WAVing Our Dicks at The Movies
By Paul St. Fakename, Esq. and Rob Reuter
Editors' note: Like most of you, we feel there are several motion pictures that have enriched our lives, made us think, and given us catchphrases to howl at our friends while drinking Mad Dog 20/20.
However, we have noticed that most of those cherished lines change radically in meaning when a just few words are changed, not unlike when you play The Woody Game (The Woody Game: Replace one of the words in any song title with "Woody." Try it. We'll wait.).
Below are the results of what happens when two drunks with a microphone decide they must wallow crazily in copyright infringement.
Editor's Update, 2003: When we introduced this piece, WAV files were the norm for digital home sound recordings. Since then, several streaming alternatives have become available that use a lot less bandwidth. This is important, since we want our readers to have a good experience reading this crappy little rag, and because, since the dot-com crash, our Web providers have punted their contract with us and started charging us for bandwidth.
I was ready to ask Ken MacDonald to have the filthy, treacherous bastards keelhauled, until I remembered that all my domain information is out of date, and therefore I can't move the site without showing Verisign significant proof of identity. And let's face it, not only am I a lazy, lazy man, but I haven't had an ID with my real name on it since 1988.
Therefore, all these clips are now presented in MP3 format. Yeah, I know; the title still says "WAV" in it, but you try coming up with something clever, and yet dirty, with "MP3."
Main Archive Table of Contents
September, 1999 Issue Table of Contents
Tae'd Up Legend of Ken MacDonald Carving up Celebrities
Month in Pictures Squinty the Monkey
Blair Jerk Project WAVing Our Dicks Virus Warning
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