Subpar blog entry
I had a good Christmas weekend. I hope you did too, whether it was Christmas, Hannukah, the winter solstice, the weekend, or the release of King Kong that you were celebrating. I got some cool stuff, and I hope people are saying the same thing about the things I got them. I have 11 brothers, and two of them got full-fledged, legit robots. They were like real robots. You can do anything with them. I’m so jealous. Here’s the difference between kid gifts and adult gifts… my aunt got me a pressure cooker. I was like, “Cool, a pressure cooker.” Then someone said, “You can cook beans in 30 minutes,” like that was supposed to excite me. I’m 25. I hope I’m at least eight decades away from getting excited about cooking beans real fast.
I made a comment on my last blog about how I’ve never heard of George Michaels’ “Careless Whisper,” which prompted comedian extraordinaire Erin Jackson to leave a comment stating that everyone knows that song, quoting some lyrics, and I believe she even said it was her favorite song.
Yesterday I had lunch with two friends and the age-old question came up: “Would you date a girl if she was a perfect ten and the coolest girl you’ve ever met, even if once per week, and you never knew when it would happen… she would pee in her pants.” I think we have a chicken-egg situation here. No one will ever be able to give a definitive answer to that question.
I think everyone gets the same spam email, but this morning I got one that was different. It was for a pill that boasts it will enlarge your balls by up to 3 inches. I don’t think I want that.
posted by ryanconnercomedy at 10:45 AM
3 Comments:
Why is this question bothering me? Yes of course I would date her. But her pant wetting wouldn't be the issue. It would be my own pant wetting. I wet my pants every time I hear a door shut. But thats why I'm dating her--she empathizes. The hypothetical chicken and egg shit be damned, "she wets her pants once a week but I never know"--I do know. Because I wet my pants. And she HAS to wet hers to be cool with a guy like me.
I changed my mind. I'd have to break up with. I love her. But I still wet my pants every time I hear "hello". I need to get help. I need to take care of me. My pants wetting would start to become part of her identity. And I love her too much to put her through that. God this hard.
Good Article...I really liked this one too:
2. The S1Ws (paramilitary hip-hop accoutrement, 1987–1990) It's hard to imagine a better job than being an operative in Public Enemy's "Security of the First World," an occupation that primarily involved marching around like a Black Panther while a man wearing a kitchen clock bemoaned the response time of EMTs...
Haven't we all, at one point or another, hollered out "GO GET A LATE PASS!!!"...okay, maybe it was just me.
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