What do you picture when I say....
a couple of my ex's
Didn't make me think of my ex's, but your comment did make me say, "Ha!" I agree some men are...uh...you know. :right:
What do you picture when I say 'shitmen'?
There's beeeeeeeers riding on this! Don't fuck around!
I PICTURE a couple of my ex boyfriends in my mind. Just standing there looking like the shitmen they are!
Well if there's beers on it...
Snowmen = frosty the snow man, three blobs of snow stacked up with a carrot nose.
Replace snow with shit. Not sure what you'd use for the nose.
Now where's my bloody beer?!
Hitmen with their heads up their ar$es?
Probably too late but I picture plumbers.
Are you asking us for pictures?
Someone who might want to think about changing their name to something that americans won't laugh at?
:bolt:
(I see some weird...to me anyway...names. How would you like the first name Dildo? OK, that isn't it exactly but it's darn close and I shouldn't say since it might be the only person in the country with that first name and I could get busted.) :lol:
Shitmen?
I picture a small group of guys. Maybe 5 or 6, standing around wearing overalls and hard hats. A couple of them have shovels. They all have head lamps. I guess they look a lot like miners. One of them is tall and skinny, one is a bit plump. There's some sort of ethnic guy in there, and a guy who looks like groundskeeper Willie. And finally a handsome one. I've only got a vague notion of what it is they do. Something with the sewers underground. But the important thing is that they fight for us. They fight crime and corruption. Oh, and there is a work truck with weird equipment on it. And they are dirty and don't smell so good.
Every now and then they break into song.
Sometimes they touch on important social issues, like if Shitman 2 should let his daughter go on the pill, or if Shitman 4 should get tested for AIDS after his encounter with the bartender at Regular's (their after work hangout.) Polly Ips is a remnant of the old country with a heart of gold and a razor-sharp wit. Her oft-repeated phrase "Who gives a shit?" has spawned a merchandising franchise rivaled only by "Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?"
"Tonight, on a very special Shitmen..."
It's a drama, a comedy, a musical...it's a Dramedyical!
There's lots of sneaking around. But it's easy for them, because of course the sewers lead everywhere. And they aren't those little 6 inch wide drain pipes. The sewers in shitmen's city are all human sized. And there are doors that lead from the sewers into all the different buildings.
They all had dreams for more from life, but deep down in side, they know they are happiest as shitmen, because it's the only place where they can be accepted for who they are and what their talents are.
"My daddy was a shitman, my grandpappy was a shitman, and his grandpappy before him. Shit's in our blood, son...you can't escape it."
Thanks, glatt and I will be here all week. Try the 'shit on a shingle.'
:lol:
now this thread is moving! I'm losing.. but it's moving!
What do you PICTURE!?
A dustman
only with a metal bin.
Cause what they collected originally wasn't dust.
now this thread is moving! I'm losing.. but it's moving!
You know what else has movement? Shitmen, that's what!
Yeah, I picture human men with shit on them, or somehow involved in shit.
I do not picture walking shit creatures, which is what I'm guessing this beer debate is about: primarily men with shit characteristics, or primarily shit with man characteristics? Like Mr. Hanky!
I'm going to concede defeat. The bet was first to 5, and I think kerosene has 5 now.
I pictured little army men made of shit.
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She pictured guys like glatt described. I'm calling zen's snowshitmen one in my column..... but that's the only one. I was counting on foot and flint to see little shitmen...but they failed me.
I don't even remember how this came up... a typo, but i forget the context.
I owe her a beer or beers, I'm not sure which.
thanks for playing, cellar
edit: spex's goes in my column, but too late.
How disappointing!
And how does something like that come up, anyway? :lol:
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I think you and glatt should continue your shitmen story, though... i was quite enjoying reading about them.
We've got meetings with the folks at FX and Spike, to pitch our show.
Certainly, you are the creative consultant, jim. ;)
Little men made of shit would be "shit creatures" to me. Or maybe "shit monsters."
The more I think about it though, it's not universal. If you say "broccoli men," or "stone men," I think of creatures made of those things. But "dirt men," again, that's real men who are really dirty. Hmm....
If a shitman were drinking a glass of water, and someone told a joke, and the shitman busted out laughing and sprayed water everywhere, would that be a shittake?
I know the spelling is wrong. There'shroom for improvement.
what i actually typed was SHIT MEN
dunno if that matters
I'm sorry...I tangented. Let me delete all my jokes in this thread. I clearly did not see it with wisdom and light.
