Archive for April, 2007


Move over all you Brazilians.  There’s a new doo du jour for your next appearance at Carnevale.  Shaping your love spot is so yesterday.  Triangles, stars, landing strips, blah, blah, blah.  So what?  Meet Betty Beauty.  Or, as I like to say “Snatch to Match.” 
 
 
Did you know that many women today have their hairdressers whip up a batch of color and take it to the ladies room to apply?  Well, leave it to a woman to come up with this little package of 5 colors to choose from, including Hot Pink.  Yes, pink is the top-selling color for this new fad.   I was sitting getting my hair done (NO, not that hair!!) while reading about this in the latest Elle Magazine.  How hot is this?  This woman created this dye that you apply with a mascara wand to your kitty.  And it’s driving women all over the place crazy!  Is it that we constantly need to have a new look to entice our lover?
 
I don’t know about you, but a hot pink kitty will make me feel like I have a troll in my pants.  Believe it or not, this Betty Beauty line has been so successful that she’s developed a line for the men.  Guys, if you start sporting Grinch Neon Green crotch hair, I might break a rib from laughing too hard.
 
 
 
The best line in the whole article was from the creator’s son who said, “Couldn’t my mom invent something cool, like the hockey puck?”  Enough said.
 
So who’s dying their cooch out there??  Better yet, who still even has hair down there?  Guys, what do you want to see?  What would your reaction be to the hottie who stripped down to reveal her hot pink cha cha ? Laugh? Run? Dive In?
 
Betty Beauty remains in the box , not on the box for me .
 

Candy Coated Coochies are for Hoochies

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Never in my 30 years have I come across someone so unworthy of the fame and fortune I deserve. What’s so ingenious about a guy who tells abused women to leave, and for drug users to go to re-hab? Isn’t that what they are supposed to do? Why is the fucker so fucking famous for telling people the most basic and obvious forms of advice? I have a theory that he just surrounds himself with the dumbest of people so he can shine like a pretty penny. Does he have real insight? Let’s look at the Doctors “Dos and Don’ts of dating.”

 

DO

(1) Do make sure you are listening as well as speaking. Ask him questions and pay attention to his answers. Then wait for him to ask you something before you launch into your stories.

Really? And here I always thought the key to any good conversation was long rants about shopping and interrupting as much as humanly possible.

(2) Do smile when you greet him and laugh at his jokes. This will make him feel like you are both having a good time.

See, the advice I would have given here is to appear bored and every time he tells a joke say, “Is that supposed to be funny?”

(3) Do maintain good eye contact. Looking him in the eye will heighten the attraction.

NO- Stare obviously at other men while biting your lower lip.

(4) Do use filler questions when there is a lull in the conversation. This will avoid awkward silences and make him feel you are really interested in what he has to say.

WRONG!!! The best way to handle these situations is to yawn without covering your mouth and look at your watch.

(5) Do BE SAFE. Keep your date in a public place until you know him a bit better.

I totally disagree here. Invite him to your house, while wearing a silk nighty, and poke holes in every condum in the house.

DON’T

(1) Don’t get drunk. Youll lose prospective and start making bad judgements.

 Then how the fuck do you expect her to laugh at this guys jokes?

(2) Don’t neglet your grooming and pre date prep work. Just because you don’t think he is the man of your dreams right away doesn’t mean he can’t sweep you off your feet. And when he does, the last thing you want to be thinking is, “Darn, I wish I had worn something nicer.”

And here I thought that ignoring that huge zit on your forehead, wearing a sweat suit, and skipping the deoderant for the evening was a sure fire way to oral sex.

(3) Don’t reveal too much personal information. Keeep the conversation positive and light. Really?

Most men find stories of how you got herpes when you were 14 extremely entertaining.

(4) Don’t go on about your ex. He’ll think you are not over him.

No, talk about your ex! While you are at it. Go on and on about how you desperately need to get married quick so the unborn child in your stomach will have a father since your ex dumped you.

(5) Don’t be late. You dont want to start off by annoying your date.

All along I thought being late was the cornerstone to any good job or relationship. I guess that why I never understand movies since I always show up 30 minutes late.

 

My real answers to Dr. Phils “Dos and Don’ts” of dating… NO SHIT! All he is doing is dumping simple information off to simple people and the world calls him a genius for it. He is not even a doctor!

The other part? LOOK AT HIM!!! How in the world could this former extra from Revenge of the Nerds know the first thing about dating when I know for a fact that when he was in college, he couldn’t get laid if he was a fucking egg.

