor Dick Cheney. First his daughter is a lesbian and now the secret it out that his brother has no balls. (For those keeping score that’s: Dick … one & Balls none.) :)

    • October 12, 2009

      Ha!

      Thanks so much for the score card, Bill, it’s way easier for people like me to keep track that way…:)

      Nice to see you again, Bill,

      Bschooled:)

  2. October 11, 2009

    where can I get a tight pleather skirt?

    ;-)

    • October 12, 2009

      Haha! NM, the funny thing is that I was going to ask you the same question!

      For a friend, of course…;)

  3. October 11, 2009

    Maybe they should offer the disadvantages of castration first. I would hate to get excited about the advantages and run off for the hedge shears b/4 reading about the downside.

    • October 12, 2009

      Bearman,

      I hate to be the one to tell you this, but cariacatures shouldn’t be using the hedge shears anyway….especially when all you really need is a good rubber eraser.

      Oh, and a steady hand as well, so you don’t accidentally remove your entire gender and have to change your name to something like Bearneutral…

  4. October 11, 2009

    Superb job again, bschooled. Thanks for the much-needed literature to break up the monotony of reading the newspaper. Or blogs.

    Well, anyway.

    Interesting to note that the font size for “Advantages” is slightly larger than the “Disadvantages” on the Castration book cover. This would lead me to believe that the author, Victor “Vic” Cheney had his set removed several years before frightening some small-scale publisher into releasing his masterpiece.

    Another interesting note: the randomly generated “related” post wishes to give us news of Leo DiCaprio impending dad-hood. No doubt this was generated by Leo’s reputation as castrated, brace-wearing, sexual assault bait. Thank god he fell into the fine, fine business of acting as he was finding it hard to stay stocked with colorful elastics due to the repeated violations.

    It was tough for him to let it go as it was “the only thing he really looked forward to,” especially since his original plan to fuck his way into Doctor-type money had fallen through.

    Excellent work, Bschooled. Looking forward to the next installment of disgraces to literature and page-layout.

    • October 12, 2009

      Once again CLT, your attention to detail is remarkable. Which is why I shall now remark upon it.

      Although Victor “The Vickinator” Cheney does try to maintain a non-biased opinion in writing, he uses other not so subliminal techniques in order to get his bias across. Namely enlarged font sizes and random comment-bombs like “Nads-Free since ‘83!” and “Three Cheers for Neuticles!”

      The man makes you want to be a better morphodite.

      Poor Leo. It was hard enough growing up as a castrated, brace-wearing, sexual assault bait, but to have to do so in the Seaver household would have been even more excruciating.

      I can just imagine Dr. Seaver’s incessant tongue-in-cheek comments about his “effeminate adopted-son” (making a point not to confuse him with Ben, the effeminate real son), while his brother Mike constantly barraged him with questions like “What would Jesus do if he ran out of colorful elastics?”

      Thankfully his sister Carol was too busy with other…um, issues.

      Anyway, I must say that it’s always wonderful to see those exaggerated hand-gestures of yours, CLT. You most definitely put the “Y” in YMCA.

  5. October 11, 2009

    Judging by the font size, the advantages of castration far outweigh the disadvantages – lol!

    • October 12, 2009

      If you think that’s bad, Talon, you should see the Table of Contents section.

      Turns out all of the chapters are on the positives, and there is only one half-page section at the end entitled “Disadvantages that Could Actually be Advantages Depending on How you Look at It”.

      (He really needs to work on condensing the verbiage in his titles)

      Nice to see you, Talon!

      Bschooled:)

  6. October 12, 2009

    First of all, I’d like to publicly state my displeasure with the CLT for the record. While he is usually right on the money, his written assault of Leo was uncalled for, mean, and bordering on libelous. Little Leo is not castrated and everything that we did was purely consensual. It didn’t matter what his lips were saying, his eyes told me to continue. The braces were only on for a year and it made our games just that much more exciting, ripe with the danger of accidental castration, or at least a really bad cut or tear.

    With that bit of nastiness out of the way, let’s move on to ‘Looking Forward…’ I loved this book as it opened me up (so to speak) to the quirky world of paraphilias. This book got me into everything from chremastistophilia to frotteurism. I highly recommend it to anyone with masochistic tendencies. Leo was over the moon about it!

