Archive for the ‘Humor’ Tag

05-19-2013   4 comments

I’ve been very critical over the years with people spending their entire lives trying to become famous.  That relentless search for their fifteen minutes of fame becomes an obsession and usually causes them more problems than actual fame in it’s pursuit. To our society becoming famous or even knowing someone famous is all that’s important.

Reality shows have given a great many people their fifteen minutes and in most cases we all regret it.  The Jersey Shore, Swamp People, Teen Moms, just to mention a few.  These people acquired fame and fortune for no apparent good reason.  They’re just a by-product of our obsession with anything that can be sensationalized or celebrity related.

I’ve never been someone who searched out fame or notoriety but now I’m thinking I might have missed the boat.  I decided to do a little research into how I could become famous.  On a website I won’t mention I found this top ten list of things to do to become famous.  I tried working my way through the list but I had many difficulties and it now appears that fame and fortune will continue to elude me.  Here’s what I found.

Make a Sex Tape – I really gave this my best efforts but something seemed to be missing.  Finding a partner to make the tape became the entire issue. Finally I discovered a local homeless women who would do anything for food.  We made the tape and sent it out to the media.  They all were returned unopened and the cost for my treatment of this STD was enormous.

Get Your Own Reality Show – I couldn’t find anyone interested in the life and times of a retiree.  I was told to call them back if I ever fathered a child with anyone under the age of sixteen.  I could then be a spin off of Teen Moms but only if I had an accompanying physical deformity.

Date Someone Famous – I wrote really intimate and interesting letters to my top twenty celebrities begging for some quality time and a few photo ops to get the attention of the paparazzi.  I received back twenty attorney letters threatening protection orders if I didn’t desist.

Release a Pop Single – This may have been the worst day of my life.  I discovered that my ability to RAP was limited and that most promoters thought I was way too old and way too white.

Go to Rehab -  I checked myself into rehab.  Rehab in Maine is inexpensive.  My addiction to potato chips just wasn’t juicy enough to make the nightly news.

Claim to Be a Bisexual – I made this claim but for it to be taken seriously I needed a partner.  I was turned down so many times I began to feel really bad about myself.  I may be forced into therapy because my delicate ego was severely bruised.

Find Some Famous Friends – The only people I know who are famous are incarcerated in some of Maine’s finest jails.  I interviewed thousands of criminals over the years and now they’re lining up to be my buddy.

Weight Loss – I’ve been trying to accomplish weight loss for years.  It’s never worked very well before so I don’t anticipate it improving now.  I was asked to leave the building at Jenny Craig because I just wasn’t famous enough or pretty enough to appear in their commercials.  I wasn’t happy being slammed for my lack of fame but everyone knows I’m pretty enough.

Get or Remove a Tattoo – This was a total waste of my time. My better-half made it abundantly clear that no additional tattoo’s were permitted and we certainly weren’t going to spend our hard earned money to remove any.

Sell Your Wedding or Baby Pictures – I tried selling my pictures but I had no takers.  Every media outlet returned them with some less than flattering comments.  Even members of my own family sent them back with a "No Thanks" note attached.

I guess I’m screwed.  No fame or fortune in my future.  No photos with the Kardasian’s, no paparazzi chasing me around, no quality time with Lindsey Lohan or dates with her mother.  My life sucks.

05-17-2013   Leave a comment

It’s not unusual these days to hear people from other countries constantly complaining about America, Americans, and everything else American.  We’re too loud, we’re too arrogant, we’re bullies, and on and on it goes.  After continuously hearing all of that I then wonder why it is that so many of the same people from every nation on the planet would die to come here.  Many hundreds of illegals have died in the deserts of northern Mexico just trying to cross the border to get here.

I always assume that money is the motivation for everything as well as political persecution but both of those things can be avoided by fleeing to many other countries besides the United States. Why then does everyone want to be here?  As I lounged in my bed this morning a thought came to me that might explain it.  As you know many countries have an odd assortment of traditions and customs that are truly weird and strange to us.  I think many of our traditions are equally strange to them.  They can’t seem to understand why we do certain things but they want to experience them with us.  I’ve put together a list of ten things we Americans do that even I don’t understand.  Lets take a look at them.

