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PODCASTING DAY

Podcasting Day: Unintentional Dark Comedies with Jason Pargin 🌭

Jason Pargin’s new book is available now! It’s called Zoey is Too Drunk for this Dystopia and you can buy it! Here! But even more urgently, he’s on this week’s Dogg Zzone 9000 to talk about absolutely silly shit. Not ordinary silly shit, though; unintended silly shit. We each brought very serious movies to discuss, all of them made by talented filmmakers, and then present our cases for how they were accidentally comedies.

Listen here or wherever you get podcasts.

Footnotes:

To follow along at home, you’ll need to cut out and assemble your Poxco Whoopsie Zany Funglasses included with every Dogg Zzone 9000 Podcast Footnotes:

To see Seanbaby’s example, put them on now.

Seanbaby chose Dragged Across Concrete, a fascinatingly miserable movie he’s already written about in great detail. The filmmaker, racist, took an 11 minute break from the gritty crime drama to invent his own mommy emotional disorder so we’d be extra upset when he explodes a bank teller’s fingers and head and then cuts to a reaction shot of a man in whiteface.

Take off your glasses, wait don’t, now.

Jason’s pick was We Need to Talk About Kevin, a movie about a real jerk made by someone who has no idea how bows and arrows work. That’s not an editorial, that’s from the poster:

Brockway chose a classic of the genre– the highest achievement unintentional hilarious cinema may ever achieve. It was, of course, the dude who got slapped into a thousand cartwheels by one of the Titanic’s propellers:

Supporters of our Patreon, and hopefully that’s you since it’s the only way we make money, can tune into the bonus podcast where Brockway and Jason square off in a Seanbaby’s Book Game. We read from 1003 Ways to Stay Young, a book too stupid for anyone to predict, but these men are veterans. They’ve become tidbit wizards. They not only found the exact moment the author lost her mind, they threw out the rules and made up their own impossible win conditions. And then they achieved them tog– you know what? I’ve said too much. Buy Jason’s book!

Footnotes footnote: We have so much great stuff coming in from our all-star cast of writers that starting next week, we’re running regular articles on Wednesdays. The podcast schedule won’t change, we are just retiring this method of reminding you, and giving you even more comedy instead. In some parts of ancient Constantinople, it is said people used to show their gratitude for surprise comedy by upping their fucking Patreon pledge.

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UPSETTING DAY

Puppet Week: You Can’t Cheat an Honest Man 🌭

As the fall of Puppet Week encircles us, our only choice left is to die well. To take as many of them with us. But first… the year was 1939, and the world was at war. One of America’s biggest celebrities was a ventriloquist doll and it was the lead in a feature film about a puppeteer swindler betraying a circus to destroy a marriage. I’m not kidding. If I was kidding I’d have said, “If your only friend was a puppet, would his wooden temptation be enough for you to put him, tuxedo and all, into my wife? Could his tiny body hold enough courage for a darkness so wet? Hi, I’m Todd McFarlane, creator of Spawn.” And then I would have included a picture of Todd McFarlane like this:

But no, I’m being serious. The following is Charlie McCarthy’s You Can’t Cheat an Honest Man, more or less exactly as it appeared in theaters 84 years ago. Please enjoy this barely retouched classic.

 

This article was brought to you by our fine sponsor and Hot Dog Supreme: KNM, who through the magic of cyberspace is now pregnant with puppet crabs.

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FUCKING DAY

Fucking Day: Hot Crossed Buns 🌭

Beneath our world lies another– one of forbidden ecstasy. A world where pleasure and pain combine in a ritual too mysterious to understand. The souls lost to it call it by one word: “spanking.” It was spoken of only in orgasmic yelps from shadows until 2010 when one courageous author revealed its secrets. Prepare your soul, and your tender parts for… HOT CROSSED BUNS: A BEGINNER’S GUIDE TO SPANKING.

You might already be thinking, “This is a very unnecessary book.” And you’re right! Spanking is not a complicated or unusual thing. HOT CROSSED BUNS was written by a spank pornographer who thought her lifetime of experience had given her a specialized skill, and she was wrong. This book is like the parent of a terminally sick child writing Chewing Hospital Vending Machine Chips for Novices and Lower. And I’ll say right now there will not be any unexpected twists in this article. An “expert” is going to “teach” us everything she knows and discover, after two pages into a 100 page book, that all spanking knowledge fits on two pages. And speaking of not surprising, here is the author photo she chose for the book jacket:

I love this decision. All books should include pictures of the author’s ass, beaten to a rawness that shows how impish they were during the writing process. When Barack Obama wrote A Promised Land, was he sitting on the pristine buns of a statesman, or a butt just torn apart by leather paddle? It’s fucked up we don’t know.

