Archive for the ‘Stranger’ Category

Cocoon

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

hot model caterpillar

 

Uncle Bud here, waking you up out of the daydreams of a lazy afternoon.

I was eating dinner with my good friend, and he told a story that I can still visualize almost as clear as Britney Spears horrid upskirt shots.

So I was talking to my friend and he was telling me that he and his now ex-wife were at the water slide park. They were enjoying their time and his wife said she will be right back,  she needed to go to the lady’s room.  Well you all know what that means.  A half an hour later she came scampering out, and to my friends horror, there she was with her bathing suit tucked into her pooter.  I was quizzical at what he was getting out until my buddy said this;  “The best way to describe the sight was it looked like twin caterpillars, one on each side of her whoseit. This had me roaring so loud with laughter a tight quick staccato fart escaped…to my amazement, nobody had noticed

The Flurp and the Bubble Bath

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

flurp sniffing bicycle seat

Uncle Bud here again….

When I was a kid, my groups of friends and I had common tasteless stories that all of us idiots shared. Some were very bizarre… Here’s one for you:
There was a name for a person who couldn’t help themselvs but sniff female bicycle seats, and that name was a Flurp. Now in itself that is very weird… Us babbling idiot kids thought this was really funny. There were many other name and labels and another one that I still remember today is one for a person who farts in a bathtub waits for the bubbles to arise so they sniff them. Now it is rare that I ask you to respond, but for the life of me, I can not think of the name… I believe it rhymes with Flurp… For all you weird ones out there, please respond and let me know the name of this type of person… PS. I know that most of you who have never done this, will soon be a sniffing..

Over and out…
Uncle Bud

The Honeymoon – Part 2: Let It Rip!

Friday, May 1st, 2009

This Post is Part 2 of Uncle bud’s Honeymoon, Check out Part 1 Here: The Honeymoon: Part 1

On that same Honeymoon, I had one of those expensive dinners the night before, very rich food. The next night, me and the little lady were going out to a highbrow restaurant and needed to get all dressed up. I got on my three piece suit with the vest and all. You know the one that makes you look like one of the Bee Gees… Oh well. My wife was not dressed yet.. You know how long it takes for ladies to get ready. Putting on their face and all that crap.. Then it hit me.. A tremendous rumbling in my stomach… You know what that means….A tremendous fart is building… I did not want to waste it and had an idea that amounted to this… Brilliance. I asked my wife if she could check my pants that I was wearing; that I thought I may have ripped them.. She got on her knees to examine the ass part of my pants with me in them, and than I did it. I let rip one of the proudest, loudest farts of my life… It actually blew my wife backwards off her feet… Now old Bud laughed as I thought this was pretty funny… My wife did not… It was a pretty solemn evening but I still look back at this as a thing of beauty.

NO Doody

Thursday, March 5th, 2009

Bowel Movement

Uncle Bud here.   Did I ever tell you the story of the little woman and myself moving to a new place?  We had just moved all our belongings and realized we had no food in the refrigerator, so we drove into town to get some groceries. We unloaded the cart into the trunk, I got into the driver seat, my wife into the passenger seat and as I started to drive away, a seedy looking woman tried to open my wife’s side of the door. The look of horror on my wife’s face was akin to stepping on a ripe turd with bare feet on hot summers night.. The woman was saying, “Please help me I am losing my Bowels!”.   What made the statement worse was the woman had her pants and her drawers around her ankles and was attempting to hop into the car. Oh yeah, please come in and take a dump on my Corinthian leather interior.  We drove away as the woman was hopping after our car, her ugly crusty naked body glistening in the sun.  Needless to say, our Meatloaf dinner was not well touched..

Merkin

Friday, February 20th, 2009

Merkin

Hey you guys out there! When your shopping for a nice Valentine’s day present for your honey, maybe thinking of getting her some new squirrel covers, think of this story.  Uncle Bud would not lie;

Many years ago when I was working for this software company, I had a VP who told me this story… He said that during the Victorian period, they had so many diseases like lice, they used to have to shave the woman’s pubic region.  To compensate for this task, they used to have wig hats for the crotch called Merkins…I think he had a license plate called Merkin… So next time you are snuggling up next to your honeys biscuit, think how lovely a blue Mohawk would look about the width of Hitler’s mustache..  It makes you wonder….

Over and out from your old friend Uncle Bud.