The only reason this guy is famous is because Oprah loves him. Let me tell you this: If I showed up on Oprah’s show wearing Paris Hiltons’ dead dog as a hat, while grabbing my balls, and smoking a cigar and she liked me… I’d be America’s sweetheart too. She could turn a pile of elephant shit into gold and that’s what she did with this fucker.

Phil, you are an over rated fuckbag and you have made millions by giving stupid people the advice of common sense. If I, Super Jabs, saw you on the street I would slap you so hard that you would start growing hair again. I make more sense than you do asswipe…but I can say fuck.

And oh yeah, Fuck Jenna Jameson.

 

Don’t get me wrong here. I have nothing against Jenna Jameson…. I just want to fuck her. Here’s the thing ladies. I have been wronged by “woman” as a whole. I am a single Dad taking care of a little girl with no mother in sight. “Woman” has really stuck it to Jabs. Now I am getting over it, but I think its high time one of you stepped up big to make ammends. I nominate Jenna Jameson. Why?

- She is a famous person who might actually do it

- She is on myspace and posts blogs

- We live in the same town

- She has really big boobs

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I know there have been many times in your life that you wanted to do something like this.

Fucking TPS Reports…

Quarterly Budgets…

Micro-managing…

Firewalls preventing you from looking at porn…

Then this motherfucker is going to throw paperclips at me?

Fuck it..

I am punching somone..

…and hitting him over the head with a clipboard.

Thanks to Barry from myspace for turning this one in!

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I see it all around me. Miserable, unhappy people who didn’t fall victim to anything but their own poor stereotypes and unreal expectations in others. The one thing though they all have in common is they took the plunge…. and got married.


Marriage sucks. That’s what the popular consensus is - or maybe it’s my problem that I have surrounded myself with thirtysomething’s with negative attitudes. Sure - they exist - happy married people that is; but for the most part the view of marriage by those who are in it is something akin to a prison sentence. Think about it! 70% of marriages in this country end in divorce. I am fairly certain now that the other 30% must involve a literal prison sentence (Scott Peterson) or a nasty pile-up on the interstate/September 11th type event that leaves a lot of people filling out Social Security forms with the box marked “Widowed”.

It’s been on my mind a lot lately for various reasons. I’ve paid more attention to conversations from both sides of the gender mix. I hear these ridiculous generalities:

“He’s too controlling.”

“She nags me constantly for the stupidest little things. I feel like a beaten man.”

“He doesn’t care what I think.”

“My needs are not important to her.”

“We have sex twice a year - if that often.”

It makes me sick. Somehow these two people were once “in love” enough to buy the rings and exchange the vows - but now they could not hate each other more. They are bitter enemies. The last thing they would ever do is something for each other. An of course none of them walked down that aisle saying “5 years from now I will wish him/her dead and be in a bitter court battle over custody of our Bernese Mountain Dog.”

It’s just how it is sometimes. I am at a point in my life where I have already watched a dozen friends divorce, and I am hearing about more and more every day. Funny thing is to me - the new people I hear about getting divorced are people married 25+ years. These people waited that long to hate each other that much where a decision was warranted.

Now the one common thread amongst ALL the cases I keep hearing about is this:

THE MAN GETS FUCKED OVER THE MOST.

Situation 1: My buddy Steve got married way too young. He knocked a girl up when he was 19 and she was 20. They married five months later and lived together in a small apartment over his parents house. They had two more kids after the first. Finally, about 7 years in to this marriage, they had saved enough by both working to buy a house. A month before they bought the house officially, we went out for drinks to celebrate. Steve’s wife confided in me at that point that she was miserable, and as soon as Steven bought the house she would leave him. I passed the comment off as “drunken anger”. Sure enough, 4 months after they moved in, his wife kicked him out. Within the first month - a man in a white truck was parked at the house overnight. Turns out she had been cheating on him for a while. A restraining order was filed against Steve because he - as any rational man who just got dicked out of his savings, his new home, and his kids to some other asshole - got angry.

Now Steve was not the “Husband of the Year” - but Steve also never cheated on his wife despite their problems. His wife lived in the house for a year before the bank foreclosed. Steve sees his kids twice a month now on weekends. The kids are not doing real well because of the anger between their parents. While I could say the biggest victim in this case were the kids - Steve pays his wife almost half his paycheck every week because she didn’t want him anymore…..

CONCLUSION: STEVE GOT FUCKED.

