Still, you've got to admit it's better than being an earthworm diddler.

/Oooh. Hook me up!

Not impressed
/hot though, GROOVY

No such thing as an earthworm fiddler on the roof.

/Is there?

Seraphim84: Not impressed
/hot though, GROOVY

Curse you.

Thakh: Seraphim84: Not impressed
/hot though, GROOVY

Curse you.

I too was hoping to be the first to raise this topic...

My dad (a biology teacher) took my mother on a date that included earthworm fiddling and fishing. She was unimpressed.

I was trying to figure out how the earthworm was going to press the strings.

Mike Rowe seen running to the scene......

/DNRTFA
//should I have done so?

Sopchoppy!

/Sopchoppy?
//Sopchoppy!!

Live close to Sopchoppy, went worm grunting one time, we just hammered post into the ground though..

FTFA:
Then things get really get weird.

The writer got really weird, redundantly speaking.

Why doesn't he just set up a worm composting bin? I've got one in my basement and always have worms coming out my ears (so to speak). Fabulous amounts of worms go into my garden every summer. Plus there's worm tea and also the worm dirt they produce, both of which he could be selling on the side. And he wouldn't have to go out to the woods to find 'em, just open the bin and scoop 'em out.

/ worm tea is delicious
// if you're a plant

Squirm (1976)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8fDuDxscbY (pops)

Old Michael walked past the pet shop - which was never open - into the park - which was never closed. And in the park was a very smooth, clean green grass. So Michael took off all his clothes, and began rubbing his flesh into the wet, clean green grass. He accompanies himself with a little tune...it went like this...

Beneath the ground, the dirty brown writhing things, called worms, interpreted the pitter-patter from above as rainfall. Rainfall in worm-world means two things: mating and bathtime. Both of these experiences were found thoroughly enjoyable to the worm colony...simultaneously. And within seconds, the entire surface of the park was a mass of dirty, brown, soggy, writhing forms. He was still pleased, Old Michael, and he began whistling a tune this time, to accompany himself. It went like this...

Jerusalem Boogie to us perhaps, but to the birds it meant that SUPPER WAS READY!

/A flower?

Disapproves

And their son "Slap". Was he born in Alaska? I realize it is the south, but don't they stick with Bubba?

Kneeling in the dirt at dawn, Revell buries the stob 15 inches deep in the topsoil. Grasping the heavy iron roop with both hands, he leans his weight against the stob and commences a passionate rubbing.

The roop-on-stob collaboration produces the Sopchoppy Symphony, which has been performed in a remote section of Florida for more than a century.

Dear Penthouse Letters,
I never thought your stories about the Sopchoppy Symphony were real. But just last week I took a rafting trip with Warren Beatty, and we met some colorful local residents who said I had a real pretty stob...

iamscotto sez:

No such thing as an earthworm fiddler on the roof.

Unless you have a sod-roof house. GIS.

Cool video. I had heard of worm grunting, but could not fathom the method based on their description. Now I know.

Haven't we all fiddled our earthworms?

MadManMoon: Old Michael walked past the pet shop - which was never open - into the park - which was never closed. And in the park was a very smooth, clean green grass. So Michael took off all his clothes, and began rubbing his flesh into the wet, clean green grass. He accompanies himself with a little tune...it went like this...

Beneath the ground, the dirty brown writhing things, called worms, interpreted the pitter-patter from above as rainfall. Rainfall in worm-world means two things: mating and bathtime. Both of these experiences were found thoroughly enjoyable to the worm colony...simultaneously. And within seconds, the entire surface of the park was a mass of dirty, brown, soggy, writhing forms. He was still pleased, Old Michael, and he began whistling a tune this time, to accompany himself. It went like this...

Jerusalem Boogie to us perhaps, but to the birds it meant that SUPPER WAS READY!

/A flower?

Hold the earthworms and pass the carpet crawlers.

Fiddling while loam burns?

/call this guy Nelo

I_Am_Weasel: Still, you've got to admit it's better than being an earthworm diddler.

/Oooh. Hook me up!

That's what I first thought...

shellks: And their son "Slap". Was he born in Alaska? I realize it is the south, but don't they stick with Bubba?

FTFA, "With his son Snap". Yes, Palinesque.

shellks: And their son "Slap"

Snap.

Cousin Eddie?

/much much better than kiddie fiddler

iamscotto: No such thing as an earthworm fiddler on the roof.

/Is there?

Only on Wheel of Fortune and sometimes Jeopardy "Before and After"

Holy Foxfire, Baitman.
/sound it out.
//Master; To be in control of.
///Bait: A small worm.

Slap,Snap...I bet there is a brother...or a sister.

Jeezum Crow: Yes, Sopchoppy. Amazingly, if you ever run across the Peter Bogdanovich film Nickelodeon, they mention the town several times. God knows why, but they do.

MindStalker: Define close. My family lives about 3 miles outside of town.

Muad'Dib is not impressed.

RabaDat: Muad'Dib is not impressed.

Some days, I think I'm the only person who has watched that movie. Thanks for keeping me company.

/I might still be the only person who liked it...

Djonin Stark: Not that great a movie, the book is pretty good tho.