Sticking (fixating?) for a moment with the puerile ass theme of last week,
Ned passes along a game well worth a try. Here's his post in full.
As I rode home this afternoon, listening to the Don and Mike Show, a caller suggested a game you can play on the highway: You add the word "anal" in front of the car models you see.
Started doing it myself, almost wrapped the damned truck around a pole.
The truck so wrapped would be an Anal Ranger.
My motorbike is an Anal Triumph.
Wonder Woman drives an Anal Pathfinder.
I drove past Anal Explorers, Anal Probes, and Anal Accords, whose drivers may have been mystified by the howls of laughter emanating from my Anal Ranger.
Oh, and read the comments chez Ned for more.
8 comments:
Oh dear. Anal bugeye.
When I was in college, as you know ES, I drove an Anal Mustang.
I have a friend who drives one of those modern Anal Beetles (also known as Anal Bugs).
If bikes can count, I used to have an Anal Trek. Now it's an Anal Fisher.
And the picture is an Austin Healey Anal Frogeye Sprite. (shudder).
Anal Wrangler... huh huh huh.
Instead of buying one of these anal cars, if you just wanted to rent one, would you have to go to anal hertz?
Of course, if you are a state representative from Florida, you'd probably get busted trying to rent an anal escort...
Anal golf, anyone?
It's an anal oydessy for me! And we gave the anal prism to grandma.
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