bojanglefunk
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I talked about this on the chat thread, a while back, but I decided this was something non-chat-threaders should be privy to as well.
I think we should talk about Ferret Legging http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferret_legging
In the sport of ferret legging, competitors tie their trousers at the ankles before placing two ferrets inside and securely fastening their belts to prevent the ferrets from escaping.[2] Each competitor then stands in front of the judges for as long as he can.[8] Competitors cannot be drunk or drugged, nor can the ferrets be sedated.[9] In addition, competitors are not allowed to wear underwear beneath their trousers,[10][11][12] which must allow the ferrets free access from one leg to the other,[5] and the ferrets must have a full set of teeth that must not have been filed or otherwise blunted.[9] The winner is the person who lasts the longest.[13][14]
Conversation with the world record holder:
"The ferrets must have a full mouth o' teeth," Reg Mellor said as he fiddled with his belt., "No filing of the teeth; no clipping. No dope for you or the ferrets. You must be sober, and the ferrets must be hungry-- though any ferret'll eat yer eyes out even if he isn't hungry. So then, lad. Any more questions 'fore I poot a few down for ye?"
"Yes, Reg."
"Ay, whoot then?"
"Well, Reg," I said. "I think people in America will want to know. Well -- since you don't wear any protection -- and, well, I've heard a ferret can bite your thumb off. Do they ever -- you know?"
Reg's stiff mustache arched toward the ceiling under a sly grin. "You really want to know what they get up to down there, eh?" Reg said, looking for all the world like some workingman's Long John Silver. "Well, take a good look." Then Reg Mellor let his trousers fall around his ankles.
"So look close," he said again.
I did look, at an incredible tattoo of a zaftig woman on Reg's thigh. His legs appeared crosshatched with scars. But I refused to "look close."
"Come on, Reg," I said. "Do they bite your -- you know?"
""Do they!" he thundered with irritation as he pulled up his pants. "Why, I've had 'em hangin' from me tool for hours an' hours an' hours! Two at a time -- one on each side. I been swelled up big as that!" Reg pointed to a five-pound can of instant coffee."
http://www.wesjones.com/ferret.htm full interview (it is hilarious- his rant about how he isn't too old for sex is classic)
I think we should talk about Ferret Legging http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferret_legging
In the sport of ferret legging, competitors tie their trousers at the ankles before placing two ferrets inside and securely fastening their belts to prevent the ferrets from escaping.[2] Each competitor then stands in front of the judges for as long as he can.[8] Competitors cannot be drunk or drugged, nor can the ferrets be sedated.[9] In addition, competitors are not allowed to wear underwear beneath their trousers,[10][11][12] which must allow the ferrets free access from one leg to the other,[5] and the ferrets must have a full set of teeth that must not have been filed or otherwise blunted.[9] The winner is the person who lasts the longest.[13][14]
Conversation with the world record holder:
"The ferrets must have a full mouth o' teeth," Reg Mellor said as he fiddled with his belt., "No filing of the teeth; no clipping. No dope for you or the ferrets. You must be sober, and the ferrets must be hungry-- though any ferret'll eat yer eyes out even if he isn't hungry. So then, lad. Any more questions 'fore I poot a few down for ye?"
"Yes, Reg."
"Ay, whoot then?"
"Well, Reg," I said. "I think people in America will want to know. Well -- since you don't wear any protection -- and, well, I've heard a ferret can bite your thumb off. Do they ever -- you know?"
Reg's stiff mustache arched toward the ceiling under a sly grin. "You really want to know what they get up to down there, eh?" Reg said, looking for all the world like some workingman's Long John Silver. "Well, take a good look." Then Reg Mellor let his trousers fall around his ankles.
"So look close," he said again.
I did look, at an incredible tattoo of a zaftig woman on Reg's thigh. His legs appeared crosshatched with scars. But I refused to "look close."
"Come on, Reg," I said. "Do they bite your -- you know?"
""Do they!" he thundered with irritation as he pulled up his pants. "Why, I've had 'em hangin' from me tool for hours an' hours an' hours! Two at a time -- one on each side. I been swelled up big as that!" Reg pointed to a five-pound can of instant coffee."
http://www.wesjones.com/ferret.htm full interview (it is hilarious- his rant about how he isn't too old for sex is classic)