  • Black Friday Shopping Sprees – My better-half and hundreds of thousands of others religiously participate in this insanity.  I know that she and I will never spend Black Friday together unless I bow to this tradition.
  • Presidential Turkey Pardons – This is so lame it’s embarrassing to admit that it’s true.  Eat the freaking bird and be done with it. So freaking dumb!
  • Gay Pride Parades -  I can’t think of any reason why these are necessary at all.  Maybe we need a Heterosexual Pride Parade every so often where we can get crazy and half-naked and make complete fools of ourselves.  Oh wait, I forgot we have Spring Break for that.
  • Tailgate Parties – This is just a further extension of the nations sports obsession.  These get togethers continue to get more ridiculous every year but it’s something the Food channel can’t survive without.
  • Cow Tipping – This is reported to be a true American tradition from the Midwestern part of the country.  I’ve never seen it done nor have I ever participated in cow tipping.  It’s just another reason to give the folks living in farm country a hard time.  Funny but unverified.
  • Punkin Chunkin – I’ve watched this on TV a few times but really didn’t think it was much of a tradition until two years ago.  My better-half and I were riding around enjoying the pretty Fall colors when we came upon dozens of cars parked near a farmers field.  People were standing around in groups watching some locals chunking pumpkins across the field.  Every time one exploded everyone cheered. Why, I have no freaking idea.
  • Watching Super Bowl Commercials – I have many more friends who watch the Super Bowl just for the commercials rather than the game itself.  Go figure!
  • Roadside Death Shrines -  Over the years I’ve seen hundreds of these shrines built by friends and family of people killed in traffic accidents.  Again, I don’t understand the need to build a shrine along some road.  Some are really unbelievable.  I saw one near my home that had it’s own decorated Christmas Tree.
  • Sensationalism -  Everything in this country is sensationalized.  Crimes of the Century, Games of the Century, Storms of the Century, and anything else you can think of.  If it isn’t the biggest and baddest in history it just isn’t worth mentioning.  This is one tradition we could do without.
  • Ground Hog Day Predictions -  This is so stupid I really thought about not mentioning it at all.  So consider it not mentioned.

Come one! Come all!   All you crazy folks from around the globe.  It’s taken America more than two hundred years but we finally developed and celebrate as many weird and stupid things as the people in your homeland do.  You should fit right into this looney-bin we call America.  So come on down.

05-15-2013   Leave a comment

As a very young man working my way through puberty I was confronted with sexual desires which truthfully scared the hell out of me.  I found myself smitten with girls who had blonde hair.  The fact that they also had a French accent was just a plus in my mind and made my fantasy more real.  I told everyone that someday I would marry a blonde French women and move to Paris.  Looking back it makes me smile to think just how naive I really was.

In those days the current ridicule of blondes was just starting primarily because of a few Hollywood actresses like Marilyn Monroe and Mae West. At the time I paid little or no attention to all of the blonde bashing that was slowly developing even after it turned into a national obsession.  It continues today as an easy way to get laughs by comedians and television hosts alike.

My likes and dislikes of women have dramatically changed over the years and my desire for blondes has lessened somewhat.  Was this craziness about blondes being dumb the cause of that change? Maybe. These days anyone can be a blonde at a moments notice and it sometimes seems there aren’t many real blondes left. It now requires us men to find out as soon as possible if  "the curtains really match the rug".  Unfortunately these days many women have opted for a much smaller rug and many times no rug at all.  It’s all very confusing for us former blonde men. That’s right, as a young man I was a natural blonde.

I have to admit many blondes do come across as being a little dense at times and others can use that as a means to disarm the men they deal with.  I now believe that being blonde is just a state of  mind and that any man or women becomes effected by the blonde myth the moment they adopt that as their hair color.  I’ve seen brunettes who’ve gone blonde and immediately seem to get more playful and less threatening.  They become easier to approach, more fun to be with, and at times more sexually inclined.  Hence the famous quote, “blonde’s have more fun”.

So the blonde thing has come full circle from it’s earliest days.  I find it interesting just how often some middle aged women go blonde after experiencing the onset of that famous middle age spread.  My blonde hair eventually turned light brown and I was safe from ridicule.  I didn’t notice any obvious personality change in myself and my life went on as usual.

