The Original O'l Farts Club.

[SubGirl]

Phallophobia here. I'll come back after this topic ends

Coondick Does he have a sister @SubGirl I got to know her name...

Either I'm really baked or I'm still immature cause I can't stop laughing. I saw a humpback bone dick once and Bull dick walking sticks but that is as close to dick as I've ever been

Sorry about all the emojis but I'm still can't stop laughing

I’m stoned and just learning tonight after reading all the updates way more than I wanted to learn about the subject with pictures in living color thanks to moose.
I’m not sure if Coondick had a sister but he was a cool old timer country boy coon hunter and a good pipefitter too.

 

[moose eater]

Phallophobia here. I'll come back after this topic ends

Coondick Does he have a sister @SubGirl I got to know her name...

Either I'm really baked or I'm still immature cause I can't stop laughing. I saw a humpback bone dick once and Bull dick walking sticks but that is as close to dick as I've ever been

Sorry about all the emojis but I'm still can't stop laughing

Wait!! Don't go yet! The laughter is contagious in a healthy way, and I haven't yet gotten to the declaration forms that were mandated from when I helped to ship furs to the Lower-48 for a former trapper friend, and the State had on their form a box for reporting the number of red squirrel skins.

Seriously. There's thousands of things in reality that end up being absurdly humorous, despite not being intended to be..

 

[moose eater]

I’m stoned and just learning tonight after reading all the updates way more than I wanted to learn about the subject with pictures in living color thanks to moose.
I’m not sure if Coondick had a sister but he was a cool old timer country boy coon hunter and a good pipefitter too.

Please tell us Coondick had no children!! The teacher asking students for parents' names in class?? Priceless!!

Bwahahahahaha...

 

[Sun&Soil]

I’m stoned and just learning tonight after reading all the updates way more than I wanted to learn about the subject with pictures in living color thanks to moose.
I’m not sure if Coondick had a sister but he was a cool old timer country boy coon hunter and a good pipefitter too.

Sounds like my kind of people. I'm not sure I could call him by his name without at least a smirk. Natural gas?

 

[unclefishstick]

Phallophobia here. I'll come back after this topic ends

Coondick Does he have a sister @SubGirl I got to know her name...

Either I'm really baked or I'm still immature cause I can't stop laughing. I saw a humpback bone dick once and Bull dick walking sticks but that is as close to dick as I've ever been

Sorry about all the emojis but I'm still can't stop laughing

in that case,worth relating the whole story...

lived and worked on a small island in alaska,it's my day off so i'm hanging out in my cabin getting high...so there's a knock on the door,it's the owner of the restaurant and she says,"grab your raingear and boots,stop in the warehouse and grab an axe,hatchet,and bow saw and meet me at the skiff"
ok,i'm thinking having no idea what's in store,but bound to be interesting and no doubt messy...
so we motor out of the cove,not too far....and something stinks...like bad...it soon becomes apparent where the smell is coming from as there's a good sized,and fairly bloated whale carcass on the beach...
so it turns out we're there to collect the giant,semi rotted,and bloated whale penis to get the boner bone...
my role? firmly hug the thing and hold it away from the body while the boss hacks it free...imagine hugging a good sized tree trunk that smells like rotten whale cock...
so Marion is merrily hacking away at the thing,there's gobbets of rotten whale cock going everywhere,including some sizable and rather oozy chunks adorning her face...i'm laughing my ass off and sorta lose balance just as she gets it free of the body and fall over landing on my back still hugging the thing...
i threw away my rain gear...the smell just wouldn;t come out...bering sea tuxedos ain't cheap either!

 

[jokerman]

The one I held was pretty big. We have raccoon with the same material I think. Use to work with a guy named coondick that carried one with him all the time.

plumbers can be that way

 

[moose eater]

in that case,worth relating the whole story...

lived and worked on a small island in alaska,it's my day off so i'm hanging out in my cabin getting high...so there's a knock on the door,it's the owner of the restaurant and she says,"grab your raingear and boots,stop in the warehouse and grab an axe,hatchet,and bow saw and meet me at the skiff"
ok,i'm thinking having no idea what's in store,but bound to be interesting and no doubt messy...
so we motor out of the cove,not too far....and something stinks...like bad...it soon becomes apparent where the smell is coming from as there's a good sized,and fairly bloated whale carcass on the beach...
so it turns out we're there to collect the giant,semi rotted,and bloated whale penis to get the boner bone...
my role? firmly hug the thing and hold it away from the body while the boss hacks it free...imagine hugging a good sized tree trunk that smells like rotten whale cock...
so Marion is merrily hacking away at the thing,there's gobbets of rotten whale cock going everywhere,including some sizable and rather oozy chunks adorning her face...i'm laughing my ass off and sorta lose balance just as she gets it free of the body and fall over landing on my back still hugging the thing...
i threw away my rain gear...the smell just wouldn;t come out...bering sea tuxedos ain't cheap either!

You got hazard pay, I hope??!

 

[SubGirl]

Sounds like my kind of people. I'm not sure I could call him by his name without at least a smirk. Natural gas?

