Thursday, July 10, 2008

I ruined his joke...

My favorite work friend approached me in his usually creepy way yesterday and with a doodoo-eating grin on his face and one hand down his pants he tried to tell me a joke.

"What's the leading cause of pedophilia?" He asked.

"Well, I personally believe that most pedophiles were abused as children and the psychology of someone who is abused is such that they are compelled to continue the cycle of violence and abuse towards others. Somehow this alleviates the horror of their own experiences that they deal with on a day-to-day basis."

His grin turned into a look of confusion. "Well, actually the leading cause of pedophilia is Sexy Children."

"Interestingly enough, that is a valid point." I responded. "There seems to have been a recent trend over the years to sexualize our nations children. If you take a look at a typical children's show these days you'll see thirteen and fourteen year old girls dressing like professional sex workers. Kids watch these shows and then young girls feel compelled to try and look sexy when that should be the farthest thing from their mind...at least until they reach high school."

"You ruined my joke!" He said, and stormed off in tears.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Party in my pants

"How old do you think I am" she asked.

"I would venture to guess 25..."

"Aww how sweet"

"I aimed low. I always aim low."

"Well at least you aim"

"I aim to please"

"Well, so far you've missed"

"Ohh snap"

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

I want to punch you

I want to punch you right in the face. Punch your lights out.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Proud to be a Wiccan

I will use this blog post to invent some new appetizer dishes for Chilis, Applebees, TGI Fridays or Bennigan's- whoever wants to pay me. Here goes nuthin'.

1) Sexy Spanish Ravioli: Ravioli filled with Spanish Rice and coated with panco bread crumbs and fried in olive oil. Sexy!

2) BLT Spring Rolls: Bacon, Lettuce, Tomato and Mayonaisse wrapped up in rice paper and garnished with mint leaves and daikon sprouts. It's an American twist on an Asian Classic!

3) Buffalo Chicken Philly Cheesesteak: A Hoagie Roll filled to the brim with Buffalo Chicken wings, topped with loads of melted American and Provolone cheese, and served with a stick of celery and bleu cheese dressing. It's a Working Class culture Clash!

Thats all for now. Tune in next week for a receipe for Eggseroneous. Happy Cooking!

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Just out of reach

No one ever gets what they want. But everyone wants what they can't have. The secret to life is just making do with what you've got until you die.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Take off that petticoat and dance for me...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

1) Your dry, leathery skin.
2) Your frozen botox smile.
3) The large gap between your giant, fake breasts.
4) The cute way you trip in your high heels when you're drunk.
5) The way you swear in public.
6) Your cigarette-flavored kisses.

We are leopard-skin-printed soulmates

Thursday, March 27, 2008

apathy

Gas prices are high, the housing market is failing, death toll rises in the Middle East... blah blah blah. I wonder what's for dinner tonight. Did I remember to pay off my credit card this month? Who's going to give me a ride to the airport next week? Will I ever find true love? Where will I be working in 5 years? Do I have a small wiener? Does my boss secretly hate me? Do I need a haircut? I should probably make a Dentist Appointment. I'm going to lose some weight this Summer. ... KABOOM!

Monday, March 10, 2008

I'm no good at...

1) Making prolonged eye contact
2) Talking on the phone for more than 10 minutes
3) Making someone feel better in the wake of tragedy
4) Telling stories
5) Staying awake past 10:00PM while watching TV or Movies
6) Controlling level of sarcasm
7) Holding a conversation amidst loud music
8) Leaving a party without feeling awkward
9) Playing guitar and singing

Friday, February 22, 2008

An Open Letter to the Man Who Insists upon Touching my Leg on the Bus

Dear Man who insists upon touching my leg on the bus,

I realize that the bus is crowded, and that you are forced to stand. I've been there, and its uncomfortable. However, do you not realize that I am sitting next to an obese gentleman and cannot help but stick my leg out into the aisle more than usual? I know there is room enough for you to move up just a tad, and not rub my leg every time the bus jolts forward. All I am asking is for you to respect my personal space.

Are you oblivious to the fact that you're touching my leg? Perhaps you think you're banging into a seat, or some other inanimate part of the bus. It's possible (but not likely) that you have a wooden leg, and therefore unable to sense contact.

You are desperately clinging to the pole in front of my seat, despite the fact that there is room in the back, and as more and more people get on the bus they have to violently squeeze by you in order to make room for more. Yet there you are, defending your territory like a pitbull or some other sort of territorial animal that should be put to sleep.

You look like the stereotypical child molester- with your average, pudgy, caucasian face, your supercuts hair, bomber jacket, and your glasses. That Indiglo Timex watch must come in handy when you're waiting in the shadows down by the schoolyard. I'm wondering why you aren't driving your windowless van to work today. It must be at the shop. I hate you and eveything you stand for.

I think you might be enjoying this. Its the only explanation I can think of. You got on the bus, saw me, and made a bee line for the pole in front of my seat so you can rub legs with me for 20 minutes. You make me sick.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

How bad do you want it?