    I’m only interested in ‘Nurse..’ if it is based on a true story and she can score me some fentanyl patches. Oh and Leo says he wants an enema. A violent enema. I’ll divorce my wife and marry her if it’ll help. I mean, who doesn’t have a sordid, drug-dependant past rife with grunt work and internal clock dysfunction?

    ‘Castration’ is really upsetting to me. As you probably know by now; Victor Cheney is just Dick Cheney’s pseudonym. He really didn’t think that one out properly. I really love Dick….I mean Cheney, but sometimes he’s just ….well a dick. I understand his need to dominate, but really, can’t he just have George strap on some duct tape and leave it at that. Can’t he use just a little imagination? You know like when he had to invent reasons to invade Iraq. Having to permanently neuter your love for your own gratification is just selfish.

    I’d love a copy of cooking with balls! As a connoisseur of fine balls, I’m often looking for spunky new recipes! I’m an ethical ball eater though; I only cook with the balls of deceased elderly men. Unlike other meat, the balls are the tenderest the older they are. The ‘sack’ is also much more elastic, allowing for more creative presentation.

    I’ve already mentioned my feelings on braces. Been there, done that, loved it! I’m wondering if Auntie D may have anything on ‘gumming?’

    A stupendously awesome job as always B!!!

    • October 12, 2009

      Scott,

      First of all, when it comes to Leo, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. What happens on the Titanic, stays on the Titanic. And I don’t think CLT’s comment wasn’t meant to be taken personally, he was just voicing his displeasure in regards to the astronomical salaries that employees in the medical field are making these days.

      At least that’s what I got out of it.

      I have to say that your background knowledge on terms relating to “sexual arousal to objects or situations that are not part of normative stimulation,” never ceases to amaze me, Scott. It’s obvious to me that that paraphilia is definitely your paraphilia. Like I always say, “If chremastistophilia is wrong, then why even bother looking forward to being attacked?”

      Fenantyl patches = good times!

      It’s times like these that I wish I knew more about Dick Cheney than just what I heard from Eminem. According to him, Dick is suffering from a complicated heart-problem, which is causing a lot of undue stress on his wife’s job. Or something like that.

      Either way, it’s pretty sad.

      I will send you a copy of this fantastic recipe book right away, Scott! Unfortunately I can’t really help with your “ingredients of choice”, but I do have some connections over at the Legion who might be able to help. Those Shriners are really generous when it comes to that stuff.

      Thanks for the wit-infused comment, Scott. I will ask Auntie D about gumming-related manuals ASAP. Knowing her, she probably has a whole library on the technique…

      • October 14, 2009

        Sorry for my late response to your reply of my original comment. I have advice for you B; don’t ever try to record a video for a blog. What a freaking nightmare, and it looks like shit. I even had to upload the thing to YouTube before wordpress would let me get it on my blog. Anyway, a lot has changed since we last wrote. CLT and I have made up and are now presenting a united front to that teasing, cheating whore Leo. I won’t take any more of his lip. Unless ….never mind. No more!

        I am now in the process of writing a book about paraphilias for paraphiliacs. I got the idea off of Kramer. He made a coffee table book about coffee table books and suing for child custody in an emotionally draining case that caught the nation’s attention.

        Eminem is the eminent expert on all things Dick, so you are right to go to him for that kind of info. As well as sleeping pill/methadone interaction questions.

        I can’t wait for my recipe book but I really am lacking the needed ingredients just lately. Maybe you could make those Shriners an offer they can’t refuse?

        • October 14, 2009

          Thanks for the advice, Scott. That’s the same reason I pilfer other people’s photos for my blog.

          Nightmare + Shit = Bschooled’s photography skills

          Kramer was a genius. He’s the guy who made “emotionally draining cases that catch the nation’s attention” fun again!

          Eminem is my CNN. But when he’s out doing the 8-mile, I usually get my insider information from Mr. Shady…or Solange Knowles (Thanks CLT!)

          Since I have a feeling that your “talent for pretty much everything” spills over into the kitchen, I would be happy to help you out. And to the best of my Freemason knowledge, the Shriners have never been known to “refuse an offer”.

          They’re total sell-outs.

  7. October 12, 2009

    I dont think i like that Castration book. I looked up the word in a dictionary and it didnt seem like there was a lot of pro’s with that.

