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Dead Pool Housekeeping

Welp, Drew458 is almost certainly going to be our next Dead Pool winner. They’ve switched off the ventilator on Bubbah Brown, or whatever Whitney Houston’s daughter’s name is. Though as far as I’m aware, she’s still breathing. Just not braining very much.

That’s handy, as I hadn’t mailed Drew458’s last dick (if he pulls it off, this will be his third win). Two dicks in one!

I’m kind of caught up with dicks, at last, except for a few people I couldn’t find addresses on. If you’ve sent them to me, please send again (though if you don’t want to claim your prize, I quite understand. I hate floating my bona fides on the internet).

They are:

■Rounds 57 and 60 go to Carl. That’s his second and third win, but if I have an address on him, I can’t find it.
■Round 63 was won by Scott the Badger with Casey Kasem.
■Round 64 was Hutch with Eli Wallach.
■Round 65 was the tragic victim of a math error (I skipped a number).
■Round 66 was platypuss and James Garner.
■Round 69 was homer and Thomas Duncan (ebola dude).
■Round 70 was armybrat with one of Weasel’s favorites, Thomas “Mumbles” Menino.

My older records are a little spotty, so if you won one and didn’t get your just reward, feel free to get in touch. I honor all dicks. Even elderly ones.

Oh, the skellingtons? I was looking for an image of a skeleton pushing a broom, when I ran across it. They’re sprayed gold, by the way. It’s some kind of weird sculpture installation a Devian Tart found in the back yard of a church in Munich.

Good weekend, all! In all probability, we’ll be gathering back here next week for Round 73! (But you never know. Good ol’ Zsa Zsa has been picked more times than Kim Kardashian’s thong).

Comments


Comment from Hutch
Time: February 6, 2015, 9:52 pm

I sent you my email (again) a few minutes ago. Let me know that you received it because I’m beginning to think I’m being blocked on your end.


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 6, 2015, 10:09 pm

if he pulls it off

Yeah, Drew458, we’re all tugging for you!


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 6, 2015, 10:52 pm

Got it, Hutch. There’s a dick in your future.


Comment from Nina
Time: February 7, 2015, 3:51 am

I want a dick badly, but not quite badly enough to lie about it. 🙂

Buh bye little Miss Brown, and what a waste.


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: February 7, 2015, 4:21 am

You should send the No. 65 Mystery Dick to our Dearly Bewildered President – O’Bugger. He deserves to be deeply & thoroughly dicked. After all, he’s also the victim of a tragic math error: the electorate. Twice.

BTW: I’m really looking forward to teasing my old friend Drew about being triple-dicked.


Comment from mojo
Time: February 7, 2015, 8:40 am

“Skelingtons? I don’t know nuffin’ about no skellingtons!”
— Hot Fuzz

It’s Sisyphus and the boys, out without their stone.


Comment from mojo
Time: February 7, 2015, 9:33 am

“…a Nietzsche reading group, outlawed by University College London Union on the grounds that it promoted fascism and racism.”

Can’t have that.


Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: February 7, 2015, 10:56 am

I don’t mind letting people here know where my burrow is:
SCOTT OLSON
E11616A Gall Road #6
Baraboo, WI
53913


Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: February 7, 2015, 11:13 am

I found some images here. http://www.hawkerspot.com/2012_12_01_archive.html


Comment from mojo
Time: February 7, 2015, 2:59 pm

StheB: Near the water tower?


Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: February 7, 2015, 8:23 pm

It looks more creepy in black and white but either way that would have scared the ever lovin’ crap out of me as a kid.


Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: February 8, 2015, 3:23 am

Mme. Weasel is the absolute ruler of this pool, but FWIW (nothing) I object. The woman was completely unknown until she started dying. She is known only as a relative of a celebrity – not even as the parasite publicity-hound or influence-peddling relative of a celebrity.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 8, 2015, 5:58 pm

I’d heard of her before they found her face down in a tub, Rich. There was a good deal of family drama when Whitney died, and even before.

I don’t keep up with such things on purpose, but I at least skim the Daily Mail every day, so a certain familiarity with celebretards is unavoidable.


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: February 8, 2015, 6:16 pm

Huh! Well I manage to avoid them well enough. I’m forever staring at the front page of the Mail without a clue regarding tattooed half-wit referred to by his or her first name.

When did this clebs thing start, anyway? Was it you lot over the other side of the pond wot dun it, or was it us?


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 8, 2015, 7:32 pm

It was probably our fault, us here in the good ol’ USA, with the Lindbergh baby kidnapping. Or maybe it was Jackson’s campaign in ’24. I don’t know.


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: February 8, 2015, 8:36 pm

Hmm… it could have been them continentals, come to think of it. The Spanish had that absurd Hola! decades ago and it was dragged over here in the ’80s.

Whoever started it, I wish them nothing good at all.


Comment from drew458
Time: February 9, 2015, 8:15 am

Talking about the rich, the royal, and popular sports and entertainment people goes way back. But what I’d like to know is, when did people start becoming famous and popular for being famous and popular? I think this is fairly recent. Maybe with Paris Hilton (back in the news now with new and improved boobs!) or is it older than that?


Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: February 9, 2015, 8:32 am

Mojo, next to the Golf Course.


Comment from Davem123
Time: February 9, 2015, 6:58 pm

Something is definitely wrong with that picture. With that many “Skellingtons” in one place, the ground should be littered with umbrella drink glasses, wine bottles and (since it’s in Munich) a large number of those cool German beer steins.

Either that or they really don’t know how to run a Dead Pool over there.


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: February 10, 2015, 2:43 am

Well, I did request a weasel drawing, specifically an aviator weasel to go with my son’s airplane decor, after winning two in a row with Kim Jong Il and Christopher Hitchens…but I think the request got buried in the comment threads. Also, this was back when the prize was actual dick, so…is the offer retroactive? And can it be a car-themed weasel now since he doesn’t have airplane decor anymore?


Comment from drew458
Time: February 10, 2015, 4:21 am

A high speed weasel with racing goggles and leather helmet on would work for either. I like it!


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: February 10, 2015, 11:42 am

Even more drama. The cops are eyeing Hubby Brown, and not in that “Lets go have a drink tonight” sort of way. Apparently, there are physical signs of foul play…..


Comment from drew458
Time: February 10, 2015, 3:07 pm

The dramms just keep coming. This latest one pegs my Yuck-O-Meter – Family pulls plug on Bobbi Kristina so she’ll die same day as her mother.

“The move is a symbolic way to keep the mother and daughter together for eternity, according to a Brown family source.”


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: February 16, 2015, 3:55 am

Louis Jourdan! Come on down!
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-31483113


Comment from Anonymous
Time: February 16, 2015, 10:38 am

drew458 @ February 9, 2015, 8:15 am
… when did people start becoming famous and popular for being famous and popular?

I think there were a few examples in ancient Rome. In the modern era, Beau Brummel might qualify, and that was 200 years ago. Probably Emperor Norton I would too, and that was 150 years ago.


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 27, 2015, 5:19 pm

Nobody had Leonard Nimoy?


Comment from drew458
Time: March 4, 2015, 3:29 pm

Well now, this explains everything.

Bobbi Kristina’s family filming reality show over her situation

Unimaginably callous.

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