Welcome to the Old
Guest Book. The One I removed. But that didn't stop you lot, did it? Oh no,
you kept right on sending messages to it, despite the fact that every single
link to the form-filling page was totally obliterated! You just do it
deliberately to annoy me, don't you? Well alright then, I give in!
Have the wretched thing, see if I care!!
There once was a girl from Savannah Who liked to sit on bananas Well
you get the drift, this is the best I can do for toilet humor this late at nite.
Oh, and, for a good time, call my sister at Bambi's Thicket, 555-6969. See
ya!
Alyce, MoonMagick@email.msn.com
(This person is being allowed to live on to a ripe old age for one
reason only, which is that she has actually managed to find
the new guest
book. You know, the one I *don't* have to spend hours laboriously
updating.)
I read this in a bathroom stall at K-Mart...."You
might as well take a seat, Tennessee CRABS can jump ten feet" MeMe
hcunni2985@aol.com
lavvy
(I think you need to frequent a better class of cheap shop.
Here's a joke to make this entry slightly funny. A man says to his girlfriend
"I found some crab paste so I made a sandwhich, but it tastes funny, where
did you get it from?" to which she relies "..the chemist.."
Laugh or die)
INTERESTING PLACES TO ANONYMOUSLY PUT YOUR
FECES-(USE RUBBER GLOVES!) -dabbed on elevator buttons -plastered up under car
door handles -on your enemy's doorknob (on the underside, so he'll grab before
he sees) -toilet flush handles (soak the paper dispenser with your piss while
yer at it) -splattered onto ceilings or walls DOING THESE (OR SIMILAR) IS A
THRILLING "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME" GAME THAT TESTS YOUR TRUE BALLS,
SNEAKINESS, CREATIVITY AND INTELLIGENCE, AND GIVES YOU THE SIDESPLITTING
PLEASURE OF RICH PAYBACK. HAVE AT IT!
Chief Iron Outhouse angus@brimmingpot.stench
(I took your advice, Chiefy. You really *ought* to have checked your mouse
before you used it, you know)
lavvy i can pick my nose with my
willy i stalk my mommy
billy silly wolahan@indigo.ie
Somedays it's blindingly obvious where the Irish got their
less-than-intellectual reputations from)
When shit becomes
valuable, the poor will be born without assholes.
Joe, joenew4u@aol.com
(Whereas I, on the other hand, will still be stuck with assholes like this!
But I have to admit I really enjoy reading profound witticisms, Joe. So go away
and think of one)
Is there a lawyer in the house. I'm suing. My god my memories
bad ... that dress was worn..... erm.... 7 years since Dinsdale disappeared
among the brassicas, plus 3 or 4 or 5 years. There are better photos of me,
what about the one with the red eyes and breathing smoke, with the see through
dress....
Elanor E.Ewen@marlab.ac.uk
(Just click the link and be shocked by the frock, folks! Actually Elanor,
that was the good photo of you - if you don't want the *other*
one to appear on the page, leave a Jeffrey in used notes behind the
cess-pit in the West Dungeon. Bloody Mudsharks, treating my guestbook like
their own private message board....)
I just went to the "Latest Misdeeds", in search of an
explaination of the Wizard's recent unpleasantry with the local peasantry, but
none was forthcoming. I thought I would take this opportunity to be the first
person ever to complain that you haven't written enough. When can we expect an
update?
Peep, Peep@cyberDude.com, via the mystery of Gregori's
paranormally paranoid web thingy.
(Dogschool has obviously proved a bit too much for you, eh Peep? It's a
brave man who would encourage Florentina's literary endeavours, and you're
neither of those. You've got the wrong department anyway - for complaints, you
want the third gloomy corridor on the left (the door marked "alligators").
You'll get an update when I'm good and ready!!)
I dont write
my address on loo walls fit like?
chaloner whatsit
(No, but you write your name, thus enabling me to reveal to all the
world the literary shortcomings of Sebastian and Christobel Mudshark. *You*
weren't even at the Binge! Ha, you missed a good 'un!)
Hi Muddies
now working at a Marine lab, they know about sharks!!!! I've noticed that men
are like buses. You wait for one for ages and then three come along at the same
time. And the fares go up
Elanor E.Ewen@marlab.co.uk
(You disappoint me. I thought you were going to say "They're
noisy, smelly and tbink that size is important. You were remarkably quiet at
the last Binge, Elanor - how am I supposed to write anything libellous about
you?)
How do you get three old women to shout "Fuck"!
Get one old woman to yell "Bingo"
!Papajupitery papajupiter@yahoo.com
(I'm losing the will to live......)