Oh fuck, it's too late.
Guess you'll have to deal with my less than perfection.
what the fuck are you talking about?
I was just telling clobble that the initial typo was SHIT MEN... she seemed to be still thinking of what the term made her see.
settle down.
No. :kisspink: :madmoon:::queen::apimp:
NO...kiss my ass.... king? pimp?
quick! I need a shitman smilie!
I tire of this. Peel me a grape, knave.
:eek:
Themsum grapes!
I'm frightened, and cold.
Shit man, Jim, quit talking so much shit!
If someone steps in a pile of shit, do the Shitmen AFS 360 (American Federation of Shitmen) qualify for Shitman's Comp?
only if they fill out the proper bullshit forms.
The Shitman Cometh.
What a mess!
I'd chime in here, but, I don't know shit from Shinola.
Protip: One is on the tops of your boots...
... and the other is on the bottom ... but which?
The group of Shitmen are about to head out on their regualr shit-related duties, when the fore-shit-man's phone rings.
"Shit head here" he says. A pause. "Uh-huh ... yeah ... oh, wow ... really? Text me the location. We'll be there in ten." He loks back at the group.
"Big trouble, shitmen. To the shit-mobile! Shitmen AWAY!"
"SHITMEN AWAY!" the crew chorus in response as they leap onto the shitmobile.
Shitmen is an old Jewish family name. "Dr. Shitmen, meet Dr. Assmann" (I truly know an Assmann family)
... and the other is on the bottom ... but which?
The group of Shitmen are about to head out on their regualr shit-related duties, when the fore-shit-man's phone rings.
"Shit head here" he says. A pause. "Uh-huh ... yeah ... oh, wow ... really? Text me the location. We'll be there in ten." He loks back at the group.
"Big trouble, shitmen. To the shit-mobile! Shitmen AWAY!"
"SHITMEN AWAY!" the crew chorus in response as they leap onto the shitmobile.
The Shitmobile leaves skid marks as it plunges away from the curb. Weaving in and out of traffic, the brown light on the roof flashing, and a long low fart sound siren blaring, the Shitmobile runs toward the scene of the emergency call....
The shitmobile, an old faithful yet rather crappy vehicle, groaned as the shit head tried to start it. Various shitmen leapt into action, pushing and grunting, so that the Shit Head could start the vehicle with a pop of the old clutch.
There was something in the air that day. Shit Head's assistant, Shit Head No. 2, glanced back at the crew and smiled slightly. It was good work they were doing, honest work. He couldn't imagine working with a better pile of shitmen.
Hahahahaa...sorry jim, synchronized posting. I like the way this is going: it's like a "choose your own story" game! :)
and lots of shitty puns to be made!
"What is it, boss?" the number two yelled over the fart-siren.
"There's a shit stuck up a tree, and can't get down. Old lady McFeces is terribly upset. We have to rescue it."
First, Glatt always gets it. Whether we are playing what the hell is this? or listen to this single note and tell us what song it is, or here's an atom, now name the molecule, Glatt is "on it" in a way that is analogous to the infernal hotness of clodfobble's intellectual sweater kittens, in fact if you were to some how merge the two of them they'd be insufferable and we'd have to ban them.
Shit, men. I forgot where I was going with all this.
Goddamn lousy rain!
"What is it, boss?" the number two yelled over the fart-siren.
"There's a shit stuck up a tree, and can't get down. Old lady McFeces is terribly upset. We have to rescue it."
Oh crap. I only just saw what I did there. :lol: :smack: :facepalm:
The picture over in the Wigman thread got me thinking about this again.
You know what I think of when I hear shitmen?
This, except filthier.
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... watched Fargo last night... did not sleep well.
... watched Fargo last night... did not sleep well.
Say. Do you hear a woodchipper in the distance?
Saw this sculpture on Sunday and thought of this thread.
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Can't see it v well on my phone, but that looks like some old dried up shit men wrestling
It looks like giant magic snakes.
Or shitmen.
Hovering over a public toilet.
"Articus Fartisson: Screw Up at the Casting Works, 2007, bronze."
It looks like a half melted darth vader.
Little men made of shit would be "shit creatures" to me. Or maybe "shit monsters."
how about Shit Dragons?
Shit Dragons: The Musical
Intrigue, murder, dancing and a flaming hole where once you had a sphincter.