The first picture dixiebandit posted honestly made me a little nauseous. Not a great start to a Thursday.
(P.S Nom is Regina, Dubyu tee Eff is Lindsey Lohan, and MoreCowbell and PinkCup are Janice and Damien but I never decided which one is which.)
You can now determine paternity in the same way that you grab a chalupa at lunch. There's a truck driving around New York that will do DNA testing for $299 a pop, right on the spot. I particularly like the slogan on the side of the truck - "Who's Your Daddy?". Brilliant. Spoiler
Heading to Atlantic City this weekend for a couple days of vacation with the wife. Anything I should definitely check out/completely avoid?
dixiebandit has actually provided me with a learning experience. Wait for it, this is truly ridiculous. So I have blonde hair, and as you may or may not know most blonde kids end up with brown hair as adults. It's pretty rare for someone to stay a natural blonde through adulthood. So every so often, especially when I see a picture of myself in dark light, I start checking my hair thinking the natural blonde ride, and with it the total lack of highlighting/coloring expense, is coming to an end. I also always thought I had the same color pubes as the general population. Yanno, darker than the hair on your head. For some reason I thought true blonde pubes would be super light. Yes, you can assume correctly that I have not seen many sets of pubes. Also, I'm further thrown off because the set I am married to is ginger and thus really not part of the calculus. Thanks, dixie, for showing me the light that in fact both my carpet and drapes are significantly lighter than brunettes'. I'm 30 years old and still blonde. Huzzah!
Beer and beach volleyball tonight. Fuck the last two hours of this day that I am expected to be productive during.
I feel like... being on the beach, be it drunkenly, and "participating" in the beach volleyball aspect of this makes the beers totally okay. AMIRITE?
I think I just watched someone get arrested. There were no handcuffs, though, so I'm a little confused. Also, is it a thing for cab and truck drivers to honk at girls? Because I'm just sitting on a bench in the middle of Broadway, and this has happened to me a few times.
Yes, yes it is. It is a thing for men to notice girls in almost any situation. If you have the means available, it is also a thing for men to make sure said girls notice the men noticing them. Hence drinks, cat calls, honks, pick up lines, surprise grinding (dancing), moving mountains of furniture over the course of your life,actually listening to strippers, and almost all of the retarded shit men do in the presence of women. It's called continuation of the species, and that shit is science.
Woah, woah, WOAH. Let's all back up a fucking second here. Cars? Honking their horns? In New York? Well, I never.
I'm aware that cars honk their horns. Cars honk their horns in Atlanta. But honking their horns and then winking at me or making gestures when I look up to see where the noise is coming from is a whole new ball game for me.
Got a message from the capt I am fishing with in Cabo next week that said, Michael, good news big chino food biting, be ready. What time your flight arrive? I be there.
It's a NY thing. My ex went with her friend and said she got catcalled all the time. Never seen or heard of similar behaviour in Canada.
I wouldn't worry too much unless it's this truck: By the way, are those the three services that truck provides? Parternity, Immigration and Legal DNA - or is that a combo screening?
When I do half of your job at work because you're too weak to do your own work responsibilities, and then complain to the management that I'm not "helping enough" even though I am going outside my own duties, I hope you get hit in the face with a fucking cudgel. Let me make this very clear: FUCK. YOU. If you're too weak to do your own fucking job, retire or fuck off where somebody wants to deal with your stupid, whiney, dog-fucking bullshit. P.S. you're also a cunt. With that, workday is over and I am one of few Canadians lucky enough to have Blue Moon in my beer fridge. Beer goes in here: