Fartin' In The Shower.

I love to fart (which may make this my most sophisticated post ever). Anywhere, really: sitting on the couch, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, eating dinner, driving to work, at work, at a bar, at a book store, at church (sorry, God)....really just about anywhere. But my favorite place to fart is the shower. For some uncanny reason that's usually where they are the loudest (perhaps acoustics play a role).

Anyway, suffice it to say today I farted in the shower. However, it was like no other that preceded it. As water ran down my back and the crack of my booty, some of the devil's wind escaped. But from behind the flowing water it made a sort of bubbling sound that I've never heard before. I instantly start laughing. Until....

I can't quite explain the smell. Sort of a hot garbage and rotting carrion, perhaps. I can say it was horrific. You know usually I can handle my own flavor, but this was almost unbearable. I thought I might have to crawl out of the room on all fours, the way you would to avoid smoke inhalation during a fire.

When I returned to consciousness, I tried reconstruct what had happened. I remembered the smell of pure evil. Then I remembered the bubbly fart that had preceded, and I started laughing again.

So the lesson learned is that no matter the price you pay for farting, the laughter makes it all worth it.

.....Oh yeah and don't try to make your own huevos rancheros.

Politically Defect

Nowadays, you have to be careful about every little thing you say.

The other day, I went to Long John Silvers. When I got to the window, there was an African-American lady who took my money. She asked if I wanted condiments, and I replied, "Yeah! Vineger." At which point, I thought to myself, "I really hope she heard the 'vi'". Otherwise, she probabaly thinks I'm filled with hate and very enthusiastic about it.

Who Wouldn't Know The Answer?

I was never a boy scout, but that doesn't mean I don't like being prepared. For example, I hope the following conversation will someday present itself, because I am ready.

Someone: Do you know where I can get a six pound can of hominy?
Me: Why yes! As a matter of fact, I do.

If I Ruled the World

The other day I saw a vanity plate on the back of a Hummer that read "HMR GUY". I guess the fact that he's driving a Hummer isn't conspicuous enough.

Then and there I decided that, if I ruled the world, vanity plates would be banished. However that doesn't seem fair, so I changed my mind. Everyone has to get vanity plates, but you don't get to choose your own. Instead, those who know you best will choose what your plate says.

I'd like to think Hummer guy's would read "BIGDUSH"

(That's "big douche" if you didn't get it)

Random Shower Thought # 8

Do homeless people have to budget their panhandling earnings for markers?

Tuned In To The Pulse Of America.

Local news departments across the country are always fighting for better ratings. I have an idea. Obviously, alot of people watch Law and Order, CSI, and other similar shows. When they promote a new episode, many times they say "ripped from the headlines".

What better way to promote the news? It actually is ripped from the headlines.

Tonight, on News at 6, an all new episode ripped from the
headlines.

Genius.

Crappy Holidays. (aka. Games I Like to Play #4)

Sorry that the Devil's Wind has been somewhat silent (and by no means deadly) as of late, but I assure you I've been doing some thinking and there will be new posts a-coming.

And now on to this one....

I spent the weekend in Tennessee with my family. It was awesome. I won't go into boring details of what we did, but I will tell you about this.

As with most men, my father and I think the act of going number two is funny, and a fun little game we like to play is coming up with new ways to say that this is about to occur. So I'm going to share some of the best I've heard over the years.

Taking the Browns to the Super Bowl

Talk to a man about a horse

Drop the kids off at the pool

Expunge the Files

Pinch a loaf

Drop some wolf bait

Take a growler

Growl one out

Grunt one out

Coming down with a case of the grunts

I'm poking cotton

I'm prarie dogging

I'm turtle heading

Making some stink mud

Make a sequel to Hope Floats

Building a log cabin

Back the bus out of the garage

Code two

Go phone Elvis

and my dad's personal favorite....

Go to the library.

Feel free to share your own in comments.

Where Do You Keep The Chanukah Flea Collars?

I'm not familiar with the traditions of Kwanzaa, but this seems odd.

If anything I'd think you'd need ant and roach spray for Christmas. After all, you have children setting out cookies.

I'd like to thank Jeff H. and Mike O. for contributing the picture.

Soup-er Idea.

Today I enjoyed some delicious Broccoli and Cheese soup in a bread bowl. I like the bread bowl, because after it's all said and done, there's nothing left over. It's almost like I'm doing my part for the environment. But what to do about the spoon? It's the sole piece of evidence of your meal. What to do? What to do?

Cracker Spoon.

Eat your soup. Eat your bowl. Eat your spoon. Save the Earth.

Not So Fair(er) Sex.

In the movies, sometimes a man and woman are lying in bed together, then the woman wakes up to ask what the man is doing. The man says, "I was just watcing you sleep." Then, all the women watching say that's so romantic.

However, if you break into a woman's house, pull a chair into her bedroom, and watch her sleep, while making a completely unrelated list of ways to murder someone in their sleep; suddenly, it's time for restraining orders and pressed charges.

