Drop that weasel

I don’t remember exactly what convoluted series of clicks led me to ferret legging. I know I started out on the aggregate news site Fark.com and from there things went a little crazy.

For those of you unfamiliar with this phenomenon, ferret legging is a “sport” in which men compete to see how long they can endure having a live ferret (“fully clawed, fully fanged, fully awake, and fully sober”) crawling around inside their pants.

The gentleman who can stand the pain longest wins. Or loses, depending on how you look at it.

As soon as I read about it, I did what any good denizen of the Internet would and immediately posted about it on Facebook.

The best comment? “Sounds almost as fun as writing a blog.”

Maybe, though, ferret legging is less like writing a blog and more like being a talkbacker – willingly enduring what appears to be an immense amount of pain to remain the last man (or woman) standing.

So, as the spectators chant before every new round of ferret legging:  DROP… THAT… WEASEL!