Situation 2: Barry was a prominent dentist who, twenty-one years in to his practice had accumulated a good amount of wealth. This afforded his wife Beth to stay at home with their kids instead of working. The kids are now preparing to graduate high school and Beth has had too much time to watch fat cows like Rosie O’donnell on The View every morning. While Barry works, Beth watches television, then lunches for four hours with her girlfriends, spends $250 in an afternoon shopping for shoes - and then goes home to her middle-aged husband to complain about “nothing in particular” for whatever reason. Maybe she resented staying at home because she had no satisfaction from a career like her friend Nancy who works on Wall Street, never married, and vacations with her pool boy to Bora Bora so she can sleep with a twenty-five year old without feeling guilt.

Meanwhile - Barry is a great provider, but his wife has always been kind of a nag. He plays golf at the country club, and he has even been known to hire an escort now and then. But overall, he’s your average guy just trying to enjoy life and look forward to retirement and maybe selling his practice.

Well fuck that. Beth’s resentment has grown too much to stay with her husband, so after 26 years of marriage - she asks for a divorce. After trying to contest it, Barry gives up and gives in because she’s already rejected him and it’s not worth saving the marriage. They have equity in the house, plus Barry’s practice and investments that total almost 2 million dollars. Beth hired a wonderful lawyer and because of the laws in this country, she got half of everything Barry had earned in his lifetime. Why shouldn’t she? She stood by him long enough to be entitled to her share when SHE made the decision to end it. There is no benefit to staying married for Beth when she can have all that money. In fact, she has another friend who is a financial planner and put her in to an annuity that will pay all her fixed bills while she can go start the career she probably could have had anyway if she stayed married to Barry. Barry however, has much of his equity tied up in his practice and he needed to keep that going - so he now works twice as hard, lives in a one bedroom apartment instead of the 4400 square foot house he called home the last dozen years - and uses his free time to drink a lot because the bitch he called wife screwed him over.

CONCLUSION: BARRY GOT FUCKED

Situation 3: Cliff lives with Shannon. They have been married for 3 years. They have a 6 year old daughter and a 2 year old son. Cliff beats Shannon a good once or twice a week. He often does it right in the trailer park where they live - but every now and then he will do it in public when they go out for Sunday dinner at Denny’s or Howard Johnson’s. Shannon is too simple to know how to get out of this abusive relationship. But luckily, Shannon’s neighbor Pedro, the same pool boy who Nancy vacations to Bora Bora with - feels obliged to be there emotionally for Shannon while Cliff is working his sanitation job. One thing leads to another and they have sex. Cliff comes home for an unexpected lunch, sees the trailer rocking back and forth, grabs the shot gun out of the trunk of his 1980 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme, and blows them both away while the kids watch. The police show up three hours later and arrest Cliff. He’s sentenced to life in prison for a double homicide because he is white and can’t afford Johnny Cochrane (not to mention Mr. Cochrane is deceased at this time), but the judge says he’s lucky not to get the chair for his actions. The kids spend their lives in and out of foster homes and eventually Cliff’s son meets his dad in prison some 18 years after his mom’s murder because he got convicted of dealing crystal meth. Cliff’s daughter gains more success when she moves to Nevada and gets a job at the Bunny Ranch as a slightly-higher-profile-than-a-street-corner prostitute.

CONCLUSION: Now this one is more difficult. Obviously Shannon got fucked because she is dead. The kids definitely got screwed over - but in my opinion the person who suffered the most is Nancy who now has to vacation with a man she met on the train whose sexual stamina is like one tenth of Pedro’s….. so:

NANCY GOT FUCKED.

Ok, fine, I stray off subject for the sake of entertainment - but the fact is, situation 2 seems to happen the most in this country. They may not be rich dentists who use escorts, but a lot of average guys get taken to the bank by their wives who decide they want something different. So as a man, your role in the new world of marriage, is to accumulate as much as possible so that someday you can be your ex-wife’s funding source.

It’s a negative view - but it’s all too real. Single women out there will argue against me on this subject, but the numbers don’t lie. If 70% of marriages end in divorce - and the man gets fucked the majority of the time a pool boy’s death isn’t involved - then why would a man ever take the chance he will someday get to fund his ex-wife’s hatred of him?

