George Noory

NEW Nooryism...

Tommy: "What if they drained the oceans? What would they find?"

George: "Wallets."

Did anybody hear George Noory interview Jesse Ventura and tried to bait Ventura into comment about Mrs. Clinton's health? The classy Ventura didn't take the bait, "I don't comment on peoples health!"

George Noory is nothing but a hound dog, salamander eyed, snot dripping, gunk drooling, hair lipped, barking pig hoved cat a whompin' beer belching pussy prong.

NEW Nooryism...

Tommy: "What if they drained the oceans? What would they find?"

George: "Wallets."

Did anybody hear George Noory interview Jesse Ventura and tried to bait Ventura into comment about Mrs. Clinton's health? The classy Ventura didn't take the bait, "I don't comment on peoples health!"

George Noory is nothing but a hound dog, salamander eyed, snot dripping, gunk drooling, hair lipped, barking pig hoved cat a whompin' beer belching pussy prong.

Art "Jellybean"Bell

Norry heard you can get Corona virus through seaman. He does not wear a mask on his face. He fashioned a belt where he has a mask over his crack and over his front lump.

On Family Feud’s “survey says...” segment, that answer would not just get a 0, it would get -100 and a beating after the show by security.

“Name something they’d find if they drained the oceans. You said... ‘wallets’...(pause, followed by audience chuckles)... Survey SAYS... zero. (George looks shocked). Mountains and valleys number one answer.”

When the movie is over, Jorch waits for everyone to leave the theater so he can then sniff each & every seat while they’re still warm and odiferous.

“The monster Nazi” Lol

A Nazi behind every stone. (Or is that stein?)

Jorch has a tramp stamp that says Obergruppenführer. The umlaut cost an extra $50, but “well worth it”, Herr Noory says.

Jorch is the Sultan of St. Louis, the Lord of Los Angeles, the Duke of Detroit.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!

In a bid to connect to a younger, more “hip”, more “diverse”, more “urban” listener demographic, Jorch regales his audience with tales from his youth, growing up in Detroit where he was accosted daily by the neighborhood thug known as “Corn Pop”.

On a trip to Africa, the craving for American food overwhelmed Art to the point that he went to a drive-thru McDonald's in Cape Town. Pulling up to the speaker, Art placed his order: “Click! CLICK- CLICK! C-c-c-click-click-click. CLICK! Click click.”

“Would you like fries with that, sir?”

“Click.”

Jorch saw his first brown booby at the beach today. Then he did a little bird watching.

Jorch wraps Tahmmy in swaddling clothes and pushes him in a stroller through Hollywood on Friday night.

And no one bats an eye.

In lieu of showering, Jorch pours a bottle of Drakkar Noir on his head.

On Jorch's new album, THE NOORY SCHLONGBOOK, right after the final track (Don't Let My Son Go Down In Me), you can just hear the moment when Jorch sodomizes the goat.

Classic listening, folks....

Every night Jorch makes Big Tahhmm transcribe one of the 750 pages from this thread -- in order, in crayon, of course -- and then has him read the posts out loud while Jorch burps the worm....

Jorch is still so entrenched in Navy traditions that his bedroom has a poop deck....

Art faked his death and is working as a xeriscaper in Henderson, NV.

NICE AREA! IS IT POSSIBLE TO MEET HIM OR 'HIRE' HIM?