his new entry of Pacione’s is dedicated to Ben. Nicky must have been flipping through his little black book again, and realized he hasn’t hassled Ben in some time.
I guess his common sense is pissed away to realize what he’s doing is getting old even for his age.
That applies to Peaches far more than it does Ben. Nicky’s projecting again.
What has the cocksucker done that is productive to the community except taking a shit in the pecan logs.
Ben doesn’t work at Stuckey’s, yet Nicky keeps yammering on about taking shits in pecan logs. Note to Peaches: Ben actually has a job; you don’t.
So, Nicky thinks taking a shit on candy bars is productive? I suppose it’s about as “productive” as what Peaches does, and probably pays about the same.
That would take some talent to shit IN pecan logs.
Although, I do think I might have shit A pecan log or two. At least, it felt that way.
Wait, what were we talking about, again?
I’m sure Nickypoo’s entry was inspired by Ben saying he was going to be in Nicky’s area, and was tempted to bring him a care package. I vaguely recall something about toiletries and hair metal CDs being among the contents.
Jerrod, you have forever ruined my childhood memories of all the Stuckey’s we’d stop at on those lovely 6 week trapped in a car with your lunatic family, vacations.
Thanks, now I can stop paying my therapist ;p
I liked Stuckey’s pecan pralines as a kid. Gooey purple mess
This whole post is made of “Eww”. 😀
Nicky is full of purple piss prose.
“That would take some talent to shit IN pecan logs.”
Nah, just poke holes in them, then use a knitting needle or a q-tip or something to work the shit into the holes.
Or alternatively, build a toilet out of pecan logs…
My only connection to Stuckey’s is that I have their official site linked on my LiveJournal profile for no real reason. The nearest location is about 100 miles north of where I live, on the outskirts of Terre Haute.
Oh, can’t forget this ridiculous statement:
I supposed the St. Charles, Illinois, cocksucker is trying to send me a hair metal cd collection when the asshole I think is the one who listens to hair metal.
Yeah, Nicky, I sure do listen to it! What about it?
I like hair metal :/ all those silly wigs
I am never eating a pecan log! 😛 LOL
Um, Louise. I’m wary of anything with the word “log” in it. =)
Seriously.
Even a chocolate log.
And with one disgusting outburst, my confectionaries are safe once again from other people’s thieving fingers. That’s the upside to being shamelessly foul, of course…
I’ve actually never had a pecan log. And I’d say the worst experience I’ve had with chocolate candy is when I was a kid, we stopped at a convenience store in the middle of nowhere. My folks bought me a Babe Ruth candy bar. When we were on the road again, I bit into it and all these white bugs came out. And of course, my folks were cool about it. “Just throw it away. We’ll get you another the next time we stop.”
That shit doesn’t just happen in the movies.
Eeeeewww, Jerrod. The worst food thing that ever happened to me was opening a can of vegetable soup and finding a huge water bug floating in the top of it.
I still can’t figure out the physics and dynamics of the maggots-in-a-can scene in Ghost Ship.
I haven’t seen Ghost Ship. However, it is not possible to have maggots-in-a-can unless some part of the can was punctured or it has rusted enough to let the flies in.
Imagination – logic = shit.
Plus the ship was out to sea for 30 years. That would make maggot harvesting difficult, I’d imagine.
I was asked once why it became harder to come up with good ideas as one got older.
It isn’t that we lack imagination or inspiration, it’s that experience and knowledge discard the ideas faster.
Hollywood, however, does not appear to suffer from the thoes of cruel logic. If the image has an effect, they use it and never pause to think.
You all always make fun of NP for all his gay references, but it’s his obsession with scat that really makes me think he’s unhinged.
You’re right, Kim. His anal-genital fixation is really creepy. I don’t even want to know how that came about.
On Ghost Ship, I always thought it was just the ghosts screwing with people’s heads, and the food was actually okay. In some of those ghost movies, you never really know what’s real and what’s hallucination.
LOL! Rich, touche on the log thing. 😀 Good advice, and you all are going to help me cut down on my chocolate intake, I think.
Good point on Ghost Ship. I don’t recall if it was the ghosts or “real” maggots–or if it was ever discovered which.
I thought it was his obsession with imagining me snorting my deceased brother’s ashes that made you think that. But, there are many things that make me quite sure he’s unhinged. Snorting ashes and scat are only two of them.
Yes, I may well have blocked that out as too far beyond the pale, even for him.
Not to get all technical, but I believe studies have shown that human feelings about human waste and human corpses are related. Not identical, but related – they both involve revulsion and shame, at the same time as they’re surrounded with certain rituals and boundaries to render them harmless and let the individual dispose of them w/o feeling guilty or tainted. So I would think if an individual were so fixated on them both, then he’s got serious issues. But as you say, we have ample evidence to think that.
‘Slapping the log’ is a euphemism he uses, isn’t it?
I prefer bashing the bishop myself.
Oops that did not come out right.
I like the phrase better. Now I will never think of Stuckeys the same again.
Here’s a slew of euphemisms. My favorite from this list is choking the sheriff and waiting for the posse to come.
http://www.dribbleglass.com/subpages/euphemisms.htm
http://www.starma.com/penis/pinky/pinky.html
female ones XD