As a former blonde I feel I have as much right as anyone  to have a little fun with the blonde thing.  I don’t think the blonde issue will ever be explained or understood and that’s fine with me.  Blondes that take offense can just change their hair color and become one of the majority.  I’m still looking for the real blondes who don’t care want people think and are standing proud.

I couldn’t write this posting without adding one of my favorite blonde jokes. I guess I’m just as bad as everyone else and I hope it brings a smile or smirk to your face.

Three women were about to be executed. One was a brunette, one a redhead, and the other a blonde. The guard brought the first woman, the brunette, forward and the executioner asked if she had any last requests. She said no and the executioner shouted: "… Ready … Aim … !! and suddenly the brunette yelled, "EARTHQUAKE!" Everyone was startled and looked around. She escaped.
So they brought in the redhead and asked if she had any last requests. She said no, and the executioner shouted: "… Ready … Aim …!! and suddenly the redhead yelled "TORNADO!" Everyone was startled and looked around. She escaped.
Well, by now, the blonde had it all figured out. They brought her forward and the executioner asked if she had any last requests. She said no and the executioner shouted: "… Ready … Aim … !! and the blonde yelled, "FIRE!"

So lame but still funny.  I hope all of you blondes out there can forgive me, I’m just a weak formerly blonde man.

05-11-2013   2 comments

It’s time again for another installment of totally useless information.  If you remember all of these tidbits after reading this blog for a year you’ll be declared an Unofficial Trivial Pursuit Expert. Even that game doesn’t include some of the strange and useless stuff found here.

My search will continue to find as many of these stupid and useless facts as possible and forward them along for your amusement.  We humans are a strange folk as reflected by the following:

  • Did you know you share your birthday with at least 9 other million people in the world?
  • Americans on the average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.
  • Every time you lick a stamp, you’re consuming 1/10 of a calorie.
  • Babies are born without knee caps. They don’t appear until the child reaches 2-6 years of age.
  • In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.
  • If Barbie were life-size her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand seven feet, two inches tall and have a neck twice the length of a normal human’s neck.
  • The Pentagon, in Arlington, Virginia, has twice as many bathrooms as is necessary.
  • During your lifetime, you’ll eat about 60,000 pounds of food, that’s the weight of about 6 elephants.
  • There are more plastic flamingos in the U.S, than real ones.
  • More people use blue toothbrushes, than red ones.
  • Lightning strikes about 6,000 times per minute on this planet.
  • The average American/Canadian drinks about 600 sodas a year.
  • Humans blink over 10,000,000 times a year.
  • In the year 2000, Pope John Paul II was named an "Honorary Harlem Globetrotter”.
  • Every second, Americans collectively eat one hundred pounds of chocolate.
  • A person uses approximately fifty-seven sheets of toilet paper each day.
  • In 32 years. there are about 1 billion seconds.
  • Baby robins eat 14 feet of earthworms every day.
  • Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.
  • If you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.
  • Men are 6 times more likely to be struck by lightning than women.
  • A toothpick is the object most often choked on by Americans.
  • Every 45 seconds, a house catches on fire in the United States.
  • The average ice berg weighs 20,000,000 tons.
  • A lump of pure gold the size of a matchbox can be flattened into a sheet the size of a tennis court.

I think my favorite from this list is Pope John Paul II becoming an honorary Harlem Globetrotter.  It’s funny on a number of levels and I can just picture him, robes flapping, doing a Michael Jordan flight to the basket for a truly holy dunk.

05-09-2013   4 comments

I’ve now lived in Maine for almost thirteen years and I’ve been told by a few native born Mainer’s that until you’ve lived here at least ten years your not considered a real Mainer.  Since I’m now certified and official I’ve earned the right to criticize and make fun of my fellow citizens.

I’ve always been someone who sings Maine’s praises and really do love living here.  It’s one of the most beautiful states in the country with many natural resources and scenic coastlines.  That being said it also has issues you should be made aware of.  Some years ago I stumbled on this list and found it funny as hell.  A lot of time has passed since then but this list still rings true.

If you decide to visit our lovely state then you need more information than the stuff always published in the travel brochures.  This list is so true it’s a little scary. Here are the things you can expect.

