So C-90 over at The Conspiracy suggested in the depths of depravity, fear, and loathing that I hook my cock flute up to a can of compressed air.
Having both a cock flute, a can of compressed air, and a microphone, and being a depraved sum’bitch m’self this is the end result:
CockCan
Yep
Podcast: Play in new window | Download
This is exactly what the internet was made for.
Words don’t express the look on my face and smile as I sit here laughing hysterically (About ready to get the whole family in to listen). Knowing that you are from the Northwest at on point in your life I now understand the bumper stickers around town that say “Keep Portland Weerd”….
Wrong Portland, Buddha! I’m from the Portland that’s famous for Lobsters and Allen’s Coffee Brandy….tho I hear you frequently see Church parking lots filled with Log Skidders in Oregon too….
So not showing my brother the picture of said Cock Flute, I told him that it was done by making a bowl out the skin of an uncircumcised penis, I am waiting for the screams of frozen pain coming from his bedroom as he tries to recreate it, that fluid cant feel to warm….
We have Coffee Brothers and dungenous crab and the greenies have killed the log trucks over some spotted owl that they assume is to stupid to find another place to live
Well Weer’d, that’s a first for me… I’ve been in the bowels of the internets and have never heard of, let alone “seen” a cock-flute. Please allow me to raise my beer and toast you for giving me an edumacation 😉
I was reading the post thinking, cock flute must be something cultural or some nick name for a mundane thing… like cock sauce for Sriracha…. surely it couldnt be a flute in the shape of a …. cock. Then i clicked on the link to the picture. You shouldve seen my wife jump when i loudly burst into a full out wheezing laugh…well done sir!
I thought a cock flute was supposed to be sucked.
I should set that wave as my ring tone.
I unofficially award you the Redneck Award of Tennessee which doesn’t really exist so much as it is a birthright. The award is for, as Jeff Foxworthy called it, “A gracefull lack of sophistication”. You have my deepest appreciateion , Sir.
Disavowed With Honor
I’ve been serenaded with that instrument. In person. It’s *FAR* more terrifying that way…
I am quietly snerking in my chair as I suppress full-on out-loud laughter in the office. Play it again, Sam!