Bawdy Puns

Ah, Episode 6, we've made it to the half-way point in the series. and thus, In the grand tradition of last week's episode we'll be decoding the list of Canadian cultural references for another week. This episode felt lighter compared to last week, but there's still things to comment on, Away we go.

Celebrities Come To Call

Thomas Green: Actor, Rapper, Comedian, Podcast host, and ADD/ADHD Educator

Mary Green (Via Telephone): Mother of Tom Green, and frequent guest/ victim of his antics on the Tom Green Show.

Crystal: Canadian born UK Drag Race top 6 contestant

Rumail

Ru this week drew inspiration from of all things the 2018 Canadian Motor Vehicle Collision Statistics to insinuate some rather naughty innuendo.

Inspired by Ru's references to traffic violations, and other legal wrong doing, there is a law known as the "Apology Act" which exists because of our cultural habit to say 'Sorry' after just about everything. this law amounts to saying Sorry is no longer considered an admission of legal guilt during an incident.

Mini-Challenge

JBC made mention of *69(Nice), which along with being a bawdy pun, was in the long-long-ago times a method of calling a number back before such functions were built into the telephone. and speaking of phones, Canadian inventor Alexander Graham Bell (at the time a British subject living in Canada) patented an early form of the telephone. though like many early devices there's some controversy over it since he based his invention on the works of others. most people simplify it as just giving him the credit.

u/mylaex has added: >I'm a little too sure that Jimbo's psychic look and attitude (aside from the Pan's labyrinth hands) was a nod to famous French Canadian psychic Jojo Savard.

>https://youtu.be/ZDPqZGuISOU

Main Challenge Prep

Originally, Personal Injury Lawyers were not freely permitted to advertise on Canadian Media unlike their American counterparts, it was in 1987 that the Law Society of Upper Canada began to change their rules to allow for such practices, however it wasn't until after 2000 that advertising

My father died in March of this past year. I had been taking care of him, got him set up in a nice Hospice (I used to do Hospice volunteer work and it really is a beautiful care philosophy).  My dad was a really outgoing and gregarious guy: he was, like, the King of Contacts, and would always keep in touch with family and friends (and friends of friends) for years and years.  Like, here’s the most quintessentially-Dad story:  He looked up his 4th-grade English teacher on Facebook—failing to find her, he messaged someone with the same name in their hometown, to ask if there’s any relation.  Turns out, it was his English teacher’s granddaughter, who he became such good friends/penpals with, that she ended up inviting him to her wedding, some 1,300 miles away.  And he actually WENT.  And while he was there, he helped one of the groomsmen with his resume and cover letter, and gave him phone numbers of some people he knows in his field.  This story is so very HIM, that the only surprising part of it is that he didn’t give a speech at the reception.  (He probably did, actually, and just didn’t tell me that part.)

So, because my dad was such a connected person, I tried so hard to keep that going for him towards the end of his life.  I arranged a big "Pre-morial" /"living funeral" celebration for him last December, reaching out to tons of friends and family; and him working on planning it really helped him accept his death.  He got to pick the music—songs he’d written and songs he loved—and basically write his own eulogy.  Since my dad would give speeches at any conceivable occasion, this was very appropriate.  There was a podium, and I gave a speech, deliberately written in his own writing-style (Gene Sheppard meets Stephen King), that was full of memories and jokes and sentiment, and people laughed out loud and teared up and I made it through with only barely crying.  I got other people to come up and say things, too.  (Best line of the day goes to my boyfriend, towards the end of the premorial:  “I’ve been listening to all these stories and I have to say, I am surprised and impressed with just how MANY of the women here have slept with Wheel_Redbarrow's dad….and are so willing to tell stories about it!”)  I’d also set up a little box for people to give him letters and notes in case they didn’t feel up to making a speech.

I helped manage his steady stream of visitors and well-wishers at the Hospice House—I’d taken grief-counseling training along with 11th-

A sense of humor is something good to have, especially during tough times. Around the same time King Tomasz is in the process of putting down the small Vlach shepherd revolts in the kingdom, there is a group of college-educated men who meet in this one inn, the Axe and Fiddle in Boda. These men are predominantly playwrights and writers, and they also have a particular sense of style. They wear large, colorful jackets, doublets, and long wigs. They also have a particular way with words and humor; this gives their little group the title of The Great Onghar Wits.