The local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May.

People at Home Depot will offer you assistance and they don’t even work there.

It’s not unusual for you to have a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number.

You will learn to measure distance in hours not miles.

You will meet several people who’ve hit a deer more than once if you stay more than a week.

You’ll be  swimming in August wearing a full body wetsuit.

You may switch from heat and AC in the same day and then back again.

You may learn to drive 75 miles through 2 feet of snow during a blizzard without flinching.

You carry jumper cables in your car and your wife will know how to use them.

Children’s Halloween costumes here are designed to fit over a snowsuit.

You will learn all about our four seasons: almost Winter, Winter, still Winter, and road construction.

You’ll have more miles on your snow blower than on your car.

Bear these facts in mind when you come to visit.  It can be cold and snowy in the blink of an eye except for the months of June, July, and part of August. 

05-08-2013   Leave a comment

A few days ago I posted a bit of humor about men visiting Lowes at different stages of their lives.  I tag these types of posts as humor but as always there are a few of you out there who insist on taking things as a personal attack.  I received a somewhat smarmy email from a gentleman in Canada who took me to task for having made men look too foolish.  I won’t assume anything about someone who sees a posting described as humor and then takes time out of his busy day to write an email complaining about the humor. He truly must be a Canadian.

Being the fair minded individual that I am I’ll dedicate this HUMEROUS post in his honor with the hopes he has a women in his life who can explain it to him.  If I’m going to receive stupid and inane emails I’d prefer them to be from women.   As a warning to all of you folks in Canada, THIS POSTING CONTAINS HUMOR.  Be on your guard.

What Woman Desire in Men

20’s

  • Handsome
  • Works Out Regularly
  • Charming
  • Financially Successful
  • A Caring Listener
  • An Imaginative and Romantic Lover

30’s

  • Nice Looking
  • Listens More Than Talks
  • Smells Good
  • Carries Groceries With Ease
  • Owns at Least One Tie
  • Requires Sex Once a Week

40’s

  • Not Too Ugly – Bald OK
  • Doesn’t Smell Too Bad
  • Usually Wears a Shirt to Cover His Stomach
  • Remembers to Put the Toilet Lid Down
  • Shaves on Most Weekends
  • Requires Sex Once a Month

50’s

  • Keeps Hair in Nose and Ears Trimmed
  • Doesn’t Belch or Scratch in Public
  • Doesn’t Nod Off While I’m Talking
  • Remembers My Name
  • Shaves on Some Weekends
  • Requires Sex Once a Quarter

60’s

  • Remembers Where the Bathroom Is
  • Can Stand By Himself
  • Usually Wears Some Clothes
  • Social Security Eligible
  • Remembers Where He Left His Teeth
  • Vaguely Remembers Sex

70’s

  • Collecting Social Security
  • Can Still Drive
  • Breathing
  • Breathing
  • Breathing
  • Breathing

There you have it ladies.  If you find any omissions or errors please drop me a comment or email with the particulars.  I’ll immediately forward them to my new Canadian friend for his thoughts on the matter.  I’m just kidding of course.  My only message for Ontario Joe is BITE ME!

05-04-2013   Leave a comment

I’ve mentioned in the past that my better-half works for Lowes Home Improvement.  She’s worked there for a number of years and is what I would consider an honest and loyal employee.  That being said she then becomes a huge target for my sarcastic wit.  I worked in big box retail for a lot of years myself so I know exactly which of her buttons to push to make her a little crazy. I’m dedicating this posting to her and all of the other loyal slaves at Lowes.

I’ll be supplying her with a number of copies of this that she can distribute amongst her cashiers and service desk employees. After all knowing your customers is the best way to develop those in-demand customer service skills. Read and learn girls!

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You’re in the middle of a few spring projects: putting in a new fence, yard cleanup, putting in a new garden. You’re hot and sweaty, covered in dirt, lawn clippings, and paint. You have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit — shorts with the hole in the crotch, old T-shirt with numerous unknown stains on it, and an old pair of tennis shoes.

Right in the middle of these projects you realize you need to run to Lowes for supplies.  Depending on your age you might do the following:

In your 20s: Stop what you’re doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because, you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout line.