I watched the Today show last week for the first time in 7 years and I realized that presidential elections are only 10 months away. We're knee deep in primaries and the race is really getting hot. I decided to gear up by watching some debates. I found most of it interesting, despite the fact that I barely understand English. I decided to post some excerpts that I found particularly interesting.

CNN: Governor Romney, can you explain to us what your Mormon faith means to you?
Gov. Romney: It means that I can't watch R-rated movies and I can't drink coffee.
CNN: Do you find those rules hard to adhere to?
Gov. Romney: Not really, multiple wives can be very distracting.

Youtube: Senator Clinton, how are you going to reform the US Healthcare system to make sure that every American has Health Insurance?
Sen. Clinton: I will make Healthcare affordable for every American through the miracle of outsourcing. P.S. I hate America.

John Q. Public: Representative Kucinich, what would you say is your biggest weakness?
Rep. Kucinich: Uhhh that would have to be my small body.

Matt Lauer: Governor Huckabee, are you worried that the movie "I (heart) Huckabees" will have an adverse affect on your campaign?
Gov. Huckabee: Yes, Matt. That movie sucked major bigtime. Also, I'd like to point out that I don't hate America, but I do hate Mexicans.

Effeminate Host: Miss Caitlin, recent polls have shown that 20% of Americans can't locate the U.S. on a world map. Why do you think this is?
Miss Teen South Carolina: I personally believe the U.S. Americans are unable to do so because some people out there in our nation don't have maps and I believe that our education like such as in South Africa and the Iraq everywhere like such as and I believe they should our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S. or should help South Africa or should help the Iraq and Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future for our children.

I'm not really much of a politico, but I think I'm going to vote for ........ (drum roll please) ......... that's right, I'm voting for Senator Larry Craig. Don't ask why.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

huh?

Consider the following word: "Amenorrhea"

Contrary to your immediate reaction, "Amenorrhea" is not a slang term used to describe the conditions suffered by someone who grandstands his or her Christianity for others to see. Shockingly, "Amenorrhea" is a medical condition in which a woman of reproductive age does not experience a menstrual period.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Advice for new money


If you're anything like me then you're not a rich man (or woman, or some sort of unholy combination of genders). But the beauty of living in a capitalistic society is that anyone can become stinking rich despite their upbringing, education level, or lack of desired physical features. Easy money comes from a variety of sources, including (but not limited to) State Lotteries, Lawsuits, Real Estate and of course Living on top of an oil reserve. If you're lucky enough to stumble into a large sum of unearned cash you may think that your troubles are over. The truth is, you have to learn to be rich.

Unless you win the Lottery or an unusually publicized settlement from a major corporation, odds are that no one will know that you're rich. Most rich folk advertise their wealth with purchases of lake houses, fancy cars, and anything made of Alpaca. You, however, need to fast-track yourself to the ranks of the well-to-do, and that is why I suggest you buy some billboard space and take out a full page ad in USA today. I'm thinking of something along the lines of you in a tuxedo (or evening gown, possibly with a tiara, I don't know) clutching some cash and giving a thumbs up. Possible headlines could read "I'm rich now" or "More Money than God" or even the slightly offensive "Up yours!".

Poor people are usually ugly. Well, actually, people are usually ugly (just going with the statistics here). Assuming you're ugly you might want to change that now, since you can afford it. Face lifts, tummy tucks, anal bleaching, whatever it takes. You're rich now, you want people to like you for your looks, not for your money.

Most uneducated, worthless people who fall into money lose it because they think they have an unlimited supply. This goes without saying, obviously, because those who cannot comprehend numbers beyond one thousand will reason that a few million is infinity. I highly recommend getting a financial manager. Keep in mind that you can't trust just any 'ole licensed, bonded financial manager with your millions of smackers. You need someone you can trust- someone you've known for a while. How about your stepfather?

There are two types of wealthy- Greedy and Lazy. You've never been greedy (thank God) so you're satisfied with simply having an infinite supply of money. You quit your job and you sleep 10 hours a day, which is a good start, but remember that there are 24 hours in a day. 24 minus 10 is, ummm, 14, and if you subtract time spent eating and drinking that leaves about, ohhh I'd say 5 hours with nothing to do. Why not spend some money on Jet Skis? While you're thinking about that I will write out a shopping list for your consideration:
  1. Ski Boat
  2. Hot Tub
  3. Expensive Dogs. English Bulldogs are a good choice, as they are often born via C-Section ($$$)
  4. Everything in SkyMall
  5. Guns
  6. Your very own Costco Store
The law is often an afterthought for obscenely wealthy humans. It stands to reason that with enough money you should be able to get away with anything. Examples of moneyed persons skirting common justice are plentiful, but buying your freedom is not a given. The best thing you can do is remain lawful. If you feel the need, the need for speed, then at least make sure you haven't been drinking, and possibly send your lawyer a text message before you get behind the wheel. This way your bail will have been posted by the time you are taken to the station. You'd be amazed at how much time simple planning can save you.

Surprisingly, the insanely rich often succumb to the lure of gambling. All of the pretty lights in Las Vegas can turn your piles of gold into multiple sub-prime mortgages. Why not set up your own casino? If you gamble against yourself you can't lose!