    Its always lovely to see Auntie D! AND HOORAY FOR B!

    LOSTL!

    Oh how ive missed reading all about the lovely books in your Aunties bookmobile and i will one day make it to meet this wonderful woman!

    Bob

    • October 12, 2009

      BOB!

      I can’t tell you how good it is to hear from you! I was starting to worry that perhaps you’d been recruited by one of those hard-core street gangs or something.

      I even posted a Missing Persons ad (complete with composite drawing of what you would look like in 10 years from now) and posted it to the corkboard at my local grocery store. Unfortunately, when I went back I noticed that your poster had been covered by an ad selling “a ‘94 Corolla with new tires and minimal rust”.

      I can’t really blame them, though. From what I heard, those Toyotas are extremely reliable automobiles.

      Anyway, I’m so glad you’re back. LOSTL’ing without you just isn’t the same.

      And just so you know, Bob, if you do ever decide to come to Canada, I have more than enough room at my place for you, Rose and even your Mom. You’ll all have to share a bed, mind you, but I think it’s safe to say that you are all probably used to that by now.

      LOSTL! indeed, my friend!

      Bschooled:)

  8. October 12, 2009

    I am confused on how to make the Chin-Ornament Sub. The recipe calls for “nutsacks” but it is unclear as to whether the nuts are still in the sack. Reading further, there is mention of nads so I am assuming the nuts are, in fact, with the sack. So what does one do with the sack? I wouldn’t think you would eat it (no mention of pre-shaved nutsack so the hair would be a problem) plus it is generally wrinkly and tough to chew on…I am told.

    Possibly it could be used for a nice au jus sauce? Any help would be appreciated.

    • October 12, 2009

      TL,

      I must say I’m surprised. I would have thought you’d have mastered the “chin-ornament” cuisine back in home-economics class.

      I really wish I could help you out, but unfortunately, thanks to “personal reasons” (aka. your comment) I have recently decided to become a strict vegan.

      Although I do have a tasty balls-free mole sauce you might be interested in…

  9. October 12, 2009

    Ball-klava.. just what i”ve been craving and I’ve wanted to crown a particular pair of balls, grind them up and then scald them w/ piping hot honey.. And bury them beneath layer after layer of phyllo then bake the crap out of it!
    YES!!!!

    • October 13, 2009

      DF,

      To be honest, I like your version much better…

      It must be the honey?

      • October 14, 2009

        Any good woman worth her salt ( to mix metaphors) knows that balls are meant to be covered in honey! and, if… oops! the honey is too hot… well he had it coming I’m sure.

        • October 14, 2009

          Your metaphor merging skills are brilliant, DF!

          And trust me, he totally had it coming.

          They all did.

  10. October 12, 2009

    An excellent selection of books, Bschooled. As per usual, I doff my cap to your Auntie D.

    I actually used to own a copy of “Looking forward to Being Attacked” and even had it autographed. Unfortunately, the signer was Mike Bullard, little known Canadian stand-up comic and failed television host, not Lt. Jim Bullard, little known American soldier of Fortune and part-time writer.

    Anyway, the book is wonderful. Very uplifting in an “evil is all around you and it is inevitable that you or a member of your family will fall victim to violent crime” type of way. Once you realize your life is in constant peril and that you can trust no one – it makes it easier to strike back without conscience.

    But I’m spoiling it for those that haven’t read it.

    A wonderful collection, Bschooled.

    All the best,

    Don

    • October 13, 2009

      Don,

      I know you’re not going to believe this, but I am a huge (I’m talking ginormous here) Mike Bullard fan. I was fortunate enough to meet him once when I was in Toronto.

      My co-worker and I were eating at a restaurant downtown (owned by some hockey player or something), and I saw a familiar face standing in the corner. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was the comic genious himself, creator of hilarity-ensuing sketches like “Who The Hell Do You Think You Are, You Drunken Bastard?” and “What did you buy at Canadian Tire and why?”

      Our eyes met, but just as I was about to go up to him and offer to be his groupie, he was mobbed by a bunch of fans (or maybe it was only 2), and had to make a quick getaway in his ‘84 Datsun.

      Regardless, I will never forget those 10 or so minutes of slightly awkward eye-contact…

      Anyway, I’m really glad you like the book, Don. And so is Auntie D. In fact, she plan to send you Lt. Bullard’s other best-sellers in a box set for Chrsitmas.

