The Day My Butt Went Psycho
And its sequel...
Zombie Butts From Uranus
A heart-stopping, nostril-burning sequel to the international bestseller The Day My Butt Went Psycho! Find out what happens when butts attack . . . from outer space!
In the deepest, darkest corner of the solar system lies an enemy more terrifying than the people of Earth could imagine. Vicious warriors who will let nothing stand in the way of their crusade for galactic domination. They're cunning. They're ruthless. They're zombie butts from Uranus!
Earth has only one hope for salvation. Zack, a twelve-year-old who wants nothing more than to wash his hands of the whole butt-fighting business. But Zack cannot shirk his duty--and he cannot escape his destiny. Joined by an assortment of butt-fighters, and his own brave butt, Zack will do what he must to rid the earth of these stinky space invaders.--
These are novels.
A number of animals have corkscrew penises, it makes them easier to store when not in use
...but how...but...I don't...but...
...
...'kay, I'm going to take that on trust, and just not try to visualise it.
I
do
remember about the unfortunate Banana Slug, though.
It's not really that intriguing if you've spent any time with an elementary school age boy, you'll soon learn that every bit of their humor is based on things produced by the body.
Hmm. I guess that this doesn't crop up quite as often if you're their teacher. Although my wee Mohamed, last year (who was very cute, and had big anger-management issues, and is wanted to be a fashion designer or an assassin when he grows up, and who knew all the lyrics to all but 3 of Britney Spears' songs) used to enjoy telling me that he had a whale (or, on other occasions, a mouse, or a monkey, or an elephant) in his pants. I'm fairly sure that this stemmed from us reading a story about a letter to Greenpeace in which there was a whale in a little girl's pond, but either way I wasn't going to touch this particular conversational gambit with a barge pole.
Zombie Butts From Uranus
Heh. Heh heh heh. You said "Uranus."
t /Butthead
Yes. I am 12.
Heh. Heh heh heh. You said "Uranus."
I love the
Futurama
thing where Fry makes a Uranus joke, and everyone looks at him confused. Then Farnsworth explains that astronomers had gotten tired of all the Uranus jokes centuries before, and had changed the name of the planet to Urectum.
Eek. Dave just called and wanted to know if he could come down here because his meeting was cancelled. I really want to see him, but I have been wallowing today and my apartment is a mess. This is one of those times I am grateful we live 45 minutes apart.
Heh. Heh heh heh. You said "Uranus."
Dude, you are
so
their target audience.
On the one hand, you want to stand up and cheer that the kid is actually deeply absorbed in and enthralled by a book -- but, on the other, it's disheartening to have the kid reject things like
The Magic Castle
and
Half Magic
after one chapter and refuse to even crack the cover of
Prince Caspian
in favor of the 50,000,000th reading of
Uranus.
As per example:
As he ran, Zack cursed his luck. All he wanted was a butt that would settle down and just be a butt. A butt that wouldn't embarrass him in public at every possible opportunity. A butt that wouldn't make rude comments whenever he tried to talk to girls. At the very least, he'd settle for a butt that didn't jump off his body and gas cats in the middle of the night.
Rabelais it ain't.
I love the Futurama thing
Say, that reminds me... Tep, as long as you're here -- Zoidberg is MINE. Ta ever so!
Zoidberg is MINE. Ta ever so!
Suck it, Zahas Smay BITCH!
Not. Going. To. Ask.
See, now I hear my older brother saying "Hey, I do my part!"
...but how...but...I don't...but...
Check out a telephone cord, compare the amount of space it takes up when all coiled up to how far it can stretch when called upon. Same principle. (Hee. I'm introducing Fay to phone sex!)
