I suspect there’s almost always someone who gets it, though, even if they’re just lurking. And there are a few here–really quite a few–who can be counted on to follow precisely, and we know who they are.
Gravy on biscuits? Are you mad? Or just Merkin? Okay, this is clearly some cultural misunderstanding – the word “biscuit” is being used here to denote something that I would not ordinarily think of as a “biscuit”. “Biscuit” to us Down Here means what you Up There would call “cookie”.
I knew that, which I thought might add to your consternation. But what do you call biscuits, those non-sweet flaky leavened things, Down Under? But I am not originally from the South, so when I moved down here and saw people putting white sausage gravy on biscuits (Merkin biscuits, that is), I thought that was revolting. But over the years I have learned to love it…
About the same size and shape, but they’re completely unsweetened, and a key characteristic of good biscuits is that they have a layered, flaky consistency, so you don’t usually have to cut them, you can just pull them apart along one of the lateral strata. If they’re just round and uniform, or divided into two parts vertically, we just call them “rolls.” Biscuits are known all over the US, but only in the South do they put white sausage gravy on them (pulled into halves, please!) as a breakfast food.
Peeing with wood is more difficult then normal, first you have to drill the hole and put the pee in the wood in the first place, and all in all its just uncomfortable.
AAAARGH! Dreadful Pun Hell fairy is *shocked*, I tell you, *shocked* that la conejita would stoop to such dreadful punning. *clonk* Go to Dreadful Pun Hell right now! (I understand there’s a bar just across the hall from the jacuzzi, now.)
Just picture my avatar and then everything under is covered in strawberries. Very delicately laid out to avoid any skin to be seen through. So no one will get a look.
Well, if you have see-through skin, I can understand why you wouldn’t want people to get a look. Must be handy when you go to the doctor, though–no need for all those pesky x-rays or MRIs.
They’re giving away some of my trade secrets! For so many years I’ve been telling people who find their lives in the toilet, there’s nowhere to go but up!
I was toilet trained by my mother when I was a child. Unfortunately my mother was not an acrobat who could hang from the ceiling. So, no, I don’t think I can use this toilet if it’s upward.
What about us girls? We can’t whizz on the ceiling. Well, unless gravity was reversed.
It took NASA a long time to figure out how to get females to pee properly in zero g for that reason.
Bottoms up !
an upside down room?that won’t work unless there was some weird gravity physics nonsense or siper-man needed to whizz on the job.
I’d like to meet this Siper-Man… He sounds like an interesting guy.
But he’s not nearly as enigmatic as Cypher-Man.
Cipher-Man is busy fighting The Decryptinator.
But he’s hampered by the nearby presence of Decryptonite.
Blast! His one fatal weakness!
The many, and not so happy returns, is what would worry me.
Don’t you just hate it when someone goes over your head?
I suspect that many of your comments go right over many people’s heads!
sometimes it’s like p***ing in the wind.
I suspect there’s almost always someone who gets it, though, even if they’re just lurking. And there are a few here–really quite a few–who can be counted on to follow precisely, and we know who they are.
Some of us grit out teeth at the Dreadful Punning and try to pretend it isn’t happening.
We fail.
Grits are an acquired taste for some.
Yes, Doc H, just think of us as treating you to a Southern delicacy. Next we’ll get you to put gravy on your biscuits.
Gravy on biscuits? Are you mad? Or just Merkin? Okay, this is clearly some cultural misunderstanding – the word “biscuit” is being used here to denote something that I would not ordinarily think of as a “biscuit”. “Biscuit” to us Down Here means what you Up There would call “cookie”.
I knew that, which I thought might add to your consternation. But what do you call biscuits, those non-sweet flaky leavened things, Down Under? But I am not originally from the South, so when I moved down here and saw people putting white sausage gravy on biscuits (Merkin biscuits, that is), I thought that was revolting. But over the years I have learned to love it…
Are they like scones?
About the same size and shape, but they’re completely unsweetened, and a key characteristic of good biscuits is that they have a layered, flaky consistency, so you don’t usually have to cut them, you can just pull them apart along one of the lateral strata. If they’re just round and uniform, or divided into two parts vertically, we just call them “rolls.” Biscuits are known all over the US, but only in the South do they put white sausage gravy on them (pulled into halves, please!) as a breakfast food.
