Posted on 02/24/2006 3:45:21 AM PST by mcg2000
KDKA’s Ralph Iannotti reports that a man went into a local store and asked the clerk to warm up - in the microwave - what appears to be a severed male body part.
Video Link
http://kdka.com/topstories/local_story_054232735.html
The perp ran out the door when the microwave was opened.
And GOOD MORNING TO EACH OF YOU!
Hot dog?
Kosher?
Jamaican Meat Stick? I hope it was circumcised. (:^P)
Oh...there's my penis...lol
The guy was an obvious whack job.
It plumps when you cook it.
Note to self... Do NOT buy hotdogs at the 7-11.
Frank? Is that you?
Maybe the guy had a thing for Frankenstein.
"Frank? Is that you?"
Aw, that's so bad it's FUNNY!
King Missile ping.
I'm listening to this on the local Pittsburgh news now. Was he in the store looking for mustard?
Somewhere out there, there's a dog no longer capable of being hot...
"One day a guy walked into a 7-11 with a package...."
Are you just dicking with me?
I went out with a girl from Port Vue that was crazy enough to do this.
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
The nature of the beast... find the beast.
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