Answer and ultimate conclusion: Don’t get married. Live together. Have kids. Treat each other right. Realize that you being a shithead of a guy or you being a bitch of a woman to each other has serious repercussions. Stop expecting everything and giving nothing. Love each other. Love your kids. Take away the stereotypes of what a wife should do or be like. Stop with the unrealistic expectations that he should read your mind. Treat each other like you would want to be treated yourself…. all the time…. not just when he/she isn’t pissing you off.

And laugh at all the dumb guys who continue to book banquet halls and ministers so they can someday be the girl in the white dress’s pension.

What is your experience/views of marriage?

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Why do some Women get mad at their Fiance after finding out he had a few Strippers at his Bachelor Party?Some Psychos have gone as far as to call off the Wedding completely!

Look, if he is licking Jell-o shots off of some Stripper’s Tit, who cares?


So what if he’s grabbin’ a little Ass…

 


I mean really, does this affect the Relationship on any Crucial level? Will it make him remember to take out the Trash or make you a better Mother?  

Fuck. Thats what Bachelor Party means; It’s the Last Night of Freedom.

 


It should be a Good Time, a REAL GOOD TIME.

 


Personally, it doesn’t make me Jealous, but a lot of Women I know would freak out if they knew Strippers were coming to the party. You’d rather them sit around and play Chess? C’mon, Get Real!

 


Now, fucking Whores the night before you get married IS NOT COOL; it’s Cheating. THAT is just messed up and unforgivable. But having fun with a few of your Boys and some Hotties is really not that drastic.

  

 

 


My basic point is that this guy is giving up all Future Pussy from the next day forward just to be with YOU. Do you fully understand what that means?   

No more First Dates, no more First Kisses, no more Booty Calls, NO NEW COOCHIE, EVER… It’s almost unfathomable.
It’s mind blowing.

  

 

 


So Quit your whining and making stupid little rules and Have Fun at your OWN PARTY! 

 


That may be the Last Cut Ab and Ripped Arm you’ll EVER SEE Ladies… Once he’s married, it’s Cruise Control on the Highway to Beer Belly City! 

 



So what’s your take? Strippers OK or Deal Breaker?
How far is too far?

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The events of Monday have been weighing down on me this entire week, and I feel I need to vent. Everyone knows the story. 32 dead innocent people ranging in age from 18 to 75. People with families, brothers, sisters, children, parents, wives, husbands who were probably doing the simplest and safest of activities possible when their lives were abruptly ended by a 23 year old professional piece of shit who we’ll call Cho.

Let’s get something straight, I am not hear to draw attention to Cho’s actions or his life in a manner that will glorify the little cock. The fact is, you take a gun, car, electric razor…. whatever your weapon of choice is - and end 32 people’s lives - well you are going to get attention. That’s just a fact. Hitler got a lot of attention too. Good for him. Hell, every American knows who Osama Bin Laden is, (and coincidentally he was runner-up for the award about to be given this year after taking first place in the last 5 years running) and he’s a professional piece of shit well beyond the years of Cho. But sometimes pieces of shit get free press and publicity too, even if it’s often posthumously.

I have a magnet on my refrigerator that reads as such:

“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. But when life gives you limes, make margaritas!”

I love that magnet. In my personal view, it basically means that life is hard. Sometimes life is harder than other times, but overall it can be a struggle. Certain things make life easier… good friends, family, alcohol and lots of sex definitely come to mind. But sometimes even those things are few and far between as to being with our grasp. Those are the times that test people the most and show what they are truly made of. They distinguish themselves amongst their peers, and when the going get’s tough - the ones who fight off the inner demons to ultimately succeed are the ones who achieve greatness.

Shakespeare was quoted as saying “Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

Unfortunately - not everyone can or is great. Shakespeare’s quote should have read the previous, but added the following addendum:

“But some people are afraid of greatness. So rather than try to achieve even mediocrity, they go the opposite direction. They are born pieces of shit, and they perpetuate the piece of shit status by thrusting it on everyone else around them until ultimately their legacy is being the biggest piece of shit ever.”

Somehow it’s easy to see how magnanimous Shakespeare was while my words will remain quoteless for time and eternity, but hopefully you get my point.

Cho was and is that piece of shit. He was the guy that when the going got tough, he blamed the people around him. He was the guy too dumb to talk to women, so instead of reading a good book like Neil Strauss’ “The Game: Penetrating the Underground Society of the Professional Pick-Up Artist” and learning how to talk to women, he instead stalked them, cursed them, and eventually shot them in the head. Cho was the guy who made himself friendless by being an anti-social vegetable in his apartment and classes, wearing sunglasses and keeping his head down to justify the fact people didn’t want to speak to him.

