The Phantom Mullet

Cooking with Pooh?????

On Boingboing a few weeks ago they had a post about a misfortunately named children’s book, “Cooking with Pooh“.  That furry little stuffed animal must have some good recipe’s.  Cow Pattie pie, Pig Manure sausage, post-digested corn (pulled from feces by little corn fed children in a very weird third world shop, where the children are fed corn and laxatives and are forced to poop all day and pick all of the corn kernels out.  I heard its all the rage in Hollywood).   Makes you wonder if the makers of the Winnie the Pooh empire had all of these titles and ideas that when said out-loud made some people chuckle a little bit.  ”Pooh Stinks”, “Everyone loves a Pooh”, “Honey, made with a little Pooh inside”, “Hugs and Kisses for Pooh”, and “Pooh gets stuck Everywhere”   

Thanksgiving Fun

Just a quick thought. I wish we could change to colour of Pumpkin Pie. When you have two kids in diapers and you have a foreign substance on your hand, your first reaction is to lick it. But, since Pumpkin Pie and Baby Poo is that same colour and texture, you take your chances……. And since I love Pumpkin Pie so much, it is worth it…..

BTW, Mayonnaise and bird poo, same problem. Which came to haunt the “Phantom Mullet” before. Bird Poo, not so tasty……

Feel the Power of the Phantom Mullet

A song from Five Iron Frenzy Explains it all………

Cruisin’ downtown in your Camaro,

REO Speedwagon on the stereo.

It’s kind of catchy,

Kind of a virus,

Cutting your hair like Billy Ray Cyrus.

You’re probably bummed,

You probably cried,

You’re probably sad that the guy from Lynrd Skynrd died,

You’re

probably singing “oh, oh, oh”,

All night long.

[Chorus:]

Feel the

power of the PHANTOM MULLET,

Tremble and cower from the PHANTOM MULLET,

White metal burn of the PHANTOM MULLET,

Combed straight or permed it’s THE PHANTOM MULLET,

And you, cutting it short on top,

I want that for me.

Growing it long in the back,

So savage and so free.

Drop into first you’re taking it slow,

You’re such a rock-star,

You could never know.

I wish I was singing, “oh, oh, oh”,

All night long.