Life is like a pubic
hair on a toilet seat, sooner or later you're going to get pissed off. And just
to prove you wrong, I've spellt evry wordd write
Fifi Trixabelle Yeah,
right!
(Oh, Joke Number 3,721 (a) - haven't heard that one
since...oh... tuesday at least)
Hey-I think this is one of the
more creative sites I have seen-just spent a considerable amount of time
exploring-Good Job!
T-Cat tcat@cyberhigh.net
(I can't think of a single bad thing to say about this chap. Help!
I'm losing my touch!!)
I just popped into Game Control with
sticky buns (a special offer at Thain's the Bakers, not a sexual deviation), and
couldn't help but explore your sheep links... Interesting... Baaaaaaaah!
Peet,
Peet@CyberDude.com
(Don't eat the pies, Peep, or you'll have more "sheep
links" than you bargained for! BTW, I've been unpleasant to you lower down
this page. No, don't thank me, it's all in a day's work)
Hi.
baileykid,
baileykid@webtv.net
(Hi. Well, that was thought-provoking wasn't it?)
This
damn site is the raunchiest site I have been to in a LONNNNNNNNNNNG time. (That
means I like it) I am going to bookmark this sucker so I can come back and
really absorb it all. SCARY HUH?????????????? BTW..U left out the bedrooms. :)
Could be LOTS of opportunities there. If this took u a 1/2 hr..you are a genius
or just utterly phucking nuts
HOTSIE Bbwhot@aol.com
(I could, I suppose, spend another half hour explaining the concept of
"irony", but why bother. By the way, it's not spelt... oh, what's the
use!! You're right about the genius part though.)
I'm 7 years
old. I'd like to jump out the window and onto the shed.
Johhny Bird Jnr, jbtb6@aol.com
(You go right ahead Birdman. We'll all come and visit you in hospital
afterwards)
Erik, yagere@sunyit.edu
(Eric has produced a lovely little piece of ASCII "art"
which, if you screw your eyes up looks a bit like.... ERIK. I don't think he's
been well, folks)
OK WHO TOOK ALL THE PAPER?
Hexyluver,
Hexyluver2@hotmail.com
(I did. It's my lavvy and I'll do what I like.
Here - have a copy of The Sun instead)
sorry man i got my e-mail
address wrong last time.still want all your love and stains to adorn my bed
sheets. lots of love from the man whose sphincter will swell in your presence
the one and only Guy
guy graham GMG717@bham.ac.uk
(...failing to capitalise on his
fortuitous inability to type his email address correctly and slip quietly into
anonimity, Guy makes a triumphant return. You've got to admire his persistence,
if not his eyesight. Hellooo... I'm a *woman*, Guy! (.......Birmingham
University.. says it all, really)
I like big hard willies thrust
into my face.do it now with your fat one big boy.I love a piece of it.do it now
make my day you big hairy slapper. I'll be your bitch,you know it makes sense
guy
graham gmg749@bham.ac.uk
(Now, normally I would scrub such foolishness
off my walls, but I was touched by Guy's strenuous efforts to make a total
pillock of himself in public. Guy, what *is* you mother going to say? *Of
course* she's seen it, I forwarded it to her personally!)
In
answer to eileen mcseee's >"All hail the Mudsharks." We answer: "Chip
Roll!"
Neil & John fletchernd@parliament.uk
(Well what
else could you say? Keep the shiny side up and the greasy side down boys! (The
*car*, Neil, the car!)
Neil & John say Hello to our fellow
Mudsharks COME ON THE VALE (Well that's what I normally write on bog walls)
Neil
Fletcher fletchernd@parliament.uk
(Hmmm... that's not what I hear. Anyway, didn't you hear what I just
said about politicians? Oh - you lost, didn't you.. that's alright then.)
WilliamAlexander(remember me?) William her.Howyou doin.notis ve typing
erors?c u sun.
(How could we forget you? Besides, it's so quiet round here now..)
Well M'dear, it seems you haven't gotten any fresh meat in awhile, so
I thought I would send you a box of those little dessicated mice stuffed with
fruit and nuts. I don't know, Peep might like them.
Lop A'Head
,Brawnwen@aol.com lavvy
(Well you know Peep, he'll eat anything, but
I, of course, am considerably more discerning and prefer my mice in a nice red
wine sauce with bacon and mushrooms - well, the dried ones get stuck in your
teeth! We've had some big, juicy rats in the chicken coop recently - any recipe
suggestions?)
if there is anything a nonconformist can't
stand....it is another nonconformist who does not conform to nonconformist
theory....
Sparky, ivyruss@fascination.com
(I couldn't agree more. Well, I probably could, actually)
Notice
to all who enter here: The probability of being watched is drectly proportional
to the stupidity of the act, and I am really sorry that the first place I
checked in the woe-begone site is, of all places, th loo!
