The Bonfire #72 (04-27-2016)
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- Опубліковано 19 вер 2024
- Hosted by comedians Big Jay Oakerson and Dan Soder, The Bonfire invites listeners and friends to come and hang out by the radio bonfire as the blunt and candid duo talk about everything from comedy and entertainment to sports, sharing their funniest stories from the road and giving fans a chance to call in and get their opinions on the topics of the day.
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mark normand always has a story for every situation
+iban d I think he makes alot of shit up.
It wouldn’t matter if he did but I don’t see him as the made up story guy, that’s not his style. IMO
perfect timing! just heading into my morning commute :) thanks
Over the pants HJ is from Workaholics, not IaSIP
That was god damn epic
Blue Jay Oakerhead
Funny shit. 04/13/2019
crackle crackle.
crackle crackle
Egg over medium....lmfao
Kurt needs Bob Kellys bandolier.
Did Joe List bomb on The Bonfire & Opie and Jim?
He didn't bomb...because he hardly spoke at all on either. I found it somewhat disappointing myself just because he's normally "on" and kills it.
The same can happen on YKWD if the chemistry isn't right. He generally rules.
+Junior V. Because Joe Liszt Is On My List...
+Junior V. Jumpin Joe didnt jump in =/
It's tough on o&j with that many voices and honestly probably some awkward energy due to opie, and on the bonfire jay and dan are so rapid fire it's crazy
a squatty potty?? WTF??? xD
+Jacob Crum You don't know what a Squatty Potty is? smh. I gingerly climbed on top of the plastic contraption now ringing my porcelain throne. It soon became apparent that I couldn't keep my britches at my ankles as I normally did. No, they had to go entirely, along with my underthings. And if there is anything more ridiculous on this planet than the sight of a human man wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, I have yet to experience it. So in the interest of saving myself this unfortunate view, I doffed the shirt as well. Now entirely naked, I again attempted to step onto the device. I was unsure, but it seemed to hold. I settled down to the seat, with only the extremities of my posterior touching. My knees were up at my chest. This, plus my complete nakedness, felt very primal. It felt third-world and adventurous. It felt... RIGHT. I concentrated on the task at hand. I had felt a slight urge to go, and had been eager to try out the new purchase. I had been intrigued by the promise that my business would henceforth require substantially less effort on my part, because of the wild beast-man position it forced upon me. But I was still skeptical. It sounded too good to be true. Surely the difference couldn't be that dras- HOLY HELL I'M POOPING.
Well, let me clarify. It wasn’t so much that I was dropping a deuce. Oh, it was being dropped; that much was undeniable. But I couldn't really claim agency on said descent. Gravity was doing the work. I was merely the meaty husk from which it made its hasty escape. Used to more of a segmented approach to waste disposal, I was quite surprised that the creature making its egress from my nethers had more the appearance of a python. Smooth, and consistent in width, it coiled luxuriously in a pool of toilet water that is (or at least was) cleaner than the water that most of the people on this planet drink. As it continued to coil, my emotional state flowed from one of surprise, to horror, to amazement, and then again to horror as the snake coiled higher and higher, like soft serve ice cream at an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet. It was now surfacing above the water line. But still, the snake showed no signs that it was anywhere near finished with its journey. In a panic, I pawed at the flusher. The poor toilet strained, but eventually sent things on their way. But I wasn’t done yet. As the toilet flushed the waste away, more came to replace it. As the flush subsided, the coil started anew. And then I was done. I tried to catch my breath as the toilet flushed a second time. I felt my liver shift and expand, unsure what to do with all the extra space now afforded to it. I cleaned up and stood, almost dizzy after the affair. “Wow. A+++”, I thought to myself. “Would poop again.”
“Very well,” my bowels seemed to answer, “let’s have another go!”
“Surely you’re joking”, I thought, scrambling to once again work myself into proper Tarzanic stance. There couldn’t possibly be anything left inside of me. I genuinely began to worry that what would come out next might be some vital organ, brought to a freedom-seeking frenzy by all the commotion. But no, it was yet another perfectly formed tube of human excrement. I sat, mouth agape, as number two (round two) breached the water line and came to a graceful finish, leaving an improbable conical shape below me. As I flushed the toilet for the third time in what had astoundingly only been about 70 seconds I wondered if life would ever be the same again.
They're great!
@@wermzer1312 A man naked except for his socks is probably more ridiculous in my view.
@@pvthudson5069 Nothing but shoes has such an awkward feel tho
@@charliekelly3173 shoes but no socks, you're basically a beast at that point.
Ari mixes his words alot. Maybe it's the drugs.