Stationery Position

The other day I walked into work to see this box sitting in the loading dock.
I had no idea that Bic makes a "graphic" pen. But I'll make my assumptions based on other products describe as "graphic". So this is what I'm imagining they look like.
Perhaps a bit inappropriate for the work place, but I must admit, I've been checking the supplies cabinet everyday since then in anticipation.


Side note: The Devil's Wind does not encourage theft of office supplies. Unless they feature a naked woman.

Rangom Shower Thought #7

Even if you call them unmentionables, haven't you still mentioned them? So obviously they aren't unmentionable.

Maturity and Philanthropy

Yesterday was my birthday. While sitting with friends enjoying a delicious, ice cold Coors Light, I decided that at age 28, I decided that it's time to be a bit more mature and perhaps contribute to society. And what you may ask did I come up with?

I'm bringing back "the year of our Lord". It sounds old timey, IE. mature. And I think it'll class up life for everyone involved. Don't worry non-Christians, you can say "the year of your Lord." Even if you don't believe in him, you do have to concede that he's the basis for our calendar structure.

So to make it official, I declare that on this the twenty second day of the month of October in the year of our Lord twenty aught seven, I declare the return "the year of our Lord".

I'm also bringing back "aught".

Random Shower Thought #6

Are Italians offended by the Whopper?

Gundy for Coors

Some friends at work and I made a Coors Light commercial
with Oklahoma State Football Coach Mike Gundy....enjoy.

Boob Tube

I bought a new tv. It's a 40 inch flat panel made by Polaroid. It's pretty awesome, except when I turn it on I have to shake it and blow on it.

Now that I have this portal to the world of broadcast, I got Direct TV. I haven't had cable for almost 4 years, and thought that I should have more than 3 channels (5 on a clear day). Now, I find myself mesmerized by the fact that I have over 200 channels and apparently feel the need to try to watch all of them.

Cinemax is one of them. I don't nessecarily watch Cinemax, as much as I just flip it over on occasion to see if I can catch a glance of boobies (I also seem to lose maturity when it comes to this subject). Here's the deal, boobs are like one of my Top 10 favorite things to look at....Top 5....Top 3.....Hell, they ARE the Top 2.

And ladies, I'm gonna let you know, the size doesn't matter. It's really more proximity. A small pair that's close to me beats a large pair far away every time.

That's Nutty.

I was looking at a can of delicious Planter's peanuts and something hit me. Mr. Peanut is not the lovable legume icon we've been led to believe.

Think about it. He's a peanut, but what does he do for a living. He endorses a company that sells peanuts for consumption. He's turned his back on his own kind just to make a quick buck. I know that top hat and monocle are supposed to make me think he's sophisticated, but they are a poor disguise. I see your true self Mr. Peanut.

But he's not alone....

Mr. Frostee....Selling your ice cream brethren. To children no less....for shame.
Mayor McCheese....I know hamburgers are tasty. I don't need you selling out your own people to get me to want one. I'm even more disgusted that the voting public keeps re-electing you, despite your treachery.

Kool-Aid Man.... You're actually a punch bowl with Kool-Aid in it. So technically you're not selling out your kind. However, you are very adamant about getting folks to drink your blood, which is just creepy. OH NOOOO! Then there's the Famous Dave's pig. Wow! Will you stop at nothing to get a spot in the lime light? I mean the other guy's just turned their backs. But your lust for fame has turned you evil. Not only are you cooking other pigs for the public, but it appears as though you may also be looking to enjoy some of those ribs. Cannibalism does not suit you pig....I just doesn't suit you.

Having said all this I would now like to proudly anounce that I have become the newest spokesperson for Nerds candy.


Sorry Brothers......

You Da' Christ!!!

Some Jehova's Witnesses left this pamphlet on my doorstep.

Now, I don't get into the "what did Jesus look like" debate. I've heard people go on as to whether he was black, white, or any other color of the rainbow. My thinking is this...Who cares? Shouldn't his teachings be the most important thing, not what he looked like? Having said this I can guarantee that he did not look like this.....

I don't know when styling gel and beard trimmers were invented, but I'm pretty sure it was after 33 A.D.

That'd Be the Sh**!

A couple weeks ago, I saw on the news that a doctor had his basement painted to look exactly like "the Horseshoe" of Ohio State. A mural painter spent months to make sure ever painstaking detail was in there.

Obviously, I don't have the money the doctor has. So I can't have an entire basement painted. However, as a staunch University of Tennessee fan, I wonder if I could afford for that guy to paint Florida's "Swamp" in the bowl of my toilet.

I can't think of a better place to lay a fresh brown trout.

Random Shower Thought #5.

If you add the words "of Death", "of Destruction", or "of Doom" to the end of any household item, it sounds like a really awesome action/horror movie from the 80's.

"Coupon of Death" starring Dolph Lundgren
"Armchair of Destruction" starring Chuck Norris
"Cheese Slicer of Doom" Co-starring Chuck Norris and Dolph Lundgren

(Try it yourselves. Just remember either Chuck Norris or Dolph Lundgren has to star in it.)