The first thing the book promises to teach us is “SPANKO LANGUAGE” because when you’re getting the back of your balls beaten you need to know the Spanko phrase for “crush them, coward” and “I am lost, where is Spank embassy?” Seriously, though; it’s adorable there is a secret language for spankers to talk about spanking.

The second thing we’ll be learning is… how to talk about spanking with others? This seems like the first thing. Tasha Lee, I don’t think it’s a good sign you’ve run out of ideas after only one bullet point. Can you even understand me? How do you say “creative bankruptcy” in Spanko? Four minutes of violent ass play? Okay, maybe I see the appeal. She could be doing this on purpose. Let’s move on and see what we’ll be learning after interacting with spankers and interacting with spankers.

God damn it, Tasha.

So Tasha Lee is something called a… s-switch? This is going to sound complicated, but a “switch” is someone who can spank, yet also, and here is the crazy part– get spanked. As you’ll discover later, Tasha isn’t sure about a lot of things, but one thing she is certain about is how the reader wants to get started on their new spanking life only after hearing the fascinating life story of Tasha Lee.

Tasha Lee grew up as a child and went to schools and studied subjects, and well… if you were wondering how unique she is? Um, try very!? As she mentions several times, she’s both unusual and a bit off the beaten path, so I’m sure she won’t make this, our introduction into entry-level kink, all about her.

It’s not a great introduction. After saying nothing of value about herself and less about spanking, she reminds everyone she’s a Switch, a term now being capitalized as its importance in Tasha’s mind grows. Tasha now tries to imagine all the questions you, a spank beginner, must have for her. And in the next section, she tries to answer them.

Tasha, I know you already spend a good amount of time being punished, but this sucks. This isn’t fucking anything. If I asked two people what spanking was like and one said, “fine,” and the other said this, I would say “Thank you for your time, assplay hobbyists; you’ve each been the exact same amount of helpful.”

This waffling gibberish is worse than leaving a blank page. It would have been more helpful if she had written an apology for running out of question ideas. If this was a book report and these words came out of your mouth, I wouldn’t say, “Did you even read the book?” I’d say, “You lying scoundrel, do you even have a butt?”

Q: Why am I still asking you things?

A: It is uncertain as there are aspects of causes ranging from many to various, sometimes none or each. I alone can navigate this uncertainty, as I am a Switch, my cheeks cursed and blessed to quiver between both realms.

Alright, this one is frank and honest advice.

Now that we have some background on the topic, we’re going to move on to Chapter One: “Learning the Language.” But first, let’s see if you can guess how it starts. Based on the depth of insight and expertise you’ve seen so far, how do you think this spanking author opens her chapter on insider spanking terms? Lock in your answer and then scroll down.

You were right! She gave the dictionary definition of the word spanking! At this rate we’ll be ready to begin human bun trials in only 26 months.

The second term is spankers, which is someone who spanks. These can also be called spankos or spankoholics, but that’s probably an inside spanker joke because that’d be so fucking stupid. Not to kink shame, but if you hear someone sincerely claim to be a “spankoholic,” you should shatter their pelvis with hockey sticks like a teen smoker being forced to finish an entire carton of cigarettes. Or love them unconditionally. I don’t know, I don’t know you. It’s totally different for each person. Email is good.

The rest of the words Tasha defines are all commonly used kink terms like BDSM, sadism, masochism, fetish… it would take a truly baffling series of events for this sexual violence instruction manual to end up in your hands without already knowing them. However, the 17th word is one I’ve never seen before:

This is going to get a little complicated, but a switch, sometimes known as a Switch, is a person who can take part in any of the both positions in a spanking. It’s an ability so rare that the author stopped to say, “People don’t normally do this during a definition, but I am this thing, reader. Me, myself: an actual Switch.”

