Don’t hate me for this.

My sister buys and sells glass and ceramics, sometimes on eBay. She sent me this. Now I’m sending it to you. If you’re singing it in your head for the rest of the day, well, you’ve got company.

Nice big jugs, the video.

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9 responses to “Don’t hate me for this.”

  1. brian stouder said on April 4, 2008 at 11:45 am

    For some reason, when I saw Nice Big Jugs I immediately thought of Ahsley, and got a laugh! – the artfully deft touch of Madame Telling Tales, evident once again!

    I have a digression about a subset of people that one sees at (say) WalMart, or at the dollar movie, which I was reminded of by the prison post (there is a bus stop at the WalMart we frequent, hence the association) – but maybe next week, eh?

    (hint – look at the ears)

    http://www.envirecon.com/loessinherefords.htm

  2. Mindy said on April 4, 2008 at 12:31 pm

    Hate you? Why, no. You’ve saved my day with this. Tonight I must keep a dinner date that I cannot escape with a couple I don’t want to see socially. The guy happens to have a very nice sailboat on Lake Erie and is often embarrassing to be around because he stares women in the cleavage. His lady friend dresses her nice big jugs accordingly in low-cut tops. This little tune is going to put a smile on my face and get me through the evening. Thanks.

  3. leslie said on April 4, 2008 at 1:58 pm

    On the contrary (in the immortal words of the Partridge Family), I think I love you.
    (And Mindy’s story makes it even better.)

  4. nancy said on April 4, 2008 at 2:13 pm

    Ha! Good one, Mindy.

    I’m more struck by the guy. Here he is, a sailor in the Navy, pulls a hitch in the Mediterranean, and on his shore leave manages to buy two enormous pieces of glass that he somehow, miraculously, gets home in one piece.

    Then he joins the opera.

    You think the Village People were right?

  5. WhiteBeard said on April 4, 2008 at 2:32 pm

    During my early newspaper years, the news people had a float in the community parade in Sault Ste. Marie Canada and I was on the float dressed as Herman Munster with full face mask. Beside me was a very full-breasted reporter and she was dressed as Lily “Mrs. Munster” and was holding a sign that said “The Magnificent Pair” and she did not, may I use the word “grasp” the other meaning until halfway down the parade route and started to hit me with the sign.
    As an aside, I did wear the rubber Herman Munster mask and when I went into the local pub for a beer. The inebriated man at the next stool said I had the ugliest face he had ever seen. When I replied that I thought I was quite handsome, he left, muttering “I got to stop drinking this much.”

  6. michaelj said on April 4, 2008 at 6:58 pm

    There are perils deeper than Davey Jones’ locker from watching Monty too much. Also, jugs are one thing, but didn’t y’all ever go to a Polynesian themed restaurant where they had the nets and blown-glass floats. Given viral nature, somebody’s going to desecrate an AC/DC classic with a pirate video, and it won’t be Gilbert and Sullivan. What’ll be next, amphorae? And how will men respond? Test tubes, beakers, retorts? I guess that’ll depend on the level of confidence. But, I mean, even asscrack plumbers know their are male and female fittings.

    But I’m all for ‘answer songs’. Otherwise we’d never have heard Queen of the House.

  7. michaelj said on April 4, 2008 at 7:29 pm

    And aside from anthropologically, how did huge jugs get to be obsessively sexually attractive? Large external mammaries=fecundity and successful continuance of a genetic line. Pretty unevolved.

    But anybody with a brain knows the mammalian antecedent is nonsense. So is this some brain-dead and drooling male infantilism? Champagne glass, sounds good. Flutes perfectly delectable. Hardly any at all? No problem, looks like an athlete. Gigunda, okay. Never met a pair I didn’t like if I liked the woman attached to them.

    Whence this idiotic obsession. I hope this isn’t offensive, but I’ve seen lots, and none was like any other, and when I saw them, I liked every single one, or (more properly) both. Good grief. What’s the basis of the obsession? I guess this could get me thrown out of the He-Man Woman Haters Clubhouse.

    Legs are a different story entirely.

  8. Dexter said on April 4, 2008 at 10:27 pm

    “We have your Little Brown Jug, come up and win it,”
    Not to be Mister Killbuzz on the funny jugs theme, but if you even vaguely like Michigan football, or Minnesota Golden Gopher football, you’ll love this story . I’m such an M-nut I have a brick in the plaza at Gate 31, Michigan Stadium , with my name and a clever ditty I authored engraved on it.
    I searched with failure as a result for an mp3 to link, with Tommy Roberts reading the story of The Little Brown Jug trophy. I did find a written account of the story:

    http://media.www.michigandaily.com/media/storage/paper851/news/2003/10/10/Sports/1903-Team.Manager.Tells.Tale.Of.The.jug-1419301.shtml

  9. michaelj said on April 4, 2008 at 10:29 pm

    I’d like to amend my statement. Rechere, I’ve never seen gigundas in real life, only in photos. Not so hot. But it’s like what Wyclef says, shake what yo mama gave you. I still don’t get the entire idea.

    I’ve seen girls victimized with taunts and inuendoe for having big boobs in 5th grade. And of course, for not having discernible boobs. I thought it unfair to the girls and spectacularly stupid for the boys.

    So there’s disfiguring surgery. Or normal beauties with normal breasts. I just figure the other half of the human race is mostly glgdeous, one way or another. What the hell?

    So now, Keith Olbermann militates, humiliates, invents, badgers, etc. (and then he’s so disconnected he makes fun of Rendell claiming Fox has been balanced when he hasn’t, remotely.) I’ve got to think this has more to do with what’s swingin’ in the u-trou, or some ur-myth about the bitch that needs dominating.

    Anyway, y’all hurry to pandora.com and tell them your favorite band. Nothing in the history of the internets, has ever been so fun, and it’s free. Told me almost immediately after I said Led, I’d like Highway to Hell. Well, I do, but what was that connection? On the other hand, I said Van Morrison and I got back Rain Street (so gorgeos it’sheartbreakibd) and the Dropkick Murphsy. Brilliant concatenation. Squeeze gives you XTC and Nick Lowe, so I guess they’re onto something. I’m going to try Hasil Atkins.