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Ta, le pew: some days this is just too easy

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Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: April 18, 2008, 9:26 am

That’s strange… didn’t get a whiff of it at Badger House.

Must be the distinctive aroma of damp mustelid that’s keeping it at bay.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 18, 2008, 9:49 am

From one of the articles: “Sulphur and manure”.

Sounds suspiciously like egg-fart & outhouse.

That would be Euro-fart and Fwench outhouse.

Boo…

 


Comment from Moron Pundit
Time: April 18, 2008, 10:00 am

That’s what they get for building a stench-tunnel to France. I say they build a wall of giant fans on the channel coast to protect the quality of their air.

 


Comment from eddiebear
Time: April 18, 2008, 11:26 am

Somehow, I get the feeling unshave armpits will be attacking next week.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 18, 2008, 11:31 am

My junior year in highschool, a fwenchie was enrolled. She wound up in my art class and phys. ed. class. Her aroma overshadowed her talent, which was too bad, as she was quite talented.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: April 18, 2008, 11:36 am

I just assumed the drains were backed up again.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 18, 2008, 12:13 pm

Ahhh…just read the first article. Germans. Explains a lot. They are very anal/efficient about their poopies and apparently other critters. Heh. Derstank.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: April 18, 2008, 1:53 pm

How could you not smell anything B? According to that diagram you’ve got one of those giant stench arrows on or near your gaff. Don’t badgers have a good sense of smell? Maybe it’s all that eating out of buckets held by people with wellies on.
In any case, you should be able to see them waving around in the sky.
Wow, look how small Luxembourg is. Makes you think. Things like I’m glad I don’t live in Luxembourg.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 18, 2008, 2:15 pm

Oh, man. Luxembourg! Don’t get me fucking started!

I wasn’t exactly champ material at geography; I admit it. But early in my computer graphics career, I was tasked with drawing a map of Luxembourg. Or, as I like to call it, cunting Luxembourg.

This was 1985 or thereabouts. The Web was just a tickle in Tim Berners-Lee’s pants. You know how you find cunting Luxembourg in the days before Google? That’s right; you stared at a FUCKING MAP until you spotted the little bastard.

Stupid piece of shit country.

 


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: April 18, 2008, 2:19 pm

At least it wasn’t Liechtenstein. All I know about where it is, is that it’s near Austria and Switzerland or something.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: April 18, 2008, 2:32 pm

I’d forgotten about Liechtenstein. That’s about the size of Washington DC apparently. Not as small as Vatican City though, which, unless I’m mistaken is the smallest country in the world.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 18, 2008, 3:19 pm

I’d like to live in the Duchy of Grand Fenwick. Bet it don’t smell like euro-stench there!

And … they have the Bomb.

 


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: April 18, 2008, 3:46 pm

Mr. McGoo: Did they set us up the Bomb?

The longer fact thing from my British daily calendar yesterday was quotes on languages.

Charles V (150-58):
I speak Spanish to God; Italian to women; French to men; and German to my horse.

Traditional Persian saying:
The Serpent spoke Arabic; Adam and Eve spoke Persian; The Angel Gabriel spoke Turkish.

Traditional aphorism:
Speak Italian to women;
Speak French to servants;
Speak English to the birds;
Speak German to dogs;
Speak Spanish to God.

Samuel Johnson:
Languages are the pedigree of nations.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 18, 2008, 3:54 pm

You have no chance to survive – make your time!

I’ve been playing the “Asshole” video repeatedly this afternoon, to remind me of my chosen avocation. And because it cheers me up.

 


Comment from iamfelix
Time: April 18, 2008, 3:55 pm

Ascent of Love — Chuck Jones

Speak Pepe LePew French to cats.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 18, 2008, 8:09 pm

Not much call for a fluent Gibberish speaker these days. Rats.

 


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: April 18, 2008, 9:13 pm

Oh, I just noticed if my cursor is on the weasel in the header, it runs! So cool! I feel like an idiot I didn’t notice before.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 18, 2008, 9:13 pm

Those stench-vectors really look forbidding – like some 1940’s Nazi Peril map or sumpin.

Holy sheep shit! You’re right, Musli! I didn’t know that either.

M’Lady has snuck one by us, dood. My gast is flabbered – like, totally.

 


Comment from Kowboy
Time: April 18, 2008, 9:32 pm

I worked for a German company for 4 years. We dreaded it when they would send techs to our plant. They always smelled like their last bath was the turn of the century.