In your 30s:
Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change your shoes. You married a hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell.

In your 40s:
Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute is almost empty, so don’t waste any of it on a trip to Lowes. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking-in than flexing.

In your 50s:
Stop what your doing, put on a hat, wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don’t want to get dog crap in your new car. Check yourself in the mirror and swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat.

In your 60s:
Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat any more. Hose the dog crap off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50s. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants.

In your 70s:
Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Lowes until the drug store has your prescriptions ready too. You don’t even notice the dog crap on your shoes. The young thing at the register stares at you and you realize your balls are hanging out the hole in your crotch.

In your 80s:
Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you need to go to Lowes.  You go to Wal-Mart by mistake. You went to school with the old lady greeter.

In your 90s & beyond:
Something for my garden? Where am I? Why am I reading this? Did I send it? Did you? Who farted?

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My mission for today has been accomplished.  As always, you’re welcome.

05-03-2013   2 comments

Does anyone reading this blog think I’m an MTV lover?  Up until recently you would have been right if you said no. That was before I discovered a show which made me laugh so hard I almost peed myself.  It’s called "The Girl Code" and I’ve kinda-sorta made it a part of my permanent watch list. The show introduces a group of really attractive young women who appear to be into clubbing, carousing, and enjoying the life of a typical woman in her twenties. They are offering their insights and rules into dating behavior that is so damn funny (and probably true) I just couldn’t stop watching and laughing.

I was quietly surfing through the TV channels one morning just minding my own business when I happened upon a really beautiful young woman.  She was in the process of reciting one of the Girl Code Rules that I was totally unfamiliar with.  It was and I quote, "Plop, flush, and get out."  It concerned Ladies Room etiquette that we men haven’t been made privy to until now. Their list of rules appears endless and merciless to themselves, their friends, and their potential boyfriend candidates.  Here’s a little more random information I’m supposed to believe are rules being followed by the young dating females in this country.  I must admit I’m a bit skeptical and intimidated.

  • The number one rule  is the MOST IMPORTANT ONE OF ALL.  No girl may date her friend’s; exes, past crushes, guys who have humiliated/used her and guys she currently fancies.  Acceptation’s to the rule: a) Your friend has given you permission/ couldn’t care less.
  • If you change boyfriends so fast they rarely achieve name status, a man must be around for at least six weeks before you make your friends bother to learn his first name. Until such time, he should be referred to as "The boy" or "That guy".
  • All girls must have a "Mr.Right Now". This is the guy friend who is always ready and available to hang out with you, and may or may not like you as more than a friend. He is always ready to party till dawn, and do things you wish you didn’t remember in the morning. He’s not “Mr. Right,” but he may be good enough to be “Mr. Right Now.”
  • If you just met a guy and know absolutely nothing about him, but need to refer to him during ‘girl talk’ you use one example of who he is, something he has, or what he does, and he becomes… that guy. (Ex. "The Camaro guy", "The Trainer dude", "The Four a.m. in the Taxi Guy")
  • Every girl must wait at least a day and a half before calling a guy whose number she has retrieved.
  • You are never in any case to date a friends ex or a guy who she was really into. Exception: If he’s one of those guys who every girl likes.
  • A girl has a right to lie in order to keep a secret told to her by her best friend.
  • It is fine to act like a BFF with someone and still think they’re weird, annoying, sluts, etc. behind their back but only if you talk about it with your REAL best friend.
  • Trying to hard to be friends with someone or some people makes you look annoying and stupid. Everyone will talk about you. And nobody will actually like you. DONT TRY TOO HARD.

I’m certainly glad my days of dating are over.  If you’re a guy these days it’s kinda like walking through a minefield in your bare feet.  If I stumble upon anymore of these  unknown female rules and requirements I’ll be sure to pass them along immediately. The more information we males can collect and share can only help us in our eternal quest for recreational sex.  My best advice is to tune in to MTV and catch a few episodes of Girl Rules.  You may learn a thing or two but even if you don’t the girls are attractive and their rules are hysterical. 

05-02-2013   Leave a comment

I’m lying here this morning and cursing the fact that Spring has apparently sprung.  These last few days of beautiful weather must have effected by mind and made me even more stupid than people say I am.  I’ve been completely caught up in the Spring Fever craziness and I’m paying the price for it today.