One final thought- Be creative. Everyone loves an eccentric rich person.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Christmas Card


Happy Holidays!
It's Thanksgiving once again and I am filled with holiday spirit. Like most of the country I'm sure you're out of town visiting relatives. Did bad weather or crowded airports affect your holiday travel at all?
I'm staying home this holiday season. The nutcracker suite is playing through my head as I sneak through your house looking for valuables.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Christmas Blues

I asked Santa to bring me true love this Christmas. He sighed and his face turned somber. "There is no such thing as true love" he said, and he stood up and motioned towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "Aren't you forgetting dessert?"

It was warm inside the cabin and Santa had consequently stripped down to a tank-top and boxer shorts. He did not immediately respond to my question as he was pulling on his red, furry jumper. "I should get going... I have a big day tomorrow." He tipped his hat to me and waddled out the door. I should have known better.

The next morning there was an email in my inbox with the subject "Moving on". Santa broke up with me.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Lay off me I'm starving

Ever since I was a little girl, I had always wanted a pony. Each year, as I celebrated New Years alone I realized that my dream was becoming less and less a reality. Coping is a unique human trait. Fortunately I learned to settle for what the sweet lord Jesus has provided for me thus far. My job, the clothes, the vacation house, and my cachet of meaningless physical relationships are enough to keep my mind off of that which is lacking in my life.

This morning I woke early (thank you daylight savings time) and as I watched the water in the bathtub drain I decided that today I would leave the house sans-underwear. Indian summers bring out the worst in me.

Therapy went by really fast today. We talked about my childhood pets. I used to have a canary named Beth, but someone decided to let her out of her cage when I was 7. Happy birthday to me.

At work I decided to go to lunch with my friend Stephanie. We both had pasta. During lunch we talked about our dream jobs, and men. After lunch we walked to Macy's and bought snowsuits.

At work we have a male receptionist named Evan. I wonder what he would look like wearing lipstick and a skirt.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Dumbledore - "I have always been gay."

The biggest news to hit the magic community since the Sorceror's Stone is sending shockwaves through wizards and muggles alike. Chamber of secrets? Not anymore. It's official, Dumbledore is gay. Sources close to Dumbledore say that they have known about his sexual orientation for a while, and that due to his increasingly flamboyant tendencies it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

Officials speculate that this news will hurt enrollment at an already financially strapped Hogwarts Academy. If that weren't bad enough, alumni support is expected to drop to an all time low. Administrators have called an emergency meeting to discuss a plan of action. Unofficial word is that Hogwarts administration is planning to support Dumbledore in his decision to come out of the closet, although they are facing unknown results in what could be a crucial year for Wizard Academies.

Some sources have said that Dumbledore isn't actually gay. Rather, this announcement is a strategic move to position himself for a big payoff from Hogwarts in the event that he is unjustly fired. Citing alleged massive gambling debts and an addiction to barbituates, former accountant Ray Blackman believes Dumbledore is in serious financial trouble, and this is nothing more than a cry for help.

Recent polls across the Wizard community have indicated that a majority still do not approve of the homosexual lifestyle despite vast advances of the gay agenda in the Muggle world. If this is the case, Dumbledore may find himself a victim of ridicule, discrimination, and possibly hate crimes. No one knows what to expect in the coming months, but one thing is for sure- good or bad, Wizards everywhere will never be the same.

Friday, November 02, 2007

top nine reasons to give your life to Jesus

9 - Sinning isn't as fun as it used to be
8 - You're kind of ugly and dating is a real chore
7 - You don't like making life decisions
6 - You're uncomfortable wearing tight or revealing clothing
5 - You need another way (other than environmentalism) to make your friends feel inferior
4 - You think a Jesus fish would look good on your Camry
3 - You heard that religious girls are the most freaky
2 - Long hair and beards appeal to you more now than they did when you were younger
1 - You don't want to go to Hell

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

bark if you like me


Happy Valentines Day everybody.


Saturday, February 10, 2007

Diaper Duty

At the onset of 2006 I changed my diaper. My diaper was dirty, and my butt was getting sore from walking around with a full load. I've been wearing this new diaper since March and its starting to get unbearable. This new diaper is a cheaper brand, which means it can't hold leaks as well as the old diaper. To give you an idea of the comparative qualities of the two diapers, the old diaper lasted 3 years whereas this new diaper is going to burst in half that.

So here I am, diaper getting full, and I have a decision to make. Do I powder up, put on a new diaper and continue to soil myself? Or do I try to potty-train with the hope that one day I will wear big-boy pants?

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Save the date

New Years is around the corner and I'm already sending out invitations to my party. You play your cards right and you may just get one. Yesterday I started stocking up on supplies. My shopping list got a little out of control- see for yourself:
  • Folding Chairs
  • Fireworks
  • Streamers
  • Napkins featuring Adult-themed trivia
  • Mistletoe "pills"
  • Deli Tray
  • Tape Cassette Player Machine
  • Toilet Paper
  • Hummus
  • Piping Bag
  • Potato Chips
  • Ice Sculpture
  • Zorro Mask
  • New Jeans
There will be a $20 cover at the door. Did I mention there will be no alcohol?