If you don't know what Z-Rock is, it is a hilariously random show on the Independent Film Channel about a struggling hard rock band who play kids' parties during the day to make extra money. Observe the trailer for the first season:
Jim Norton was a guest on this week's episode. If you don't know who he is, he is a ridonkulously vulgar and most-of-the-time funny comedian. Here he is:
Anyhoo, I won't bore you with the plot of the show. What blew my mind is what Jim said. He was in a busy restaurant and screamed out, "Who do I have to felch to get my tuna nicoise?"
I must tell you that I'm a vulgarian by nature and I pride myself on my obscene vocabulary. To paraphrase the movie "A Christmas Story", I work profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. So I knew that felch was a wirty dord, but I wasn't exactly sure what it meant.
So I looked it up.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, the three wisemen, the sheep, the gold, the frankincense and the myrrh, did I look it up.
Now I'm worried that by googling felch, I've been put on some sort of Department of Homeland Deviant watch list.
Criminy.
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Alright, I knew it was going to bad. And I was a bit terrified that I'd learn that it was something I'd actually done. (Very
happy to report I haven't. Nor would I.) I had to read it 2 or 8 times to really wrap my brain around the concept. Then at whatever point the word "gerbil" popped up I lost it. Thank you for expanding my world.
Why the hell did my comment space like that? Weird.
Anyway, just dropped back by to suggest you change your headline to "Whiskey Tango Felch". Just a thought.
I don't see any weird spacing. I think all the felching you've been doing has affected your eyesight.
Oh snap, Whiskey Tango Felch! So it is written, so it shall be done. Awesome.
I use Urban Dictionary for my dirty word needs and let me tell you I am never not sorry. I have learned more about how disgusting people are than I need to.
I thought maybe I should add here that there is a Felch street in Three Rivers, MI. It might be spelled Feltch. I'm not sure.
We heard rumors, so in grad school, we had to go find it.
I've seen Fel(t)ch street with mine own eyes. Tis not a legend; tis a real thing.
I kind of want to ask if something squirted you in the eye when you passed by Fel(t)ch Street, mjenks, but then again I really don't.
Wait, you haven't always had a following widget have you? I've just been stalking your ass daily. And then I get ridiculously excited when I see new stuff. You've made my day! I'm all up in your posse, yo. Just two little letters away from being so wrong.
No, I haven't always had the follower thingy. Hell, until recently I've only had 1 person silly enough to follow me. She is apparently unstable and I love her dearly.
Yay! My very own stalker! I feel all tingly inside and whatnot.
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