Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

I am a Conk Honk Ronk I Sonk Tonk I A Nonk

  • Henryk_

    is there an echo in here?

  • Henryk_

    I am a Conk Honk Ronk I Sonk Tonk I A Nonk…..can someone decypher this (?)Mormon code.( be lucky to find anyone awake at this ungodly hour!

  • Henryk_

    I am a Conk Honk Ronk I Sonk Tonk I A Nonk…..can someone decypher this (?)Mormon code.( be lucky to find anyone awake at this ungodly hour!

  • Henryk_

    Fiddle!?….reminds me of Tommy

  • Henryk_

    It’s still double dutch to me!

  • Henryk_

    It’s still double dutch to me!

  • I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier, but Heather, there was a mention of you in Thursdays Detroit Free Press. I was sitting in a Subway restaurant eating my lunch, I opened the front section and there was a quote from you, right on the inside cover!

  • Ms.Chievous

    After my Religion 201 course in college…I finally understand the problem the rest of the world (and my ex-mormon atheist ass) has with Conk Honk Ronk I Sonk Tonk I A Nonkers.
    Amen.

  • kim

    Attention all geeks that attended church and/or band camp:

    I have got you all beat. I went to FIDDLE CAMP. In NASHVILLE, TN.

    I AM THE ULTIMATE IN GEEKINESS!

  • Andrea BT – I’m late in the game, but I know that song! My best friend as a child was a RLDS chick. I went to freaky fake Mormon camp with her a few times, and we sang this all the time. Had different lyrics though:

    Oh, you can’t get to heaven
    In a putt-putt car
    Cause a putt-putt car
    Won’t putt that far.
    I ain’t a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.

    Oh, you can’t get to Heaven
    In dirty jeans
    Cause the Lord ain’t got
    No washing machines
    I ain’t a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.

    I can’t decide if the Reorganized Church of Latter Day Saints weirder than the original…

  • Coming in from a whole ‘nother parking place…in one of DOF’s magazines I read an article about a company which Encourages any and all employees to write weblogs.

    http://blogs.sun.com/roller/

    doesn’t look like anyone will be fired very soon

  • word to big bird, yo!

    man it’s already eleven.. WHERE DI THE WEEKEND GO!?

    happy monday, yo!

    (:3

  • *HONK HONK HONK HONKY-TONK HONK*

    That is all.

  • Susie, you’re so nice. I love you, man!

  • I love both of you too, man. Men.

  • My computer is about to crash. The only screen I can pull up right now is Dooce. What’s up with that? I’ll see you later.

  • Uh, yea, you both look real nice

    (anybody know mrtl’s next of kin? we could have a sit-u-a-tion here…)

  • (I’m not drunk. I had a beer, but I’m not drunk. I swear! Just losing my mind.)

  • Please ignore her. She’s always trying to start shit.

  • Disorderly comments lead to all sorts of confusion…

    drunk and disorderly comments, even moreso

  • lol – Susie, that was to my imaginary friend, not you.

    Thanks!

  • Who, me?

  • You know you were talking to Susie. Why you lie?

  • Shut up, bitch!

  • and mrtl, you looked damn good doing it!

  • Hey mrtl, that sounds like a lot of fun. Loser.

  • HONK!

  • Aw Christ.

  • Ryan, the only streaking experience I’ve had was right here, during a wine-induced frenzy. Yes, I streaked the Dooce comment section.

  • I never went to camp. I never sang the songs. I never had streaking experiences across the campgrounds. I never wore floating arm-boueys.

    I escaped that fiery fate only narrowly.

  • Am I the only person here who never went to camp? (No – I didn’t read all the comments today, and I’m not going to, dammit! The Dooce vortex sucks away more time than an electrolux does dust bunnies.)

  • Squish

    very, that is.

  • I haven’t read comments yet, but I think we’re talking about camp songs…

    Boy do I have good one….

    “Oh, just plant a little watermelon on my grave, and let the juice

    “ssllss” “ssllss”

    tickle through.

    Just plant a little watermelon,
    that’s all I ask of you.

    Now, the taste of fried chicken
    is mighty mighty fine
    but there’s nothing any sweeter
    than a watermelon RII-IND!