      But don’t tell her that I told you. She wanted it to be a surprise.

      Friends Forever (enemies never),

      Bschooled

  11. October 12, 2009

    Hi, my names Alan and it’s been six days since my last drink.

    Sorry. Wrong room.

    radio plays oddly non-sexual flamenco music

    Hello, my name is Alan and I’m calling on behalf of a government agency seeking your opinion on gene therapies.

    dialtone

    Hi! I’m Alan and it’s always been my dream to be attacked by a nurse with a past, who, before she castrated me, told me of the procedure’s advantage and disadvantages, and who, after castrating me, cooked my testicles and then fit me with braces. In reading all five books in the correct sequential order this can all finally happen. If only in my imagination…

    PS. Hilarious stuff, bschooled. It really touched me on so many personal levels… Oh and I meant to mention: I’m currently discovering the literary joys of reading Edgar Rice Burroughs, the great penster behind the Tarzan books; and I’m so impressed that I’ve formed a Tarzan book club. We meet once or twice a day and just gab about what a cool savage Tarzan is. It’s lots of fun. We certainly don’t have to worry too hard about fretting over stuff like literary merit.

    The first meeting was very special. I had myself castrated and served my balls in a bouillabaisse. Unfortunately everyone had to rush out in horror after the bouillabaisse was presented and I was stuck with a vat of testicle and fish head soup. I hate when that happens.

    • October 13, 2009

      “Hi Alan!”

      Try two doors down…you’re looking for the “Pole Dancing and Sensual Fitness” classes, right?

      radio plays oddly sexual christian-rock in the background

      “Hi Alan!” (again)

      I myself am 100% pro-Gene therapy. The man claims that he’s never drank, smoked or done drugs in his life, but his heavy make-up and over-the-top stage theatrics tell me differently. Let’s face it, he’s crazier than a bat outta hell! (or is that Meatloaf?)

      Regardless, the guy needs counseling. Stat.

      “Hi Alan!” (this is getting awkward)

      Well, I must say, that’s quite the imagination you’ve got there…have you ever thought of going into Alan therapy? Or perhaps script-writing? Personally, I think you’d be successful at either one.

      ps. Alan, I am so pleased to hear about your book club. Do you think I would be able to join via satellite? Or whatever it is the kids are using these days? I’m a big fan of book clubs that focus “more on the cool and less on the school,” so to speak. I’m not a big reader. At least not in the “look at this combination of letters and tell me what it says” sort of way.

      OMG I hate it when that happens too! I swear, that bouillabaisse is going to be the death of me…not to mention your testicles.

      pps. Please tell me the fish-head wasn’t cod…

      • October 13, 2009

        Hahahaha!

        Thanks for the set up.

        “No, it wasn’t cod. It was ‘Fucking Cod!’”

        That felt good. It felt right.

        So, fair turn. Any, or all, or none, of these are yours…

        “Say, bschooled, who was that man I saw you with last night?”

        “Hey, bschooled, how you make antifreeze?”

        “Oy Gevalt, say, bschooled, who painted the walls in blood?”

        “Holy Christ! bschooled, have you seen what that roving gang of circus clowns did to the contorionists?”

        “Suffering savagery of sodomy! bschooled, did you see what those weirdo kinkster contortionists did to the elephant?”

        “Sweet Swedish Flute Society, bschooled, look, it’s some sort of new cereal that mom says it good for you. Did you try it? If not, who should we get to try it? And why?”

        “Jesus Fucking Viletone! Bschooled, why did that fucking chicken cross that fucking road and what the hell was that stuffed in its pants?”

        PS: Of course you can join us via satellite. Your auntie dropped by on skype and called Tarzan all kinds of things that I’ve never heard of, and many that I would never have attributed to him, but which are now forever burnt into my memory. She’s a game gal, that auntie of yours… Swears like a sailor. A really,really, really foul mouthed sailor.

        • October 13, 2009

          Ok then…I choose all!!!

          Say, bschooled, who was that man I saw you with last night?”

          That wasn’t a man, Alan…at least not in the conventional sense of the term. If you were asking about him in an unconventional way, well then that was Tom.

          Tom the Merman.

          “Hey, bschooled, how you make antifreeze?”