Now that we know the lingo, it’s time to learn some basic orgy etiquette:

Spank beginners, you’re going to often find yourself at spank parties where strangers may be putting on public spank shows. These are called “scenes” in the spank scene, and you’re going to be tempted to jump in there and tickle those feet or rub those heads. This may be a mistake. In fact, depending on where they are in their performance, it might be rude to even ask. If you’re in doubt, listen for subliminal cues in the spanker’s tone. Or try this line: “Ma’am, would you like me to wait until you’ve punished the cum out of your husband before I tickle his feet? The name’s [YOURNAME, YOURCITY, YOURSTATE], and I’m not quite sure I’m pronouncing this right, I’m a spankoholic.”

Tasha spends a few more pages explaining the basics of consent and politeness. We can skip past most of it because if you managed to get to your current location without committing any sex crimes, you already know this stuff. However, there is an important thing you need to know in subsection 7:

Part of what makes me good at my job, besides my… geez, I guess you’d call it a unique and unusual personality (for you see I was a self-proclaimed weirdo in high school), is my ability to spot weak points. Artists have little tells when they’re insecure or narcissistic or need to fuck Uma Thurman’s filthy toes. But it’s rare to see someone expose their issues so nakedly. This is a woman who thought her spanking thing made her special and accidentally entrenched herself in the one community where that wasn’t true anymore. So she had to invent a subset of spanker, or “spanko,” that was, oh my god you guys, so wild a lot of people swear it’s impossible– the Switch. And it’s not that I don’t believe her about a “great debate in spanking circles” over whether Switches truly can exist. These are definitely the kind of nerds who have thoughts on whether Die Hard is a sandwich. I’m saying pull down your pants, let strangers slap your bare ass, and have some dignity, Tasha. In your desperate quest to make “History’s Only Switch” into your personality, you’ve had to create a universe governed by the law that no woman can both swat a butt AND YET ALSO hold her butt still. And if you insist it’s more complicated, which I’m sure you absolutely do, your book proves how easy it is to go from “what is spaaaahn-kiiiiiing?” to “Hero of the Ass Orgy” in 100 huge-fonted pages.

The next section is another one about sex party etiquette.

Honestly, this is her best advice yet. If you’re looking for success at an orgy, step one is to be a lady. The only thing you have to know how to do as a girl is how to say no kindly, which brings Tasha to step two:

When it comes to letting potential spankers down gently, Tasha gives the same advice she always gives. She restates the premise and then makes it about her in an unhelpful way. This is my favorite book, I’ve never seen anything like it.

These are some important medical facts. A good portion of the butt shares a pelvis with the penis, so some of the vibrations may stimula– hold on, wait. What the fuck? This is, like, page 65 and I’m only now getting a boner? Is Tasha suggesting none of the book up to this point was meant to be sexual? I’m supposed to be getting my asshole dominated by a half naked woman in front of all these masturbating strangers for what, exfoliation? Psh, ridiculous.

Next, Tasha goes over some of the most common spanking positions. For instance, couch, chair, chair, etc. This already seemed silly to me since none of this is in my kink zone, but now that I know it’s often not a sex thing, I feel like I’m watching chimpanzees lose their minds in captivity. If these people aren’t fucking, this is just slap fighting with fewer concussions and more side ball.

Chapter Six “Techniques During” surprises us with a cartoon. The man asks who is going to “Top” in their “Scene” and the woman replies “BOTH!” The joke works because it’s hilariously impossible for a person to spank and then also be spanked. Unless… unless maybe someone could, I don’t know, take on one role and then swit– no, such a person would be far too unique. Far too special. It is forbidden, and we must never speak of it.

Next, Tasha helps you establish your spanking goals. You get it. Oh, you don’t? That’s fucking nuts? Okay, I’ll show an example from sub-subsection (c):

Some people go to spank parties for the nonsexual fitness or the barely sexual spinal realignment. Ah, but some have more erotic goals, like seeing a specific color of butt. “Tonight, I shall witness a Sri Lankan ass become exactly magenta,” they vow. If this is you, and I bet it is now, Tasha’s advice for you is, “Everything is different depending on factors, I’m not helpful.”

Maybe you’re at a spank party for the theatrical entertainment? If so, Tasha gives an example of a skit you can perform with your Top or Bottom, or under only the most extremely specific of circumstances, your Either.

Obviously everyone involved in this can fuck themselves to death in Hell. This is a softcore porn parody of a children’s puppet show. Listen, and this is important: if you get aroused from Darth Vader getting teased by a sassy baby, the only ethical thing to do is burn that boner off with a soldering iron. You monster.

Maybe our next spanking goal will be less dark.

