@durant hapke said:
Brothers, and Sisters,
So, helicopters are the flavor of the day, that and Colt bring the stone age.
For my pose from back in the day, I got a long lost call from "M3" last night, looking for some instructional videos on self lubrication, so I provided.
In the corse of the chat, we pondered back to the stink day.
Found said recollections, so am posting again for those who have missed said experience:
Jack bird bring it.
This friend, "M Cube," we called him (Marvin Michael Moore, was his name, but his mom divorced his spin bucket "D," and took back her maiden action which was something like Morony, but we all said, Moony, hence four M's), who was into Godzilla like a Jack Bird crack monkey (he always talked about an underground Godzilla porno that he claimed to have seen on a trip Spin Daddy took him on to streets of San Francisco China Town -- the big lizard doing it crazy with his scaled fillies -- plowing rock star with his man dragon -- crushing buildings, while radioactive genetic soup sputtered out from the "little brains" nestled between his big stumpy legs, and plasma beams, brought down airliners filled with screaming passengers... Awesome. Never got to check it out though).
Anyway, the M Cube got bit in the finger by Mister Snaps, his sisters cat.
Mr. Snaps was nice, but for some reason on this one day, he had the notion that it was big fun to just throw down, and go WWF on the middle finger of M4's handy hand, and one of the critters big front teeth went on through the nail -- creating a perfectly round hole just above the cuticle -- not that big, but deep, like it was made by Black and Decker. The blood came out slow, and was inky black.
Ouch -- His Morony Mom made him soak it in a paper cup of alcohol -- I remember him kind of sweating, and turning all oatmeal like. Jump back pain.
So it healed after a bit, and we just went on our marry drawing, and bugging his sisters friends way ("Fine little Beth birdie, you want some seeds?").
Then a week or so after the big "chomp" we decided to play a bit of twenty one, shoot a few hoops, here at this drive.
The sun was out, it was blue sky awesome. A few dudes from down the block joined in. It was going killer, I think a few conspiratorial cold ones were had.
The game heats up, I'm getting set to throw -- a set shot from the curb... then whew! What the funk? What is that funky funk funk stink?
I mean I'm smelling stank, stinky stank, stank -- deep thick oder, like death perhaps, or Tokyo crushing lizard bowels, it's all bad, and it's wafting off the ball...
The B-Ball is the funk source...
Your guts want to run, but your head, says "let me take another whiff of that horrid stink," so I put my nose right onto the ball surface, and "mother of God, this thing is totally polluted, the rankest of rank vapor is here."
I flip the ball to Johnny O, and he pulls a snoot full into his head, "Crap! That's awful, so rankin' awful stinky!"
The dude nearly hurls, drops the ball, and lays down on the yard.
The Cube is all, "DH, take the shot!"
Sister Beth, and friends are trickling out to watch us now -- lining there cute young cut off jeans sporting back sides up on the concrete steps.
"Shoot, dude!"
It's important to keep the man hormones pumping.
We toss a few more buckets, but it's hard to keep going as the stink is growing.
I notice the Cubes sisters, squinting, and taking in the air -- still hot of course, but looking a bit like they're illing.
"Jacky, Jack, Jack Bird, Jack, the whole stink action is killing me!"
"What is the story here?"
Then it all unravels...
M Cube drops the ball...
The world comes into sharp focus, and it is crystal...
Marvin Michael Moore Marony, lifts his hand to his face, and sniffs his finger -- "Oh, dude..."
He's instantly copy paper white, staggers forward, and fights off a tumble.
Of corse, he's my Water Clown drawing friend, I head right over to have a look look -- I scope out a bit of weird paste on his middle finger, and as I start to register this, the Cube takes hold of the finger with his other hand, and squeezes -- "Holy mother of Godzilla!"
The little hole on the back of his nail erupts -- I mean like he's jack working a tube of Crest -- a thick train of caky white calk coils out of the fissure, and just keeps coming, and coming, and now it's dropping onto the drive, and down goes the M Cube -- collapsing in a cloud of spooy zoo cage drain stench.
Mom Morony runs out, and 911 gets a jingle.
I hit the shower, and burn through a entire bar of Irish Spring.
So, what happened? The crazy cat tooth, had punctured this funky tube like lining that tendons run threw deep inside the wiggly finger, so this bit of infection got trapped with in (Oh, that's a rotten root), and after simmering in there a good long bit, it built up the necessary "pus fund" to transform the digit into a stinky stew dispenser.
And that it was.
Durant "print it again" Hapke
I suspect the Coen brothers will want to buy the rights to this story.
Can you steer me to an animation created with C3D 
It would further encourage me to get stuck it.