          Simple…all you have to do is take the recipe for promelt, and read it backwards! And upside down!

          “Oy Gevalt, say, bschooled, who painted the walls in blood?”

          I don’t know, but it scares me. It scares me something fierce. And whoever it was, it looks like they had paws for hands…check out the sloppy artwork!

          This mystery is too rich for our blood, Alan, I think we need to call in the big guys.

          “BRING IN THE BLOODHOUND GANG!!”.

          Hey…wait a minute…

          “Holy Christ! bschooled, have you seen what that roving gang of circus clowns did to the contorionists?”

          Is this a trick question? Because just so you know, there’s nothing I hate more than being rused, hoaxed, swindled, dodged, scammed, played, trapped, pranked, capered, hoodwinked, conned, stunted and/or mislead.

          It’s just a personal thing.

          “Suffering savagery of sodomy! bschooled, did you see what those weirdo kinkster contortionists did to the elephant?”

          That’s better.

          I have to be honest, Alan, I probably would have done the same thing if I were in their flexible slip-ons. That elephant overstayed his welcome.

          I mean, seriously…how would you like it if there was an elephant in the room, just standing there…doing nothing but “being”…in the room?

          Contrary to popular belief, kinktorts (that’s what they call themselves apparently) can only take so much before they eventually snap.

          “Sweet Swedish Flute Society, bschooled, look, it’s some sort of new cereal that mom says it good for you. Did you try it? If not, who should we get to try it? And why?”

          Me- I know! Let’s get Don to try it!

          Alan-“Don won’t eat it…he hates everything”

          Me-“He likes it! He thinks it’s ice-cream!”

          (Old people are funny that way)

          “Jesus Fucking Viletone! Bschooled, why did that fucking chicken cross that fucking road and what the hell was that stuffed in its pants?”

          That wasn’t a fucking chicken, Alan. That was Vince. As in Vince and the Fucking Viletones! Don’t you get it? Vince is in a fucking band with the fucking Viletones, and he looks like a fucking chicken!!

          And if you bothered to look at his fucking feet, Alan, you would know what the hell was stuffed in his pants! Elefuckingphantitis indeed!!!

          Thanks Alan, that was extremely therapeutic. I felt like I got a lot off my chest.

          • October 13, 2009

            Hahaha!

            Nice! Fabulous! Well Played! Brilliant! Capitalist Lion Taming! Fab! Pant Hooting! Rippping! (“Yes, it was so “rippping” it needs three p’s!

            I was glad to help. I have to say, it was a thing of beauty to read.

            To paraphrase the bad boy bard “By the prickling of my thumbs/Some wicked funny shit this way comes…

            I said it before, and I’ll say it ever more. Bravo!

            http://tiny.cc/i9VD5

  12. October 12, 2009

    “Nutsacks”, “nads”, “giggle-berries”, “crown jewels, “hairy-danglers” . . .

    Sweet Jesus, Bschooled, the terminology alone had me in stitches, and yet . . . squirming uncomfortably. There’s more names for testes than the crafty cougar (puma, mountain lion, panther, painter, poet, prankster).

    Brillaint as always. Unfortunately, my lovely wife is the queen of great baklava, and I’m hiding Erovic’s special recipe for obvious reasons.

    I’m a deep sleeper, B, and she would be swift in her harvest.

    • October 13, 2009

      Thanks Invasive1,

      But really, I can’t take all the credit for your uncomfortable squirmage (is that a word?).

      I have to thank the Urban Dictionary and Wiktionary (key word: testicles). Without their help, I would not be where I am today.

      Ok I lied.

      I would probably still be here, but I wouldn’t have as many options for my work-related phrase of choice, “This sucks balls”.

      Sleep deeply, Invasive1…and remember, it only hurts for a second (or so I’m told).

  13. October 13, 2009

    I’ll let you know if I’m hitting high acapella with the local barbershop quartet. A hair trim would be nice. The other . . . quite invasive! [High note here].

  14. October 13, 2009

    Thanks for listing the advantages and disadvantages on castration. The fact “Advantages” was in bold and “disadvantages” was not, led me to believe that I needed to do this. Where would I be without you?

    • October 13, 2009

      Looks like you and I were cross-blogging simultaneously once again, Will. Is there a WordPress award for that?