Jesus fucking Christ, Tasha. I genuinely don’t know what to say. I guess I agree with you, the author of the book on how to do this, that you shouldn’t recommend this. I knew going into this book I wasn’t the audience for it, but now I worry such an audience doesn’t exist. You need someone so foreign to kink they haven’t heard of spanking and kinky enough to buy a book on it. Someone naive enough to find any of this useful, but experienced enough to know they need to see someone cry. Someone sexually aroused by amateur vaudeville played out on a woman’s ass, but not sexually aroused by anything. And I’m glad I mentioned sex, because in the next section, Tasha is going to tell us what to do in case any of these mundane activities turn to sex (sometimes known as intercourse).

Tasha set out to create a manual for spanking and accidentally wrote How to Act Human at an Orgy for Squid and Other. This might sound arrogant, but I don’t find this advice helpful. If I’m at an ass slapping party and my dick is in a woman, I already know things are getting erotic. And while I have done some academic study on the subject, I wouldn’t consider myself a spanko. If Tasha thinks her readers are this stupid, it’s fucking crazy she is trusting all this sexual violence to their judgment. “This is a whip. It is a rope-like rope used for slapping butts, which are a type of flesh mound for sits and poops. People say my poops are the best they’ve ever seen, I grew up in Milwaukee. Remember to wait for the WALK signal when crossing the street to any spank party, and rip into that naughty brat as hard as you think is right.”

The pages in HOT CROSSED BUNS aren’t numbered, but I estimate we’re at about page 80 when Tasha finally addresses what to do when it’s time for sex. She suggests, if the spanking is going well, to stick it in her on a bed or other soft surface. That’s mostly all there is to it, you’ve got it from there.

In addition to the above, sex and spanking can be linked in another way. For instance, did you know spanking could be used outside of pervert mixers and incorporated into the actual sex? You did? H-how? Okay, I guess you can skip this next part then.

“It’s obvious. You spank while having intercourse.” – A self-proclaimed authority on spanking on “Spanking during sex.”

Chapter Eight, “Implements” goes over the different things you can assault a butt with, and we don’t need to get into it. Tasha spends most of it rewriting the packaging on different sex toys. A fourth grader who remembers most of the Wikipedia entry for “Paddle” would write the exact same book. There was one entry worth mentioning though:

When the reader of your beginner’s guide to spanking is thinking about taking a whip to the vaginas of several new friends, you need to be delicate with your advice. Tasha instead says, “Some ladies love a nice crotch whipping! Others don’t care for it so much. Be gentle, unless that dirty bird wants you to carve her like a turkey. Do your best!” I am learning so much, yet in other ways I am not.

Tasha has some fun ideas on how you can use spanking to celebrate specific events. For example, you could spank on one specific event, or spank on another. She gives five examples of events. “Christmas,” she lists, keeping it in the book.

Tasha also lists some ideas for naughty role playing scenarios. For instance, if you’re playing a Teacher and Student she suggests five scenes including “You failed a test” and “You don’t know your multiplication tables.” Hot! That means one of you is eight! And if you’re playing as Householder and Maid she suggests one scene including “Maid does some cleaning but it is not good cleaning, end of list.” I’m not sure if it’s an act of courage, deceit, or stupidity but after failing to list a second thing she adds, “Obviously the list is endless.”

A lot of people think dressing up in fetish gear and performing erotic roleplay on someone’s private parts has erotic undertones. Others say no. “I don’t fucking know, maybe” guesses the author. And with that, Tasha has shared all she knows about the world of beginner’s spanking and answered your every question. Except maybe… maybe there’s one last thing to put to rest.

You already know what it is.

Some say Tasha is still out there, typing into this same paragraph where she will stay until she has defeated all potential arguments against the existence of Switches. But that’s a story for another butt. For now, take what you’ve learned, find an ass, and tear a nonsexual chunk off that nasty thing, spanko!

This article was brought to you by our fine sponsor and Hot Dog Supreme: Eric Rion, who has to admit that he has no control over his addiction to spankohol.