I’m sure he would enjoy the smirk. He’s prolly gone now. He was in his sixties when I worked with him. I in my 20s.
I remember also calling this moonshine we would get made in North Carolina coon dick. It was like a code name for it when someone was making a run…

 

[SubGirl]

in that case,worth relating the whole story...

lived and worked on a small island in alaska,it's my day off so i'm hanging out in my cabin getting high...so there's a knock on the door,it's the owner of the restaurant and she says,"grab your raingear and boots,stop in the warehouse and grab an axe,hatchet,and bow saw and meet me at the skiff"
ok,i'm thinking having no idea what's in store,but bound to be interesting and no doubt messy...
so we motor out of the cove,not too far....and something stinks...like bad...it soon becomes apparent where the smell is coming from as there's a good sized,and fairly bloated whale carcass on the beach...
so it turns out we're there to collect the giant,semi rotted,and bloated whale penis to get the boner bone...
my role? firmly hug the thing and hold it away from the body while the boss hacks it free...imagine hugging a good sized tree trunk that smells like rotten whale cock...
so Marion is merrily hacking away at the thing,there's gobbets of rotten whale cock going everywhere,including some sizable and rather oozy chunks adorning her face...i'm laughing my ass off and sorta lose balance just as she gets it free of the body and fall over landing on my back still hugging the thing...
i threw away my rain gear...the smell just wouldn;t come out...bering sea tuxedos ain't cheap either!

I guess you were her go to employee huh…. Sounds like a beautiful memory fish…

 

[Sun&Soil]

in that case,worth relating the whole story...

lived and worked on a small island in alaska,it's my day off so i'm hanging out in my cabin getting high...so there's a knock on the door,it's the owner of the restaurant and she says,"grab your raingear and boots,stop in the warehouse and grab an axe,hatchet,and bow saw and meet me at the skiff"
ok,i'm thinking having no idea what's in store,but bound to be interesting and no doubt messy...
so we motor out of the cove,not too far....and something stinks...like bad...it soon becomes apparent where the smell is coming from as there's a good sized,and fairly bloated whale carcass on the beach...
so it turns out we're there to collect the giant,semi rotted,and bloated whale penis to get the boner bone...
my role? firmly hug the thing and hold it away from the body while the boss hacks it free...imagine hugging a good sized tree trunk that smells like rotten whale cock...
so Marion is merrily hacking away at the thing,there's gobbets of rotten whale cock going everywhere,including some sizable and rather oozy chunks adorning her face...i'm laughing my ass off and sorta lose balance just as she gets it free of the body and fall over landing on my back still hugging the thing...
i threw away my rain gear...the smell just wouldn;t come out...bering sea tuxedos ain't cheap either!

That is one hell of a life experience. Not many people can claim a story of such magnitude. Honestly..I'd get over my fear of cock and hug it like a long lost child of mine to be able to tell that story.

I stepped in a sun bloated rotting Chinook carcass once. I had to get rid of that pair of waders because of the smell. I can only imagine the stink a whale produces.

 

[Sun&Soil]

I’m sure he would enjoy the smirk. He’s prolly gone now. He was in his sixties when I worked with him. I in my 20s.
I remember also calling this moonshine we would get made in North Carolina coon dick. It was like a code name for it when someone was making a run…

You said he was a good pipefitter. What line? Natural gas or petroleum?

 

[SubGirl]

You said he was a good pipefitter. What line? Natural gas or petroleum?

He was a submarine pipefitter. Seawater mostly.

 

[unclefishstick]

I guess you were her go to employee huh…. Sounds like a beautiful memory fish…

living in alaska leads to many many stories..here in the lower 48 it's a good story,up there it's just another day,albeit far more penis-y than usual!

 

[unclefishstick]

That is one hell of a life experience. Not many people can claim a story of such magnitude. Honestly..I'd get over my fear of cock and hug it like a long lost child of mine to be able to tell that story.

I stepped in a sun bloated rotting Chinook carcass once. I had to get rid of that pair of waders because of the smell. I can only imagine the stink a whale produces.

the only thing worse i've smelled is when the house dog went and rolled around in a fully rotted and maggoty sea lion carcass....that was bad

 

[unclefishstick]

He was a submarine pipefitter. Seawater mostly.

my dad was a submariner...then went to work at electric boat

 

[SubGirl]

my dad was a submariner...then went to work at electric boat

Thanks for his service. How long ago did he serve? I knew a lot of folks that worked for EB.

 

[moose eater]

the only thing worse i've smelled is when the house dog went and rolled around in a fully rotted and maggoty sea lion carcass....that was bad

Rotted bear carcass competes with anything I've ever smelled for "I'm gonna' puke RIGHT NOW!!" material.

 

[moose eater]

The real money's in whale vomit.

Another forum member who generously hosted me when I visited Australia about 5 years ago, taught me about the value of whale vomit.,

Up until then I had no clue, but it's SERIOUS money.

Some is found floating in the ocean. Beats the hell out of picking up aluminum cans to recycle.

 

[unclefishstick]

Thanks for his service. How long ago did he serve? I knew a lot of folks that worked for EB.

uss rasher and uss skipjack one of the first nuclear fast attack subs...late 50's to early 60's...commissioning crew on the skipjack,nuclear powerplant operator...as far as i know they still hold the atlantic double crossing underwater speed record...they would spend weeks lying on the bottom of russian bays listening to the fleet,the russians didn't have any subs or weapons that could go that deep...dad was tall so they had to build a special bunk for him,still there when they decommissioned the sub

 

[Putembk]

I'm hungry