Yesterday was my first full day dedicated  totally to yard work and garden preparations.  I dearly love gardening but I made a rookie mistake and allowed myself to forget about the basics of working outside.  Full sunshine should never be ignored or forgotten, EVER.  I started my day by pulling out the rototiller and spent an hour turning over the soil in the garden to loosen it up before planting.  Then getting even more stupid I continued working by placing black landscape fabric over the garden frames and attaching it to the ground with large metal staples.  This fabric is cool because it eliminates weeding but still allows the rain water to soak through.  The sun was very hot but I was in the gardening zone, unfortunately.

I was still pumped about the day so I decided after finishing the fabric installation to fire up my riding mower and do a quick yard cleanup.  Now I’ve been in the sun without any lotion or hat for some four hours.  I was still feeling good so I kept on going by cutting the grass for the first time this year.

If you look up the word stupid in the dictionary you just might find my photograph there. I am the poster boy for stupid as reflected in my cherry red head, nose, cheeks, ears, and lips.  I took a shower before going to bed and I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t hear all the screaming.  I am an effing moron who looks like a French Fry.  I slopped at least a pint of lotion on my face and head hoping that it would help but it didn’t.  I probably won’t be able to shave in the morning or even smile.

After all of that I still had a great day.  Having been sick for the previous week really put me behind schedule on the garden work and unfortunately Mother Nature waits for no man.  Now I’m fully up to speed and back on schedule.  As soon as my face stops glowing I’ll be right back out there playing in the dirt and enjoying as much of the warm weather as I can.

I’d like to continue this posting but a cold shower and another bottle of lotion await.

05-01-2013   2 comments

It’s May Day at last with the dreariness of winter slowly fading into memory.  It’s time to celebrate the Spring and the rebirth it offers.  How’s that for a huge load of manure?  If you’ve had enough of that kind of talk then sit back and enjoy this discussion about sex.

I’ve known a few women over the years who are impossible to forget. I’ve had gay female friends, prudish female friends, and even promiscuous female friends but there’s one in particular I remember the best. I haven’t seen her for more than ten years but the memory of her still lingers.

I’ve been called an obsessive person by more than a few people.  It’s doubly strange that I have such a hard time dealing with other obsessives. That was the case with this women who was obsessed with oral sex and took her obsession quite seriously.  I’d pull into a drive-thru  and she’d be on me like a lioness on a wildebeest.  She loved shocking people which on many occasions included me.  I was always at risk for that sort of surprise and eventually I was afraid to take her out in public. I know most of the men reading this are probably wondering if I’d  lost my mind.  Maybe I did for a while. I’m not complaining about the sex because it was great but the circumstances under which it occurred could be off-putting.  I’m no exhibitionist and having an audience would never be my first choice.  We eventually went our separate ways with a full range of mixed emotions on my part.

The following list was sent to me from her a number of years ago and made me smile.  She’s apparently is still alive and well and living her dream. I considered editing the content but what would be the point. Here it is.

Blow Job Rules from Women

1. First and foremost, we are not obligated to do it.

2. Extension to Rule #1 – If you get one, be grateful.

3. No, I DON’T have to swallow.

4. My ears are NOT handles.

5. Having my period does not mean that it’s “HUMMER WEEK.” Get it through your head…I’m bloated and I feel like shit so no, I don’t feel particularly obligated to blow you just because you can’t have sex right now.

6. “Blue Balls” might have worked on high school girls; if you’re that desperate, go jerk off and leave me alone with my Midol.

7. Leaving me in bed while you go play video games immediately afterwards is highly inadvisable if you would like my behavior to be repeated in the future.

8. If you like how I do it, it’s probably best not to speculate about the origins of my talent. Just enjoy the moment and be happy that I’m good at it.

9. No, I don’t care about the protein content.

10. No, I will not do it while you watch TV.

11. When you hear your friends complain about how they don’t get blow jobs often enough, keep your mouth shut. It is inappropriate to either sympathize or brag.

12. Just because “it’s awake” when you get up does not mean I have to “kiss it good morning”.

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She was never too shy back in the day and it appears she hasn’t changed a lick (no pun intended).