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PUNCHING DAY

Punching Day: Secrets of Dim Mak 🌭

There are points on a man that, if poked, kill. There are energies that, if harnessed, turn any dainty kitty cat slap into a murder weapon. You are about to learn the secrets of Dim-Mak, a technique known only to ancient tai chi warriors, any acupuncture hobbyist, and everyone who saw the international smash hit Bloodsport. We’re watching Secrets of Dim-Mak: An Instructional Video with Erle Montaigue, shown here and here respectively:

Secrets of Dim-Mak was produced in 1994 by Paladin Press, who made knife fighting books and ninja videos exclusively for maniacs. Most people know them as the publisher who got in trouble for selling a contract killing instruction manual someone fucking used. So if you were wondering who would be irresponsible enough to publish information on how to end any life with a single touch, yes, it was actual murderers. I’m not as careless, though. I’ve encoded all this article’s potentially dangerous gifs so they can only be viewed by licensed holders of a Death Touch Security Card. To get one for yourself, simply press CTRL-P now on any IBM-compatible PC.

Secrets of Dim-Mak: An Instructional Video starts with a threat more dire than any FBI warning. Not only will the strikes in this video kill your heart, brain, and life, they might do it years from now from seemingly unrelated events. It didn’t say “check with your physician before beginning this or any light exercise program,” it said “all you touch will forever be haunted by the specter of our death.” Readers, please whisper the activation command to your Death Touch Security Card now.

The warning also wants to make it clear that this video, Secrets of Dim-Mak: An Instructional Video, is not an instructional video. It’s up to you to seek out proper Dim-Mak instructors beyond this realm at your local time lost temple. I mean, yes, you might infect your training partners with time bombs of death energy. But on the other hand, don’t be ridiculous, future attorneys. This is more like a public service announcement for finding wizards. Speaking of, gently swat your Death Touch Security Card to meet the instructor who will not be instructing us.

The narrator tells us “Erle Montaigue was awarded the degree of master in 1985 at the All-China National Warshu Tournament. He is one of the very few westerners who have received such an honor.” It’s quite impressive, but even after I corrected it for spelling, this tournament and honor seem to only exist in references to Erle Montaigue books. I’m not saying he’s a liar, I’m just saying it’d be a weird combination of personality traits if this man could kill you with death touch energy and was also honest about his achievements.

He begins by explaining, “Dim-Mak means death point striking. Literally.” It is the art of hitting points along the acupuncture meridians. He clarifies, “It’s not a magical, mystical thing. It’s not a thing where you touch them and they die five years later, it’s not that.” Yes it fucking is, Erle! Your own warning just warned us that’s exactly what this is, Erle! God damn it, what a betrayal. Place your Death Touch Security Card between your toes and axe kick through a human skull to see Erle mock us for ever thinking his Oriental energy powers were “magical.”

The first chapter of the video is about locating the Dim-Mak points. He is adamant this is not mumbo jumbo. These aren’t mystical techniques. For instance, one of the points is just the carotid artery, and, I mean, sure. If you have an enemy, go ahead and hit them in that.

Another non-magical point known to all of Western science is called Stomach 9, somewhere above the carotid sinus. This spot is in charge of stopping your heart when it gets hit by a karate chop, which is awesome, but Erle is about to disappoint us again. He’s not going to do knockouts today. “Not even light knockouts,” he adds. So he’s sharing the secret of punching a man in the neck until he passes out, assures you it’s not as impossible as it sounds, and then decides against showing us. But I guess he thinks better of this and says, “I don’t want to hurt my students, so I’m going to cause a partial knockout.” I’m so lost. Erle thinks unconsciousness is a wide spectrum of neck trauma, and we are all using the same measurement system. So quick, before he suffers a scantily to piecemeal knockout, let’s meet his assistant. Locate the groin on your Death Touch Security Card and panther strike it now:

Michael Babin is a credulous Canadian man without the deception skills to pull off even the most partial of knockout. “Argh, the unthinkable pain,” he overacts as Erle thwaps and slaps him. He’s performing like he thinks this is a kid’s show. He stands there making Cosby faces while Erle fiddles around on his neck to find his murder points. At one point Erle finds a little bump he likes and tells us, and I quote, “This point right here? You could die up to seven years later from internal carotid artery disintegration. You die from a stroke seven years later no one relates it back to when you were struck on the neck through some idiot striking you.” So what the shit is it, Erle!? Is this actual science or a karate bomb set to go off only after an enemy’s second wife has given them a child old enough to vow revenge? Is that what you think science is, Erle? Because that rules.

I’m sure this sounds easy so far, and it is, but there’s a little bit more to it. Readers, please turn around to find your Death Touch Security Card has somehow circled behind you.