But Cho didn’t stop there. He couldn’t accept just being a piece of shit. He wanted eternal piece of shit status. He wanted to make sure everyone knew his name, all those friends he never did a thing for and then wondered why they weren’t his, all those girls he masturbated to in his closet and then wondered why they never slept with him, and all those teachers who called him crazy and didn’t see his true genius of being a piece of shit. So he went out, bought a gun, contrived a plan, took pictures, wrote a manifesto, interviewed himself on video, killed some people, went to the Post Office, and then ended 30 more lives before doing us the one favor we all now, in retrospect, wish he did first.

Maybe he didn’t realize that suicide would have left a legacy that at least his parents could live with. But now, Mr. Seung Hui, Sr. will be forced to take his own life to not bear the shame his son brought upon his family. Cho - you just killed your dad. Way to go asshole.

So in summary, 2007 World’s Biggest Pussy Award goes to Cho Seung Hui. You proved very simply that you cannot handle the difficulties that life throws at people. You proved that when a roadblock got in the way of your goals, you always chose the easy way out. You killed your dad whether he knows it now or not - no man can live with that much guilt. Way to go again asshole. You proved to be a bigger piece of shit than even the kid who spit on you in high school thought you were. Some legacy dickhead.And guess what - you did it all while taking 32 people with you. 32 people who were achieving greatness. 32 people who didn’t take the easy way out. 32 people who kept going instead of caving in when times were tough.May you rot in hell while being ritually sodomized with a large cheese grater while getting endless blowjobs from a school of piranhas. Here’s Cho in full blown piece of shit biggest pussy glory

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I have a gun.  It is kept in a case with a trigger lock in my dresser drawer.  I keep it there because I do not want to carry it with me.  Not because I am not trained to do so (I am, ridiculously so).  Not because I am afraid that it will be taken from me (it won’t).  No, I do not want to carry it on me because I am afraid I will use it… not in defense, not in aggression.  But I am afraid that I will act as the right hand of God.

 

 

And smite the stupid people.

 

 

There is no shortage of them… lemmings, rushing to conclusions, suicidal almost in thir absolute disregard for common sense.  And logic.  And common courtesy.  In my opinion, God must have sprinkled the world with these morons for a little flavoring, to spice things up.

 

But I’m not one for the taste.

 

Some instances that drive me nuts…

1.  One day, at the bank in the drive-thru teller, funniness happens.  It’s probably only funny to me, because I’m a sick and twisted motherfucker… and my humor is warped enough to see irony in just about anything.  But this grabbed me in a special way and made me laugh my ass off.

I’m at the little box, sticking my money in and watching it get whisked magically up the suction tube to the little old lady in the bulletproof glass cage, when I glance to my right.  I see a humongous Chevy Tahoe in the next lane.  I see the bumper, and it has one of those “My Child Made the Honor Roll at…” bumper stickers.  I think, “how nice,” and then the huge SUV begins to pull away.  And smacks into the pole supporting the roof, shreds the side panels and knocks the mirror off the door.

All I can think at this point, as I’m pissing my pants, is “I guess it’s not genetic…”

 

2.  My girlfriend and I spent last weekend at a wedding and we needed to get some supplies.  So we stopped at CVS.  Apparently, CVS is a moron depot… or at least, they attract the worst and the dullest. 

I went to get some razor blades, which apparently require closer surveillance than loopy Korean English-majors at VaTech.  They are in a locked drawer with a lever to pull… when I did, it let out an ear-splitting ratcheting sound.  When I released it, I noticed this tiny little tag that read, “Please ask for assistance,” implying that well-educated me is too dumb to be trusted with my own razor blades.  As I revel in the stupidity of this, a behemoth of a woman booms from the other end of the store (in my best Bonqueisha Jones voice) “Yo.  You need to have a associate git dat for you.  Cain’t you read the sign?” 

Instead of debating with her, we just asked for that assistance… to be “helped wit dat.”  None came.  We left, offended.

We flittered away to the CVC down the street, eight blocks away.  We retold our story to a cashier.  As it’s rapping up, she apologizes to us for the other store’s rudeness.  She tells us that it’s appalling.  And a little old lady walks up at this point, politely interjects, and asks where to find the white chocolate Kit Kats.  The cashier gets huffy, turns to her, and belches out “I. Am with. A customer.  How rude of you to interrupt!”

We are mortified.

How stupid.

 

Please share your finest tales of outlandish, profound bone-headedness with me.

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