 


Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: April 18, 2008, 9:33 pm

Awww, that’s adorable! It doesn’t work in IE7 though. I had to fire up firefox to see it. Bravo Stoaty! Well done!

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 18, 2008, 9:48 pm

Kowboy – ya think its perhaps that German sauerbraten?

I spent 2 weeks in France long ago, and noticed on the buses and subways in Paris that there was a certain ‘air’ about folks. Made me feel oddly overdressed – me and my deodorant and recent bath. I actually considered not bathing – for about 18 hours.

Musli – what do you know about the word “flabbergasted”? Omit nothing!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 18, 2008, 11:03 pm

Awwww…you guys! Expectations entirely exceeded.

Musli, you win! You found the easter egg within five hours of posting.

I did that today for a fun friday thing-to-do-other-than-my-job. I considered replacing all the sidebar graphics with animated easter eggs, but experiment revealed you have to CLICK before a Flash graphic will show itself, even if “mouseover” is all you require.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 18, 2008, 11:08 pm

That is a really good running stoat effect, Weaz! Bravo.

 


Comment from LemurKing
Time: April 19, 2008, 12:39 am

Der gestank? Crikey. Nothing quite like smelling someone else’s unmentionables. Gack.

Vatican City and Liechtenstein… smallest country? I mean how do they stack up against the People’s Republic of San Francisco? (yes, I’m too lazy to look it up in the CIA World Factbook, plus it was a chance to slam PRSF)

And yes, the running critter is absolutely terrific. How many unique frames are required, or is asking something like asking a woman her age? Seems a bit hit and miss, sometimes it works fine on my FireFox, others not. That’s got to be a Winders/FireFox issue tho.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: April 19, 2008, 3:34 am

Yes, but is it running? Or is it, in fact, dancing? I mean who’s to say? Which one of you has actually seen a weasel dance?
I might change my ‘nickname’ from Gibby Haynes to Stench Vector. Or maybe Meat Fucker.
Does the PRSF actually exist anywhere outside of a bunch of Moonbat’s broken minds? If not, it doesn’t count.

 


Comment from Old Iron
Time: April 19, 2008, 3:45 am

A side note: I have a Serbian friend that is currently going to a university in Paris, and she constantly updates me on the number of people that she has seen that day shitting in the street.

SHITTING.

IN THE STREET.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 19, 2008, 7:01 am

I’ve seen a weasel dance, Gibby. More than once. In fact, I have video of it around here somewhere. It’s what weasels do to mystify prey (that, or it has to do with the worms up their noses; nobody’s quite sure). The dance is a lot loonier. In fact, a weasel running is really a bit bouncier than presented here.

I think it’s seven frames, LK.

Shitting on the street in *Paris*? Geez. Somebody told me they shit on the beaches in South Africa, but Paris? Of course, there’s precedent. The Palace of Versaille was designed without any sort of toilet arrangement (because toilets were vulgar, see?), so courtiers pissed wherever. Largely in the Hall of Mirrors, I read.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 19, 2008, 7:12 am

Gibby – the nickname Stench Vector does have a certain ring to it. Kinda like Clutch Cargo, or Rocket J Squirrel, or Speed Racer.

Meat Fucker – not so much.

LK – I think you have to click once i.e. be in “read comments” mode for the weasel to run. It won’t run right off the bat when you get to the Weasel site.

 


Comment from EW1(SG)
Time: April 19, 2008, 8:08 am

Since I mostly use a Flash crippled browser, all I noticed at first was the weasel at the top of the page disappeared when I went to a comments page: and reappears when I go to the main page.

Guess I’ll have to break out a different browser to see the animated weasel. 🙁

Wonder if lynx would work…

/Yes, I know its the innernut age.

 


Comment from LemurKing
Time: April 19, 2008, 10:20 pm

Hershey’s Squirts right in the damned street? Is that with or without paper?

Ah, I see, to be protected against the vulgarity of a commode, one would be treated to people wantonly taking a “Mr. Grumpy” in the middle of the roads. Makes a great deal of sense, actually.

Gibby, if the PRSF only exists in a moonbat’s mind and I was in there, does that make me a figment of a moonbat’s fevered wet-dreams? Or if I am real, am I eternally marked with the Number of the Freaks? I think the number is something other than 666 because it was already taken. Stench Vector is a good moniker, but don’t attach any vector diagrams please, as IQ’s shot up enough yesterday on McGoo’s site. Mine might actually have gone as high as 103. Bad bad bad.

 

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