    So… Just…
    plantalittlewatermelononmygrave and let the juice

    “ssllss” “ssllss”

    trickle through.”

    Hey!! It was fun at my, ummmm….10 (TEN) years of camp in Athens, GA.

    Yeah, I am a redneck. : )

  • HONK!!

  • Squish

    I’m glad someone pointed the code out. That’s really vey cool.

  • TS Eliot

    Industrial hell
    or radio

    Melange of Real
    it says below

  • Oh whoops. NEvermind, I scrolled a lot slower this time.

    Some people DO get it.

  • Hmm, does no one else Gonk E Tonk I Tonk???

  • AHA!! I found it, thank you Google!

    Sons of the sea, bobbin up and down like this.
    Sailing the ocean, bobbin’ up and down like this.
    Oh, you can build a ship my lad, bobbin’ up and down like this.

    Sons of the sea, hitching up your pants and
    bobbin’ up and down like this.
    Sailing the ocean, hitching up your pants and
    bobbin’ up and down like this.
    Oh, you can build a ship my lad, hitching up your pants and
    bobbin’ up and down like this.

    ………..swabbing up the decks,
    hitching up your pants and
    bobbin’ up and down like this.

    ………..hoisting up the sail,
    swabbing up the decks,
    hitching up your pants, and
    bobbin’ up and down like this.

    …….rowing the boat,
    hoisting up the sail,
    swabbing up the decks,
    hitching up your pants and
    bobbin’ up and down like this.

    …..barfing over the rail,
    rowing the boat,
    hoisting up the sail,
    swabbing up the decks,
    hitching up your pants and
    bobbin’ up and down like this.

    I hated that goddamn song, cause we’d stomp and bob and sway and the girl next to me invariably bumped me and stomped on my feet and srayed mouthfuls of smores all over me. Am I the only person in America who ever got into a fistfight at Girl Scout Camp?

    -MiS

  • I remember a song from Girl Scout camp that talked about
    Swabbin the Decks and something about some kind of ship, and we’d stomp and swish and do crazy things like that.

    And then we’d sing about Jeeee-SUS! (with the accent on the “sus” and a reverent, fervent, crazy look in our eyes.)
    We’d raise our hands in the air and close our eyes and sway, and I, being an agnostic or atheist or whatever would laugh at them.

    Ah, good times.

    -MiS

  • Tanya

    You do take some amazing pictures. 🙂

  • Yay, thank you!

  • mango

    It’s still funny, though, I get on to the puter to recover, go to Dooce, and find more Good Dog, Carl stories to recover from.
    Maybe you had to be there.

  • mango

    Serendipity —

    My second son’s Godmother was telling me about these books last night, how these books are her favourites. I was too busy clutching the table in horror at the fancy restaurant we had taken her to.

    So why did we choose her? We didn’t. I’m Jewish, we don’t have Gdparents. She chose him. Which is fine. The fact that he’s 17 helps. YELP.

  • TexaRican

    Saralynnmo:

    “…the cutest boy I ever saw
    was sippin’ ci-dee-i-dee-ider through a straw.

    And now and then
    that straw would slip
    and we’d sip ciiiiiider lip to lip.
    And now and then that straw would slip, and we’d sip ci-dee-i-dee-ider lip to lip.

    That’s how I got
    my mother-in-law
    from sippin’ ciiider through a straw.
    That’s how I got my mother-in-law
    from sippin’ ci-dee-i-dee-ider through a straw.”

    Wow, it’s scary the things I remember! 🙂

  • “I am a Christian”…oh, my, I didn’t even get it until I read somebody’s else comment.

    Where is my mind?

  • Oooh camp songs!

    Kumbaya……….

    or

    There’s a hole in the bucket, dear liza, dear liza, there’s a whole in the bucket, dear liza, a hole.
    Wellll fix it, dear henry, dear henry, well fix it, dear henry. Dear henry, well fix it.

    With what shall I fix it, dear liza…

    etc etc ad nauseum, ad nauseum…

  • all ya heard was poppa dont hit me no mo

  • HONK!

  • Wait! Susie! What’s the rest of that song, the cutest boy? Haven’t heard it since I was 15.