Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

CECI N’EST PAS UN ÉGOUTTOIR

I know I had to get down to the nitty Magritty in order to come up with this post title...

...but the simple fact is, This Is Not A Colander.

Scratchy-Boy

It’s a Head-Scratcher!

A gift from Barry, my partner-in-crime, it is a simple device that resembles nothing so much as a wire whisk. But unlike a wire whisk, it has blunt-ended prongs that deliver the finest Head-Massage this side of a Singaporean brothel the spa at the Hilton Sandestin resort.

Alas, it does not block the Zeta Rays from Planet Nubulax, but, hey, that’s what colanders are for! (Plus they’re much more useful for draining boiled pasta.)

8 comments:

og said...

Dang, dude, you just keep getting stranger.

Jim - PRS said...

I think you just might be the coolest guy ever (not that there's anything wrong with that).

Rahel said...

Ooooh. I bet that feels good!

Anonymous said...

"Yes I'm SERIOUS, SWMBO!! I want you to take my picture with this thing on my head so I can put it on the internet!"

- Morris William

Elisson said...

That, Morris William, is pretty much how things went down...

BobG said...

Looks like a detachable antenna for a tinfoil hat.

Laura said...

Oh I love those things but they only feel good when someone else uses them on you. Kinda like having your back scratched.

2Vamp said...

I used to have one of those things, Singaporean brothel notwithstanding ;P

It made me shriek because it was so ticklish lol