Rosie, unicorn@axccess1.net
(That sounds like the voice of experience. Anyway, you'd have been
even sorrier if it had been the last place you checked and we didn't have one)
hello! interesting place you've got here, and interesting railway
system. DO YOUKNOW WHO ROY SASANO IS? no-one knows; it's a mysterious mystery!
and please don't forget, your STOMACH hurts because of my SHUT UP COOKIES!
Charks, charichan@aol.com
(You know, there are days when I am swept away on a tide of enthusiasm for
the exciting new medium of communcation that is the Internet. And then there
are other days. Guess which one this is. No, I do *not* know who Roy Wossiname
is, now go eat a cookie.)
Note the *NEW* E-mail address... (What
IS that I'm standing in?? Smells of Yak...?)
Peet@Cyberdude.com
(Ho hum, talk of the devil.. Looks like it, smells like it, tastes
like it.. good thing you didn't stand in it! Oh, you did.... Better not let
Harriet see your shoes, Peep)
Vote Tory, you know it makes sense!
Tony Blair, tony@no10.co.uk
(Right - out. No salesmen, no loose women and no politicians allowed. Oh,
alright, loose women can stay.. But since you're here.. Tell us about economic
convergence, Tone. No? Fiscal drag? Tone? Come back Tone...)
Have
you noticed that men are like cyberpets. A couple of minutes playing with them
keeps them happy. And when you get bored... take the batteries out!!!!
Eleanor, msceee@scms.rgu.ac.uk
(And they're incredibly bloody annoying too! )
why the hell are you reading these walls, are you looking for someone
who will give you a ride for free. Come on i dare you to call one of these
phone numbers. Oh come on you know you want to
megan klasner
nursdixo@showme.misouri.edu
(Oh dear. One of those. That's MEGAN KLASNER, for those who want to
scoff)
Here to save the world from the excesses of Mudsharkism
and other schisms. Howl with joy as the tower comes tumbling down and squashes
the sheep. Baa! Fill in the fish pond and other assorted sillyness as in
lochness. Geedit? Puzzle out the bamboozle factor involved in 'things' and above
all snork wildley, esspecially at Dudly. All donations of food gratefully
accepted.
Stupendous Man
(Now that's almost creative, that, and if it was
marginally more intelligent I could almost be convinced it was Peep. Like the
bit about snorking wildly at Dudley) (and yes, I got it.. yawn..)
Is
that a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
mr_interloper@hotmail.com
(Nope, it's a banana.)
You know opinions are like ass
holes, everyone has one and they think other peoples' stink!!" "The
plaque for second place will be found in the lady's room." "Ain't it
funny how the winter makes you laugh a little slower and talk a little lower
about the things you could not show her." Guess where these three quotes
are from?
goose, bdearing@barr.k12.in.us
(Guess?? I don't have to
guess, I know! Pity about the "difficult second album") (also a pity
that you couldn't get that quote right)
dyrck, dyrck@wcinet.net
(
Aww! Look at that! He can write his name!!)
What is the grossest thing you've ever heard about? Beats me, I'd
enjoy it if you told me...
Lop A'head Brawnwen@aol.com
(Oh, one of those, eh? Dear heart, I don't listen to
gossip, no, not even the one about the hamster and the roll of sellotape! But
as for my personal "Top Three Grossest Experiences"....hmm... tricky..
Offhand, I would certainly rate "Fun and games with tape-worm infested
rat-intestines in the Zoology Laboratory" "Interesting life-forms
growing on the garden pissing-patch" (strictly for use when the toilet
froze up, you understand!) "Those cute little mummified mice down the back
of the sofa" and, of course, the unforgettable "A camping expedition,
a high-fibre diet and a plastic bag" How we laughed at that last one!
Well, Peep didn't, but then it was his bag....... (nb all stories
are true. Witnesses can be co-erced.) (and yes, I know that's four - I got
carried away)
Fantastic site!!! I just stumbled over it while
surfing, and I love it! Keep up the good work!
Erik
Nolander, eriknolander@hotmail.com
(What insight! What wisdom! What
a pity he couldn't have written something witty, too!)
All men,
please put down the toilet seat after using, we women don't like wet arses.
Jo^^ maxwell@uniserve.com
(Now that's the first sensible thing anyone's said! Better still, all men
just tie a knot in the end of it...)
My outhouse is better than
yours. In Vermont a good outhouse is like a status symbol.
Marg
omai@together.net
(OOOOOOOH! Hoity toity! Next thing you'll be saying
you use paper too!)
Any vacancies at Mudtowers?
Linda
lfxsts@sprynet.com
(No, we're fully "engaged" at the moment! Chortle chortle!