I think Seabscuit is much better than Seacookie.
oops.
that should be-Seabiscuit.
WHINNY!
*holds out cut pieces of honeycrisp apples for the horse*
But I love dreadful puns! In fact, I spent the weekend in Dreadful Pun Hell! The jacuzzi was excellent, too!
I didn’t have such a good time, since the Jacuzzi was filled with whirled peas. And then there was that guy oozing…
Don’t worry about the peas. They are just her peas.
It’s all coming back to me now!
That’s good, because I didn’t want it!
Why did you put the toilet upward, then?
Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw? If so, it may actually have been going downwards.
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
Do geese see God?
Do nine men interpret? Nine men, I nod!
Its a special toilet for when you have to pee with serious morning wood.
Peeing with wood is more difficult then normal, first you have to drill the hole and put the pee in the wood in the first place, and all in all its just uncomfortable.
How much wood would a wood pee pee if a wood pee would pee wood?
You’re barking up the wrong pee…
Easy for you to say. You’re not barking at all.
Meow!
So, do you want to go inout?
Of course!
Wow, They’ve found a way to make water run uphill. This might put us plumbers out of a job…
I thought Archimedes screwed you already.
lol.
Yes, but, something to be thankful for when the snowdrifts pile up in your driveway.
Sounds like we’ll be visualising whirled pees any minute now.
It’s more like a swirl when I push the lever. (wanted to say handle but I didn’t want to imply anything about you personally)
I doubt the toilet shark would have been offended by the ref.
When you can’t find a pencil to play ‘connect the dots,’ urine works just as well.
Remind me not to play “Connect the Dots” with you!
But then I seldom play games with Orange Juice. My mother taught me never to play with food.
OJ can kill you.
And here all I was worried about was getting urine on me!
Only on The Simpsons.
I think, really, urine on it.
Only upward.
AAAARGH! Dreadful Pun Hell fairy is *shocked*, I tell you, *shocked* that la conejita would stoop to such dreadful punning. *clonk* Go to Dreadful Pun Hell right now! (I understand there’s a bar just across the hall from the jacuzzi, now.)
I guess I should join her now. I am curious to see what she looks like, covered in strawberries.
Well, seeing as you have a season’s ticket to Dreadful Pun Hell, I suppose I might as well as send you now. It’ll save time later. *clonk*
If you’re in Dreadful Pun Hell, you’re never alone!
Just picture my avatar and then everything under is covered in strawberries. Very delicately laid out to avoid any skin to be seen through. So no one will get a look.
Well, if you have see-through skin, I can understand why you wouldn’t want people to get a look. Must be handy when you go to the doctor, though–no need for all those pesky x-rays or MRIs.
Yes, I have see through skin. This is how people compliment me on my internal organs.
Your winter stomach will thank you!
So modest!!!………Jerk.
If you can widdle above this sign, the fire brigade needs you.
Thanks EngrishFunny for the Lionel Ritchie earworm.
That commode is for marksmen only.
How many men does Mark have?
About three a week. I sometimes help him find the right ones.
Do they get high Marks?
They’re giving away some of my trade secrets! For so many years I’ve been telling people who find their lives in the toilet, there’s nowhere to go but up!
OMG Flying toilet sharks! I LOVE that idea! *starts to flap lateral fins madly in attempt to get airborne*
Just don’t throw to the toilet while you’re up there.
I think you need to get a running start.
I was toilet trained by my mother when I was a child. Unfortunately my mother was not an acrobat who could hang from the ceiling. So, no, I don’t think I can use this toilet if it’s upward.
Don’t feel bad, I think this is Batmans’ toilet.
It’s where he goes doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo…
Someone moved my litterbox! Stop the cat box!
It’s usually messy when cats think outside the box.
And whose fault is that? You didn’t make the box big enough for all of us!
And you moved it upwards!
but…but..i thought…
now was that measure once, cut twice…or… uh-oh…
Sharif don’t like it.
Was that rock the cash box?
Rockin’ the cat-box, rockin- the cat-box…
Stop rocking the box! I’m being indeterminate in here!
Then you don’t know if you’re rocking or not! Not to toot my own horn, but I know I rock.
In fact, I AM a rock. I am an island.
No man is an island!
He’s a peninsula.
In fact, I have been to the Island of No Man. It’s right near the Isle of Underwater Ladies.
No Man underwater with the ladies?