Comments on: 17 minutes with Mr. KaryHead

By: Duke of Disc Golf

Duke of Disc Golf — Tue, 06 Sep 2005 23:21:00 +0000

I was going to write a great story until someone posted bad things about God. At that point, the game seemed too dangerous. :D

By: kr

kr — Thu, 25 Aug 2005 20:18:00 +0000

Ooooh, nice try. But no.

What would make us even is you writing something terribly clever and so funny that I have to go home and change my pants.

Then, and only then, would we be even.

Or you could send me 5 bucks and it’s yours. Screw the contest. Five dollars? Hello?

By: She was shaken and stirred

She was shaken and stirred — Thu, 25 Aug 2005 08:18:00 +0000

How bout you just gimme the shirt and we call it even?

By: kr

kr — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 22:41:00 +0000

Ok, the shirt is barely worn. I wore it like two times and it has been washed.

Do not be afraid people. The shirt is awesome. And it can be yours.

By: Tess

Tess — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 22:33:00 +0000

Hey Anonymous, just FYI, even if by tearing me down, you do win the used T-shirt it’ll just bring out the bags under your eyes and make you look really OLD (smile). K that’s it; I’m done. Back to the story.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 21:18:00 +0000

Oops..Pass to the left!

I don’t think tess’ post fits

By: Tess

Tess — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 21:18:00 +0000

The, um, banana clip made me attach this rant to the ‘rong blog. Sometimes they do that if they’re too tight.

By: Kyle (who sucks)

Kyle (who sucks) — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 21:17:00 +0000

“Hello? Hello?,” said the far too happy male voice at the door while Sally screamed, “ASS!”

Startled by the sounds of domestic abuse within the home, the male entered shouting, “STOP! I’m Jehovah and I want to witness!”

Jehovah threw his imitation Trek bike to the floor and pulled the rip cord on his standard issue backpack. Oh! But No! Not a standard issue Jehovah’s Witness backpack! A cape and jet pack miraculously launched Jehovah around the room as he grabbed Sally by the head and Billy by a belt loop of his Rustler jeans.

Jehovah began to juggle Sally and Billy and the imitation Trek he snatched with his foot as they zoomed out the door to wide open spaces (cue Dixie Chicks chorus of “Wide Open Spaces).

If Jehovah only had some skills. Jehovah failed to catch Billy. As Billy fell he grabbed…

By: Tess

Tess — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 21:16:00 +0000

I just canNOT believe you would dis the banana clip. There has never been as great a hair accessory as the banana clip, I wish I had the patent to them, and you can so still get them at the store. Not like it matters because they’re engineered to last and the ones I got in 1986 are still like new. I am pretty sure they can heal ADD and brain cancer too. So there. Ha!

By: Lyle

Lyle — Fri, 19 Aug 2005 23:18:00 +0000

CLASH!!

Billy’s mom’s yardsale “find” of a bouquet crashed into Billy’s left frontal lobe and laid him supine.

Sally–seizing the opportunity and the coffee table–sprang toward Billy’s seemingly benumbed body, intending certain harm. Just at the last second, however, Billy–ever the proficient ‘possum player–performed an impressive from-the-floor high kick and caught the lusty wench right in the throat.

Gagging and wheezing, Sally dropped the coffee table whose legs gave way with an resounding “SNAP!” that would make Raven Symone proud, and our hero darted behing the sofa to regroup.

“You…COUGH COUGH…little BAS..COUGH COUGH…BAStard!” came Sally’s hoarse croak as soon as she’d regained use of her throat. “I’m gonna shove my foot so far up yo–”

TOON-TOOON!… Just then the doorbell rang.

(Passing to the left…)