Hey, if I say that was a joke, then it was a joke, okay??)
Better warn the family not to dig the garden, got rid of another man!!!
Elanor msceee@scms.rgu.ac.uk(Elanor)
(He never stood a chance,
folks!)
All hail the mudsharks
eileen msceee@scms.rgu.ac.uk
(It's a bit...er... minamalist, isn't it Elanor?)
Just
looking at your homepage. Very, well... different.no, I don't mean in a bad way,
but in a very good way. I enjoyed the contents, and the delightful , humorous
way of writing. You make me chttp://www.xentar.com
X E N T A R
abreum@xentar.com lavvy
(Although I rather enjoy the notion of being
able to make someone Chttp://, I'm afraid this is once again the result of
computer malfuction. Excuse me while I take an axe to the wretched machine)
so
she said, "you'll never get it straight with all that banging." and i
said, "yeah, i guess you're right, it is only a paperclip."
Mark
Rupert evilblue@intrstar.net
(You see the sort of thing I have to put
up with?? Is it any wonder I drink???)
Reality Bites
Make Love Not Sense Say No To Normality A man with no faith is like a fish with
no bike Hip Hip Hippopotamus My parent taught me better than to write on
walls
anonymous (not me)@Bah!
(By psychic enema, I have divined
that the above message has come from an imaginary Fish in the magical land of
Iz. O ye of little faith!)
Hmmm What to say.... I also was
brought up with parents that could be creative when "someone" did
something with writting utensils in the wrong place.. But that never stopped me
from enjoying other's artistic creations in unusual places.. eh What? Anybody
know what happened to Dr Who? Beware of falling tardises,
John D Van G,
jdvang@frontietnet.net
(Yes I do as a matter of fact. But I'm not
telling.)
psssst for a good time call 1-800-lakanukie
hehehehehehe. sorry i can't be more witty. Here in the states, on Halloweeny we
tip these things over if they are wood, which is why you wily Scots build them
out of bricks.In fact, in America we hav e an idom dedicated to this phenominon.
Dare I be redundant and repeat it No full moons here! ;")
tigger,
tiggervibes@juno.com
(Oh, go on! Be redundant! Everybody else is!)
My dad used to tell me about how he would move outside privies
off of their holes as a prank on Halloween night. (Hmmm, no wonder I have a
personality problem.) Too bad cyberspace doesn't allow for such frivolities or
I could have had a bit of fun. Awaiting the snide remarks..
another
Sharon , smpeterson@webtv.net
(Snide?? Moi? Towards someone who thinks
moving bogs around is sophisticated fun??? Perish the thought!!!)
.There
was a little shark Who had a little mark Right in the middle of her belly She
did a little wriggle And had a little giggle Then ate another pommie tourist
Wearing wellies!
Aussie-upside-down-shark , brownjob@dynamite.com.au
(Awww! Someone with a poetic bent!)
Shitshark is a
living LEGEND!!!!! And don't you forget that. Oh and by the way, your toilet
smells really bad!!
Shitshark, brownjob@dynamite.com.au
(Some sort
of wire-brush-and-disinfectant called for then? Now don't struggle...
(...Shane, is that you? No?? You mean there are *2* scatalogically challenged
inhabitants of Aus? Oh Dear!)
E-mail me please at
brownjob@dynamite.com.au. Your the best!!
Caroline,
brownjob@dynamite.com.au
(Now that is just asking
for trouble! Hmmmm... more aliases than Monty's mIRC account, but obviously a
woman of taste and perception, despite the dodgy e-mail addy )
Personality problem? First I gotta have one don't
I? Hey, don't look at me there's a blue dinosaur
staring at me form the top of my PC!
Sharon
(our regular
reader writes!)
Like the picture
David Gunn
(Er...
*what* picture, Dave?)
Good to the last drop
(Mr Nobody,
apparently)
Blah blah blah blah blah mail to: <myst243@ibm.net><
stupid ></a>
(Is that supposed to be an attempt at a link?
Sheesh!)
Is this an outhouse (wooden privy with the crescent moon
on the door) or a public lavatory (as in, tiled walls, metal stalls with doors
that occasionally latch and are supposedly for use by only one sex)? I really
need to know--I never, ever took a crayon with me to the outhouse because my
grandparents would have found a way to make me scrub off the "artwork".
Besides, it's not a lot of fun to dally in one of those locations during the
summer or the dead of winter when the wind is blowing....
(Now this is
more the quality of stuff we need! To answer the burning question, this is an
outhouse, but a brick one, not a wooden one, and it doesn't have a crecent moon
on the door, it has a small piece of fretwork in the shape of a wildebeest.)
Someone's hammering on the door.
Out you go...