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The Legend of Scrotum Rock

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Traineraz (Traineraz)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Traineraz

Post Number: 937
Registered: 5-2002
Posted on Tuesday, July 15, 2003 - 11:12 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Now I don't even want to KNOW the true tale of Fraggle Rock.
He who would sacrifice liberty for security deserves neither.

-- Thus Spake Zoboomafoo
Mighty Fine Young Man (Lediablevert)
le Vicomte
Username: Lediablevert

Post Number: 72
Registered: 6-2003


Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 9:38 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post


quote:

Gives a new meaning to "getting a piece of the rock".....maybe Prudential could use it in their adv.




And now, the shocking, striking similarity between the rocks....





I believe that the truth of the matter is, this man
was working for prudential, and this rock is
their true corporate logo. This is all part of a bizarre
ritualistic company ceremony in which all executives
must take part in once a year to show true devotion
to the corporation, so to speak. They call it
"fucking the prudent scrotum rock".
>-I AM TROLLING FOR WALLEYE*>
Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician

Post Number: 620
Registered: 5-2001
Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 9:15 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

In days of old
when nights were cold
before woman was invented
man slapped his cock
upon a rock
and then he was contented
- I-Roy
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 2086
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 6:39 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Tantalizing tale.
Hi, what're ya havin'?
Jay & The Imp (Thegreenimp)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Thegreenimp

Post Number: 344
Registered: 7-2001


Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 5:58 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Gives a new meaning to "getting a piece of the rock".....maybe Prudential could use it in their adv.
I've wrestled with reality for 35 years, and I'm happy to state I've finally won out over it........Elwood. P. Dowd
Mssr. Kallisti (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3666
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 5:51 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Young Kurt (the part-time summer Munky boy) couldn't believe the torment the Munky Bros. put this guy through.

Big Munky exclaimed HE FUCKED THE WRONG ROCK!!!
GO LIVE !!!
Mssr. Kallisti (Head_prosthesis)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3665
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 5:47 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Fresh photos from Scrotum Rock
as it is today...

The door to the temple
Down to Scrotum Rock

What's this?
Duct Tape Crack Pipe???

The Sacred Scrotal Sepulcher

SCROTUM ROCK
Soiled as a Rock

No Exit
Insert Here
GO LIVE !!!
Mighty Fine Young Man (Lediablevert)
le Vicomte
Username: Lediablevert

Post Number: 70
Registered: 6-2003


Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 4:18 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I've got to get in on this Munky Boys gang.
>-I AM TROLLING FOR WALLEYE*>
Crosby (Crosby)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Crosby

Post Number: 637
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 4:00 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Thanks, now we know.
C'est ma santé
Marc Chevalier (Chevalier)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Chevalier

Post Number: 1341
Registered: 11-2001


Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 8:11 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Thankee, Uncle Remus!
Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician

Post Number: 618
Registered: 5-2001
Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 7:28 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Rock me, baby, rock me all night long.
Mssr. Kallisti (Head_prosthesis)
Paysan
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3661
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Thursday, July 10, 2003 - 12:13 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Gather round kids, Ol' Heady Heads gonna weave the yarn of Old Scrotum Rock. Come up front here Georgie you're gonna love this one.

Down in a place near the bay there's a secret garden called "Scrotum Rock". It got it's name for a disturbingly peculiar incident that transpired inside it's bushy perimeter.

On the other side of the fence, behind the old shop I work at, there's a big plot of land and an expanding homeless encampment buried within the brambling vegitation. Large sprawling complexes where pooh and pee spill into the earth from wells of human despair. All amidst the backdrop of a beautiful vista that looks right onto San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge. Who says you need to spend 800 Grand on a room with a view? On the other side of the storage containers parked out back, along the cyclone fence and razor wire, is a driveway surrounded by pampas grass and wild anis. The drive has since been blocked off and accessable only to bicyclists and the pedestrains who wander through.

The drive had been host to several lunch hour affairs and cracky snacks. Asses pressed firmly against rear windows and bumpers that were launching pads for meat missles targeting esophogial bunkers. Inside the vegetation near the fence sits the "Scrotum Rock".

One day the Munky Bros found a daring young man and with his pants 'round his knees.

Young Munky went to investigate the guys activities after he left the scene. Young Munky noticed the fella's whack mags, so he brought them back to the shop and drew mustaches on all the faces of all the nekked folks in it, he took another and tore off the cover and put it on a SUNSET magazine from the 70's. Then he placed them back under the small piece of carpet the guy was using to worship his willy at. "Was he some kind of religious sort" they wondered.

Another time the Munky Bros. found the guy (working out the bubbles in his laminate) and he was hovering over a cone shaped stone that was on the ground. The one in the photo. His scrotum sliding back and forth over it and he was lowering his anus onto the peak of it. Big Munky took the old fork lift and drove it around out back for a bit. This didn't phase the guy one bit. So he drove over to the opening of one of the storage containers and started slamming the forks against the ceiling making an incredible horrendous noise. This scared him enough to make him take off running with his trouser shackles around his ankles.

The Munky boys were giggling uncontrolably.

The last thing they did was spray some kind of chemical all over the rock and everything laying there. This chemical when it gets in your mouth leaves a bitter taste that WILL NOT go away for weeks. The freak disappeared after that, never to be seen again.

They showed me the photo they had taken of Scrotum Rock and the carpet. The butt plug (seen in my photo) is still there today.

That's Mister Dead Possum pointing the way to Scrotum Rock.


Shoooee Muskeee


GO LIVE !!!

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