The Wits make a habit of showing up at performances, even ones written by each other, to basically roast them with clever wordplay and innuendo. While they certainly have enough money to take balcony seats at the plays they frequent, they still take up with the groundlings below to partake in a bit of drink and roast.

Some notable gentlemen who have gained the title of Wit include:

• Sergiu Feltaran: An illegitimate son of the House of Taran, Sergiu was known for his extremely sexually explicit poetry. Despite his status, he fathered a number of illegitimate children himself, with a number of mistresses. One of his most well-known poems, The Curse of Drink, is about someone (or himself) failing to perform sexually due to being too drunk.

• Vilmos Razlandsza, a playwright, is best known as the writer of a satirical play known as the Two Gentlemen of Makedon, a play that pokes fun at various national stereotypes (including Onghars and Vlachs themselves) but ends with a surprisingly profound discussion of the masks people wear and the content of one's character beyond the labels put upon them.

• Laszlo Erdeleszky is considered the father of the roast. He was infamous for his inappropriate yet very well-crafted comments during plays. He was banned from a few stages simply because his comments during plays would steal the show. He wrote several treatises, including one bawdy, pun-filled one on the resemblance between tuica plums and buttocks. He also wrote a play, The King of Cats and the Shepherd Mice, a slapstick-filled affair that parodied the Vlach revolts and made a couple jokes at King Tomasz's expense. This play actually landed Erdeleszky in jail for a few months with a pending execution, until the king released him and sup

Hello world.

I know there’s such a fat chance that I will find anything here with substance. I’m starting to think that substance is purely imagined and I’ll spend the rest of my life flitting from one aborted beginning to the next. It’s a lonely concept and I hope I’m wrong. I fell in love once and it left me broken. I got married once and it left me broke. I have friends who love me, even though I talk too loudly and fill up a room. Maybe they love me because of those things. I like food and drink and bawdy puns. I want a connection devoid of ego. I want to have a relationship with someone because we both really want to be there and show up by choice, let’s not place demands on each other when we’re still essentially strangers. Let’s take it slow, or quick, or not at all. Neither of us are less if we don’t spark. I want spark! I want to wake up in the morning excited to look at my phone, to know someone like I know myself, to feel on fire and completely at ease. I want that thing we all want, I guess.

So! I have some guidelines, if you want to respond. I’m goofy and immature and informal af, but I’m a grown ass lady, so 27 and up please. And have a job. It doesn’t have to be anything amazing, lord knows I’ve never been particularly professionally ambitious, but I can take care of myself, and you should be able to too. I’m tall, I don’t super care if you are, but don’t be weird about it. I am attractive, fun and intelligent, I don’t really lack for male interest (What woman does? Man alive, you guys.). What I’m missing are men who interest me. I tend to have offbeat tastes both physically and personality-wise, and no particular type. So, just have some confidence -- even if it’s feigned -- and the ability to carry a conversation that doesn’t read like an interview. Be open-minded and tender-hearted. I can hang with nerds to an extent, but I’m Saturday night drinking on my couch or dragged out with friends rather than Saturday night at the magic tournament. I like tattoos and music and going the distance for a joke. I’m affectionate as hell and want to make out a ton, so not too much beard. Bad breath is the worst! Keep your hygiene on the up-and-up. I don’t mind a little dirty, I’ve been known to skip a shower or two, but know the line! I’m rambling. I’m lonely. It’s Monday.

IN SUMMATION! If you are a functioning and not unattractive adult member of society who is also a little weird and wants an entertaining lady friend whose moments of being compl

I think there was a haunted house involved. I would have seen this on vhs in the late 80s.

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So I am from the French band PRH and as a Christmas gift, I will let every one of you ask me anything about my work, among which are songs like Cheval Tribal, Douze à la Partouze and La Moule et la Moula. Ask me anything !

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comparative adjective: bawdier

dealing with sexual matters in a comical way; humorously indecent.