The key to ending a man neck-first is in the wrist, but not your wrist– his wrist. There are two points on the wrist called Heart 5 and Lung 8, and you need to erotically tug these at the same time you stroke their carotid sinus nerve. The wrist is encircled by “energy drainage points” because, again, none of this is magic. Any traditional medical doctor could tell you this, seven years after you ask them, when your bowels explode without explanation.

When done right, this removes all of the energy a human body would have used to not stop its own heart after the off-button on its neck was massaged. You get it. Erle does it on Mike and bam: DEAD. Lightly, partially DEAD. Merge souls with your Death Touch Security Card to witness it!

Erle shows a few other moves like the Triple Warmer 23, which is a chop to the eyeball. He only does it once because he “doesn’t want Mike in a spasmodic state.” It’s thoughtful, but unnecessary. Mike is a fully grown Half-Grimace whose neck would win a fight against any of Erle’s fingers. He genuinely almost flattens Erle during several random lumberings. Despite this, he restores Mike’s power after every blow with his, once again, very scientific healing powers. They never even mention these; they figure you already know a man who can kill with acupuncture could obviously unkill with mime. Partially knock out your Death Touch Security Card then feed it your healing energy now:

After doing both to him (partially), Erle lets Mike explain the difference between getting energy-drain knocked out versus knocked the fuck out. He doesn’t seem ready for this and improvises something about how one of them hurts and the other doesn’t. So save the eyeball chops for someone who deserves suffering and the neck chops for a loved one having trouble sleeping. But it really doesn’t matter. If you fuck something up, the district attorney seven years from now will never be able to pin it on you.

There’s been a lot of talk of science so far in the video, and here is more. Erle has a theory on brains. He says, “We thought we had one brain. We now know, science now tells us, that we have three brains up there.” The first one is the human one, Human Brain, like you’d expect. The second one is Reptile. As Erle explains, God thought “let’s try out this brain,” and added Human Brain to the Reptile Brain, so now there are two brains in there. I apologize for the scientific jargon. These concepts are easier to explain in their original Reptile.

I’m going to paraphrase, but I promise to be faithful to Erle’s description. The Reptile Brain doesn’t see well, and it’s like a crocodile eating. One minute he’s not, the next minute he is. A snake knows when something is coming to hurt it. He doesn’t think, “Here comes John.” He doesn’t think, “I’m going to do a leg sweep and then follow up with a pressure point strike.” No, they simply kill, then go back to what they were doing. For five minutes he describes “adrenaline” for any glandless viewers born yesterday. It’s, you know, similar to how dogs had their dog brains put on top of their reptile brains. I know this all sounds very smart, but you should also know Erle forgets to tell us what the third brain is. He might have no goddamn idea what he’s talking about. But if that were true, how would you explain this? Death Touch Security Card, master control remote command: “SHOW UNTHINKABLY HILARIOUS FIGHTING TECHNIQUE.”

Erle asks Mike to punch him and gets the most generous punches from the most generous scene partner. He gently paws at him between naps, and with the fury of a fucking idiot, Erle blocks each one with a short story told in nautical hand signals. I’m not saying this wouldn’t work, I’m saying a TikTok dance done from a car is better self defense. This is how the slowest bluebird would dress Cinderella for the ball if she was a grizzly bear. Erle blocks one of Mike’s punches with a double grab arm throw, puts it three different places, uses it as a jump rope, and gives his tummy a backhand slap. If you showed this choreography to Steven Seagal, he’d say, “I don’t get what the joke is; this move only needs a comfortable chair and two birthday cakes to be perfect.”

Furiously lunge at your Death Touch Security Card to reveal this clip of advanced Reptile Defense:

What Erle says this demonstrates is how fighting is not about technique. It’s about suddenly harnessing Reptile, the part of your brain which is not Human or the Third One he forgot to tell us about. He has very literally developed a martial art for guys who might not know any of that karate shit, but could win any fight by going crazy. He thinks if you do this right, you’ll become such an animal you’ll kill your opponent and walk off unaware of what you’ve done, like the snake he mentioned earlier who ate John. So I guess this is closer to werewolf karate than pressure point karate. Readers, force your Death Touch Security Card into the belly of a dogcatcher and out his mouth now:

Now that we know where on the neck to poke, where on the wrist to tug to make that poke work, and how to go nuts and let your primal instincts do something totally different, it’s time to learn Fa-Jing, the art of using death touching as self defense. Which, yes, sort of implies we’ve been the instigator so far in this video about blacking out and killing without remorse. Ask your Death Touch Security Card if it cares… now:

Erle liquifies the heart of Mike using a scientific energy bolt he never demonstrates or mentions again. As you can see, it’s so powerful Mike is reeling in agony before Erle has even started to conjure it. For historical context, this came out 17 years after Star Wars, so nerds had given us plenty of data on how well these techniques worked. And according to police reports, despite all these attempts, there were still only 817,989 deaths related to The Force. So you can train all you want– there’s still only an 11% chance of you being a Jedi. And there is absolutely no fucking way anyone bought Secrets of Dim-Mak: An Instructional Video before first testing to see if they were a Jedi.

The video is 90 minutes long, but you’ve already seen all of it. Erle never moves on from his main three moves: Neck Chop with Wrist Masturbation, Eyeball Slap, and Dissociative Episode. He adds fun details like how poking the right part of a neck will make CPR impossible. He shares the forbidden secret of how tai chi is a 3000-year-old scheme to hide the deadly strikes of Dim-Mak in plain sight. He advises his female students to wait until deep into a kidnapping before throwing a palm strike because that’s when they’ll least expect it. It’s everything you could want from a death touch instructional video, though explicitly not an instructional one. Which means the rest of the article is only going to be Mike getting dominated by sorcery. Violently will your Death Touch Security Card to show you!

Feel the fury of an accidental tiger claw, Mike! We can fix this in editing, Mike! Readers, swallow your Death Touch Security Card and let it display the next clip directly inside your mind:

This is some real insider knowledge here, but boxers and martial artists often train with padded “mitts” designed for catching “punches.” They work great! Children hold them. People who know Mike Tyson hold them. AND YET WHAT PADDING CAN PROTECT FROM THE IMPACT OF THE DIM-MAK!? “Oh jeez, that’s a whole lot of unexplainable death power,” says Mike as his elbow ligaments unravel. Fuck your brave but inadequate arm, Mike!

Readers, digest and pass your Death Touch Security Card and look into it now:

In this clip, Erle shows how even the most oafish, immovable head can be controlled using the poking of pressure points. “Enough of this, I’ll kill you,” paws Mike clumsily. “FURIOUS REPTILE BLOCK,” argues Erle! Better luck next time, Mike!

Death Touch Security Card, Mike needs a win. Show us Mike’s Immovable Dick Technique:

I’m not sure what happened here. Secrets of Dim-Mak: An Instructional Video sometimes takes its job as NOT an instructional video too seriously. Shriek with reptile rage into your Death Touch Security Card to put Mike out of his misery.

The video ends with a slow motion sequence where Erle, using the footwork of a squirrel experts agree will never tapdance, barely holds off a series of friendly handshakes. I have spent over 6000 hours in beginner’s cardio kickboxing and I didn’t know it was possible to be this bad at martial arts. You could glance at this while failing your yellow belt test and see it sucks. If your five-year-old showed you these moves, you would buy them a tiny coffin for their first fist fight. If Steven Seagal saw this even he would say, “Very good. And they should be– I trained these Army Seals myself.”

With sincerity in your heart, thank your Death Touch Security Card in order to see one last moment of weirdness from the video’s credits.

An all new guy walks in during the last five seconds to let Erle bash him on the arm. Erle then explains how bashing hurts more if your arm isn’t so stiff and gives him a final, limp-armed bash. Enduring the pain, the man looks straight into camera and declares, “MUCH MORE PENETRATION.” Then he gives a little thumbs up and an even littler little karate bow. It’s impossible to know who he is, what happened to Mike, or why they waited until these final moments for such an important arm-bashing tip, but it’s how I’m going to end everything from now on. Much more penetration. 👍. Little karate bow.

This article was brought to you by our fine sponsor and Hot Dog Supreme: Michael Lehr, who suffered a weird handshake seven years ago and will rest in peace… NOW.

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Unexplainable creatures haunt every corner of our world, and desserts are no exception. From the bowels of Cumberland County’s second most popular ghost tour came an idea: what if monster cake? And from the mouth of basic cable’s fourth most popular cake show came an immediate followup idea: what if it fucked? Dear hotdoggers, do you dare look into the face of this erotic terror with us and Garbage Brain University‘s Drew Toothpaste and Natalie Dee!? Listen here or wherever you get podcasts!!

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