      Anyway to answer your question, without me it would be you, Diablo and the Rupert twins enjoying fat-reduced triscuits while watching reruns of Alf on your laptop.

      But thanks to me, you will soon have the triscuits to yourself…
      ;)

      • October 14, 2009

        And yet again, you know me well. crazy, since we don’t really know each other.

        Uh oh. Hiku!

        B you know me well
        But you do not know me well,
        conundrum fuckers!

        • October 14, 2009

          Will,

          You are not going to believe this (really, you have no choice), but last night I was lying in bed thinking, “You know, I really should write a haiku about Will”.

          Check this out:

          Will you know me well
          But you do not know me well
          conundrum bitches!

          If this isn’t a sign that we’re related then I don’t know what is…

          Makes you proud to be sort-of Canadian, doesn’t it?

          • October 16, 2009

            “OOOh Canada, OOOOh Canada, dumdee dum dum CanAdaaaaa”

            I will work on my anthem. :|

  15. October 13, 2009

    Ah the Bookmobile I look forward to hearing the bookmobile bell and see Auntie toting her wares….Grandma liked her copy of looking forward to being attacked..said something about grandpa being Randy i thought grandpa’s name was Dave….i didnt understand that…Those testicles recipes they must be a delicacy..somewhere in greece i hear they bend over backwards to try them….hmmmm great selection…zman sends

    • October 13, 2009

      Ha ha!

      I’m glad Grandma liked the book, Zman. Although I don’t understand what she means either…maybe it’s time for her to start buying books on tape?

      Oh those Grecians…always in the thicket of exquisite cuisine. I wonder if they serve them souvlaki style…

      (ugh, I need to learn to stop doing that…the visuals get me every time)

      Thanks for stopping by, Zman, Auntie D’s sends her love! (I’d be careful, it might be contagious)

      b:)

  16. October 14, 2009

    i love it when the bookmobile comes to town! now i love to cook but i think i wont be buying the testicle cookbook….i’ll save that one for nursemyra. i’m sure she can cook up something unique and post the results over at the Gimcrack. :-)

    • October 14, 2009

      Ha! I’m sure Nursemyra has the entire collection of Mr. Erovic’s recipe books. Her patients must love it when the Christmas season rolls around and she brings in her tasty selection of baked goods…

      Good to see you Lynn:)

  17. October 14, 2009
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    I hear the acclaimed Mr. Erovic will be coming out with his Christmas edition shortly – “Deck the Balls” or some such name. My druncle contributed his recipe for rum balls!

    • October 14, 2009

      You heard correctly, GP…and now that you’ve ruined your Christmas present yet again, I’ll have to resort to my back-up plan.

      *hint-rhymes with “Looking Forward to Being Mattacked”

  18. October 17, 2009

    oh this had me in stitches. literally. just to think i was laying around in bed, reading your blog on the laptop, trying to thing of breakfast… what should i have? and along comes the perfect solution! 25 minutes later (admittedly a bit of a mess to clean up), and there it is. but what do i call it? eggs benedict won’t do.

    i will also advise that another benefit of “the procedure” as we like to call it around grandma is that you don’t have them stuck to your thighs on hot days, peeling ‘em off the legs always catches a hair and then it’s ooooouuuuuuchh!

    • October 18, 2009

      Hey John!

      I’m glad I was able to play a part in your choice of meal, and seeing as breakfast is the most important meal of the day (or so the band-wagon hoppers say), I’ll take that as even more of a compliment.

      (it’s just an ego thing)

      Oh, and thanks for the vivid and horrifically extremely detailed visual. Thanks to you, I’ll never take the “being female/hot day” combo for granted again.

      Always great to see you John,
      Bschooled

      ps. BTW, how are you making out on our future paper-sculpture collaboration?

  19. October 14, 2009

    Alan,

    I am truly honored by your “ripppping compliment”. (HA! four p’s!)

    To be considered Capitalist Lion Taming/pant hooting by an enigmatic humorist such as yourself (yes, I called you enigmatic–but only because I’m not sure what it means and yet I’ve been dying to coin the term “enigmatic humorist” for a while now), is the kind of gift an inheritance from a stinking rich Grandfather just can’t buy.

    At least not these days.

    And oh how I covet the Bravo! In fact, I’ve been known to forward the link to my friends on a regular basis (just to keep them humble).

    You make me want to be a better acceptance speech writer…

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