Dick Dynasty deluxe Wild Dick Caller, as seen on TV

The Dick Dynasty deluxe Wild Dick Caller, as seen on television, which Phil Robinson says is practically guaranteed to attract wild dick. 'Shooped by Boing Boing reader Tom Blanton, shared in the Boing Boing Flickr Pool.

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  1. left says:

    wow-that's rather crass. I kind of expected more from you guys, regardless of how idiotic his behavior was

  2. Gee I don't think it's nearly as crass as having that imitation hillbilly talk his ignorant trash about my life. He's an artificially created celebrity to who caters to the lowest common denominator and is given a national stage to act on. I think Dick Dynasty is pretty innocuous in comparison. Crass might be my description of where I'd like to stick that wooden dildo so old Phil could make some meaningful noise. But Hey that's just me, an old gay man who is fed up with holier-than-thou jerks.

  3. Wow, how crass and immature. Not like my Duck Dynasty homoerotic fan fiction, which is tasteful and thought-provoking.

    Uncle Si leaned over the work table, tea-cup balanced in his delicate hands. "My god, Godwin, that's the biggest dang duck call I've ever seen. You gonna sell a million of those at the Wal-Mart™."

    Godwin grinned, knowingly. "You should see it in action," he said, suggestively. Pursing his lips he grasped the tea-cup from Si's long, bony fingers. Running his tongue around the edge of the blue plastic cup he took a swig, keeping his eyes squarely on the older man watching him intently. "Mmmm... It's sweet. Just like you, Si." Si smiled and reached in his pocket. "I have a coupon for a free dinner for two at Cracker Barrel™, would you care to join me?" Godwin grinned. "We can eat at the Cracker Barrel™ any time. Right now I just want to eat ... You." Si reached for his belt. "Ok then."

    ...

    Under Armour™ duds flung over a forklift; RealTree™ camo-clothes strewn among a spilled box of Massive Mallard Duck Calls™; Si and Godwin made passionate hard love like a pair of angry beavers in heat. Collapsing in a heap of sweat, grease and Jack-Link's™, they cuddled like a pair of tuckered out teddy bears. Si nuzzled Godwin's beard, whispering, "This was a good idear. But I hope my brother Phil doesn't find out. He thinks this sinful!" Godwin sneered "That old coot couldn't shoot his own ass with a Savage Arms™ shotgun. I wouldn't worry 'bout him." They closed their eyes, kissed, and fell asleep.

    Unknown to them both, a pair of beady glowering eyes peered at them through a crack among the piles of the Duck Diggler Woodman MegaCall™ boxes. Phil was confused; upset... and most of all turned on.

    More coming in part 2.

  4. It's not always about trying to influence people to not be homophobes. Sometimes it's just about coping. Humor is a great coping mechanism.

    I don't want to live my life in fighting mode all the time. I don't want to be an activist 24/7 because I'm gay. I don't want to have to carefully parse my words all the time lest I lose a "convert" and then be blamed for my own oppression. That's no way to live. I need to laugh sometimes.

  5. OMG, someone on the Internet has a sense of humor that's different from yours?!

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