sweasel.com

You’ve got to see the picture of rage boy smiling.

http://legacyeditorial.gettyimages.com/source/search/details_pop.aspx?iid=75032807&cdi=0

He should ask for a dental plan.

He looks like he’s being pleasured by a dromedary.

Ooooo, Dawn. The always flattering “up the nose” angle.

He even looks angry when he smiles…

It’s not rage, it’s a toothache.

A Rage Boy – Islamic – named Bhat
Has a wife who’s considered quite fhat
She once climbed up on top
Crushed his junk with a pop
And since then his face froze just like that.

I’m guessing Islamic Rage Boy’s nose injury came when he let his attention wander while digging for gold at a car swarm, and somebody jogged his elbow.

BTW: How do you get teeth like that without the benefit of British dental care?

booger haiku in 5, 4, 3, 2…

Islamic Rage Boy
Didn’t listen to mama
Boogers rot your teeth!

Hey! You! Infidel!
Is there something up my nose?
I can feel something…

Dave? I can feel it.
Would you like to hear a song?
Boogers, Boogers, give–

Islamic Rage Boy
Apples through a picket fence
Second-favrite fruit.

Darn.

jw & Weas beat me by ….a nose.

Islamic Rage Boy
Snooching with his mighty beak
I smell McDonalds!

Smell the useless rage
Plain as the nose on his face
Dang nosy Arabs

Dromedary snooch
Islamic Rage Boy’s fav’rite
Next to pork bottom.

Behold impotence!
Chin bush ugly distraction.
Women no likey!

Somebody just found this site searching for “weasel anus”. The internet frightens me…

Islamic Rage Boy
Flunked out of jihad training
Couldn’t blow his nose.

Wonder where you rank in google for “Weasel Anus”. I am too scared to look. So someone else research that, k?

I’m on it.

You should corner the market on ‘weasel sphincter’ too, since there’s no monopoly yet.

Dawn is quite correct
With a fuzzy face like that
Forever virgin.

Google ranked #2 for Weasel anus.

#3 for Weasel sphincter.

That’s something you can take heartfelt pride in, Stoat E.

We can only hope “dromedary snooch” is also an…untapped…Google opportunity.

Please, god, I hope snooch doesn’t mean what I think it does.

‘Fraid so.

You’ll be happy to know the phrase is still unknown to Google and Yahoo, so far as I can tell.

That’s good. Camel fetishists still have that little niche waiting if they should ever reach a computer terminal.

His beard makes me to gag. He should comb it or something. Even Sikhs have better-kept beards.

Yep. The only reason I used it is that I hope it would be offensive to Bhat, The Bellower. I don’t have much respect for a 31-year-old HS dropout whose sole claim to fame is that he goes around protesting like a brainless idiot while his family supports him.

I mean, what a dickhead.

…Y’know, Wabbit? You were right. That photo is an abuse of a perfectly good pancake. Two pancakes, actually.

But it’s funny!

Dawn doesn’t like it either, Mus’.

Oh! Mus’! I saw your shoe! Neat!

Oops. No – I saw Enas’ shoe! But it’s still neat.

(I was forced to imbibe alcohol earlier. Um, and now, too.)

(And later probably.)

Snooch? Okay, these folks:

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=snooch

are just making shit up. There are like 5 meanings of “snooch” on there. I’m running the Bullshit! flag up the flagstaff.

Well, hell.

I don’t know whether to shit or go blind.

Bullshit flag rising
Darkness or a dump?
What bait should I use?

Oooo! Bullshit flag! Okay, put your right hand over your left heart everybody and — salute!

Wea-SEL! That’s quite a beard enhancement. Have you learned nothing from the Reuters photo-shop of horrors?

What we need is a new term…

Weasel-gate
Weasel-shop
Photo-stoat
Photo-Baht (my favorite)
Beard-gate

I’m outta here in about an hour. Back Sunday. Fambly reunion. Or – as I like to call it – a re-onion. If that troll comes back, remember, I saw him first.

Hey, me too. Fambly reunion, I mean. I’m leaving Sunday, though (whew! For a moment there, I wondered if we were related).

Enjoy your trip.

Too bad the troll didn’t take the bait (5-5-5). I even had a name made up for him: Weinerlieutenant Sphincter of the Snooch Gestapo.

“Sphincter – at your service!”

(I posted this comment earlier – but it went away.)

McGoo. Think happy thoughts. You are going to be spending days with relatives. The last thing you need is unrequited troll baiting with only your fambly to release it on.

Have a nice trip. It’s okay to call 2nd cousins ‘Sparky’, ‘Bunny’ or ‘Champ’ if they claim to have known you intimately in youth, and you can’t remember their name.

That man and his nostrils showed up in my dreams last night. Doesn’t that figure? I watch a movie with Jude Law in it, and Rage Boy’s schnozz is what headlines in dreamland.

Huh. Spam filter ate it, McGoo. Spam filter has a bit of a thing for you.

I deleted it rather than kick it loose this time, since you’d repeated…

Well, you know what they say about a man with a big nose…..

“Big nostrils.”

…or maybe it was “must be a camel in the woodpile.” I forget which.

jw- The path of horrifying dromedary musings is rife…

I was trying to figure out how a camel in the wood pile would result in an enlarged schnozz, but now I’m trying like crazy not to.
………………

k, one thing lead to another, and I found this; a nose vibe.

http://japundit.com/archives/2005/01/22/17/

Ugly, bearded, mad
no way to go through life son
my advice get drunk

I love the personal ads on rabbit’s link to the nose tool.

i try to talk to you in English and do my best!! PLEASE send me a email.
friendly,kind,fashion
Ⅰ love susi & samurai

It’s My Nose’s Birthday

Islamic Rage Boy
Due to his big camel-nose
Gets no camel-toes

Well.. It’s My Nose’s Birthday worked when I posted it. Guess I’ve exceeded my limited HTML knowledge.

I always loved that old man. Well, he had a song named It’s My Nose’s Birthday . I didn’t find the lyrics, but I did find the (failed) audio link.

It’s my nose’s birthday, not mine.
And I’m proud to say the Schnozz is doin’ fine.
My nose was born upon this day in 1893
Exactly two weeks later, the stork delivered me….

It sounds better when Jimmy sings it.

“Good night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.”

It worked for me. I was…astounded into silence.

Mrs. Calabash was his ex, by the way.

OMG! That was me who typed in the weasel anus.
Okay, so I know it sounds CRAZY, but basically I made this really bad joke around a bunch of snotty vegans that artificial Raspberry Flavoring comes from weasel anus, like, they just slice it off… Whatever, anyway I just Googled it too see if maybe there was any truth in it, but apparently I just frightened a bunch of people. Oops.

That’s curiously satisfying to know, s-dog. I often find myself wanting to chat with people based on their Google searches.

Or, you know, run away screaming. Whichever.