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Opinions Are a Lot Like Orgasms…

…Mine’s More Important and I Don’t Care if You Have One!

Women.  I don’t understand them, and I probably never will.  It’s hard to put a finger on (or in) any one reason as to why they have such power over men.  I don’t even live with one, and yet I find my actions affected by them.

My father gave me some advice that his father gave to him, that his father gave to him:
“Son, I’m going to give you some advice, that my father gave to me, that his father gave to him.  Batshit crazy is about as common in women as long hair.” 

Spoken like a true scholar!  Now, unless you’ve really been in a serious relationship, and have spent 24 hours in the presence of one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, you may not FULLY understand.  But women are emotional creatures.  Their mood swings to and fro like my rosebud as I step out of the shower.

Interests: Baking, The Beach, Cuddling, The Notebook, Armageddon, and Small Dogs. Msg me to know more! ;)

Eventually, just ‘being yourself‘ will land you in hot water.  Here are some common scenarios you will most likely find yourself in (assuming I’ve had your typical relationship) and things NOT to say or do.

YOU’RE DRUNK!?  We’re supposed to go to my parents tonight?”
Apparently, bailing on Easter Dinner using the excuse ‘too drunk to drive’ is ill-advised and the only time this excuse holds no water.

“No, I’m fine.  Nothing is wrong!”
“Okay, good!  I won’t have to miss amateur night at the Hooter Barn!”  This should put you in pretty good shape I think.

“You know damn well why I am so upset!”
Baby, if I had the powers required to figure out what the hell it was you’re trying to tell me, I would have bought a lottery ticket long ago and would be having this argument with a much better looking woman right now.

“Do you know what today is?”
The correct answer is never ‘Garbage day?’

“We need to talk…”
How come every time ‘we’ need to talk it’s always about some shit I need to change?

Basically, if you appreciate questions with no answers, then you might be suited for a relationship!  But it’s not all wrong answered questions and a blowjobs!  Nope, it’s generally filled with many uphill battles, nights on the couches, and constant reminders that your hygiene compares with the dog.

We share nothing in common!

If you ever thought for a moment that you were a “pretty clean guy” think again!  You’ve never been more fucking wrong in your life.  If you added 2 and 2 together and got potato, you would technically be more right.

Try helping out around the house and cleaning a bathroom and then getting a percentage grade upon completion.

“You missed a spot!  You only cleaned 95% of it!”

I bet that the OB/GYN rooting around inside of your junk never got 95% on anything, and you’re worried about my not scrubbing behind the toilet?  You should be grateful that I only cleaned 95% of the bathroom with your toothbrush…

"No, Honey, that must be your teeth hair."

And now a Haiku:

I am so in love
I think you’re truly gorgeous
Your sister’s hot too!
     -RLLM

Self-improvement Is Masturbation. So Is Playing With Your Wee-wee.

Bonjour mes petits infants.
How was your day?  I am listening.
 
Is it just me, or is it that every step you take up in the ladder of employees from peon to CEO, that there is a mathematic exponentiality of the increasing stupidity? 
Here’s a test if you are on one of the bottom rungs: at 1:45 ask one of your fellow serfs what time it is, he will most likely respond "One forty-five."  Or, "Quarter to two." Or, "Screw off, you bother me."
Now ask one of the higher-ups, and if my theory is correct they will respond something like this: "Three quarters past one." Or, "Half an hour to a quarter past two." Or, "Screw off, you bother me.  But first explain to me the concept of ice."   Or they might just tell you they can’t because they are wearing the watch with the hands, instead of the one with the numbers.
In any case I am right.  Va te faire foutre!
 
And now, a haiku.
 
Do you Masturb8?
Try it with your other hand.
Pass the tissues, please.
            —NPX
 
I hope you get the joke about the noose in the photos.
That’s it, see you at Loonies.
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