This is called “The Miracle of Birth” by New Zoo Revue. Now, I’ve posted some pretty f’d up videos before, but for sheer holy-crap-did-someone-spike-my-weed-with-angel-dust WTFness, I think this one takes the cake. I was too young to remember when I learned how babies were made, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t involve a redneck, a hippie, three people dressed as a hippo, an owl, and a frog, and an interpretive dance. (But you know what did? Gary Busey’s prom).
I miss the 70s. Back then, when people made shows for kids, it wasn’t because they were closet pedophiles, they were just really high.
[Thanks to Jessica for finding this in the primordial sludge of her repressed memories]




As a child, my parents never explained the miracle of birth to me, but many times my father demonstrated the wonders of un-birth when mom would fuck up our casseroles.
Is that the “How many licks does it take” Owl? Figures.
Well, give these guys credit. At least they didn’t make a dumpster baby (which explains his chronic grouchiness)one of the main characters.
I soooo remember the New Zoo Review. Ah, memories.
You wanna know why I’m a bent, twisted, barely functioning alcoholic, on the verge of snapping and gassing a shopping mall at Christmas and poisoning the food stream?
Me too, but I think that shit like the New Zoo Review gave me just enough of a nudge to normalcy that you should be safe.
Yeah, I used to watch this show. Thanks for posting this. Now I’ve got the goddam theme song stuck in my head, and I’m reminded I never got to nail Emmy-Jo.
Dear H.R. Pufnstuf,
This is a letter of viewer resignation. After years of masturbating to Jimmy blowing that fucking flute, I’ve recently discovered an alternate program that gets right to the good stuff: pumping guts and busting nuts.
Sincerely,
Chode
Huh ? This is Sid and Marty Krofft in a barbiturate haze. The 1976 Paul Lynde Halloween Special had more miracle of birth than this.
Oh fuck Mike… the theme song. Now I know why I have so few childhood memories, they all sucked as bad as this show.
I enacted the “miracle” of child birth for my daughter by kicking a watermellon through a trashbag filled with pigs blood.
She got it.
I picked a bad day to start “Friday Lunchaton Drinksathon”.
That being said, this is still nothing compared to “Pickle Surprise” and that one video you posted of the two black people live-action/cartoon sex video.
I forgot to bring drugs with me to work so sadly I won’t be watching this. You fags enjoy though.
That does bring back memories. I used to have a pair of those Groucho Marx nose glasses just like that guy is wearing. Good times.
Fucking yiffers are weird.
You sure, Donk? Alright man, suit yourself, but you’re really missing out on the part where the owl does a standing-69 with the goddamn hippo.
You think the childbirth one is strange? You should have seen the pedophile episode.
If I had a nickel for every time I saw an owl sucking dick, I’d be a rich motherfucker.
New Up.
Boring!
[Pours baking sode and vinegar in pink travel mug, replaces lid, foam shoots out drinking hole]
JIIIIIZZZZZZZ!!!!!
This is just about how I learned about the birds and the bees from my parents, Moon Dragon and Star Willow.
Know whats an interesting coinkydink? Almost every time I submit a comment and the page reloads, I get a “Done, but with errors on page” notice in the browser info bar. I think IE7 is mocking me.
The new up disappeared. Maybe I got drugs after all.
You know what else will melt your fucking face off? My whorex’s vaginal secretions.
The greatest part about the 70s is that I wasn’t alive back then.
I thought you were just fucking around Donk.
You should see their special on teenage circumcision, it’s a three part series that made me wish I got cut when I was 16.
Ok, this time I’m 90% sure there really is a new up.
So that’s where the most fucked up fetishes from KSK’s nasty fetishes came from.