My Photo

Tip Jar

Change is good

Tip Jar

Stuff

  • Google

Crap You Covet

Blog powered by Typepad

More Stuff

Loaded Web - Global Blog & Business Directory

« Learning to Count With John & Cindy! | Main | Must Love Dogs »

August 22, 2008

Comments

Feed You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.

Adam

That is so freaking twisted and brilliant. In today's standards of enforced lawful behavior, it's always a pleasure to read stories when we weren't so uptight and actually had some fun. Thanks. (Of course, heaven forbid a modern psycologist read this.....off to the padded room with you.)

Whup-Ass Master

Well hello, Adam. Yes, we shudder to think how this prank would be viewed today. The perp would be expelled, no doubt, and criminal charges might come into play. Back then it was merely hilarious.

xox
WAM

Adam

In that case, lets forward your story to all the area high schools, middle schools and colleges.

Whup-Ass Master

Excellent idea. We smell an epidemic.

xox
WAM

JWB3

This was a beautifully composed and exuberantly edited piece of Noteworthy Pulitzer Prize Winning Literature. It has all the elements that one looks for when He (as in I) has been tormented throughout high school and much of University. If I had the wherewithal I would have singularly paraded each one involved around the gym on my shoulders as they do in those indolent pockets of mass testosterone laden shows some call athletics. Revenge is sweet, even though it is somewhat vicarious. I may do it at my 30th reunion (I know, old, old, old) in October. If I haven't thought of another, more devious plan to inflict on those former goons who are now organizing reunions instead of pep rallies.

Whup-Ass Master

Why thank you, JWB cubed. And yes, you may hurl as many blood-filled baby dolls at your reunion as you wish. Do it until your arm cramps. Let the carnage never end.

xox
WAM

Margaret (Nanny Goats)

Revenge of The Nerds: The Prequel. That scene could only come from a movie, yet also smacks of You-Can't-Make-This-Stuff-Up. It's not amazing enough that you achieved overnight cred, but that someone had a camera to capture this occasion (or was he tipped off by Anonymous?).

And thanks for the blog roll add. Woo Hoo!

Whup-Ass Master

Hi Margaret aka Nanny Goats Lady!
A few clarifications:
1. We were not a nerd. Nerds are good at math and science. We were in jr. varsity tennis, the drama club, and our favorite class was drawing. We were simply, sadly, odd.
2. We did not act alone, there were four of us behind the bleachers and it was all horribly synchronized. We gave a solemn oath never to divulge who actually threw the thing (the official line is we all threw it).
3. We believe our friend from the paper knew something was going to happen (maybe a dozen in our inner circle knew to expect something) but it didn't seem strange at the time that the school paper was covering the rally.
4. Welcome to my blog roll. You're a righteous babe and we're happy to point our readers to www.nannygoatsinpanties.com!

xox
WAM

Jeffrey Ellis

That was a truly heartwarming story. Could have been on The Wonder Years.

Whup-Ass Master

Hey JE...

Ah, but it wasn't on the wonder years, was it? And if it had been, Fred Savage would have been instantly contrite, having splattered winnie cooper with blood-red syrup. I've never been sorry for that day, in fact I'm proud of it.

xox
WAM

Gianna

Brilliant and innovative prank. Course, if we could update it a bit for the next generation, I'd use one of those crying babies that abound today. Maybe the ones that can throw up. This way, the baby would be spitting up "blood" as it hurtled through the air, only to shriek as it was caught and THEN splatter the sundry onlookers with the red stuff. Captured on a digital recorder, it'd be the next internet sensation.

Whup-Ass Master

Howdy Gianna! Indeed, if the baby was screaming as it sailed towards "Kimmy" it would have added a certain something. But we're pretty sure this sort of thing, done today, would lead to criminal procedings. And I'd be a hardened ex-con. Perhaps a repeat offender, indiscriminately hurling blood babies at passing strangers. Oh well.

xox
WAM

The comments to this entry are closed.