Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Let's Be Honest

Dick offers our house a good bit of entertainment. He's different than most when it comes to opinions or actions regarding relationships. I asked him to explain his charming ways for the blog world and unfortunately his vulgar, brutally honest opinions are now published for all to judge. I in no way approve or agree with any of the following statements.

Dick's take on human relationships in fewer than 1000 words:

Boy is born. He spends the first three years (give or take, depending upon how big of a pussy he will be when he grows up) sucking on his momma’s nipples. Even at a young age, Boy realizes that tits are tits –they all look alike.

Shortly after this awkward relationship, he is sent to elementary school, where he will spend the majority of his younger years believing girls have cooties. (Little does he know, most will have “legit cooties” by the time they reach 24).

Myself on the other hand, am not like most boys. I got an early start. I remember in the 2nd grade, I routinely picked on girls I liked. I once got sent to the principal’s office for grabbing a girl’s ass during square dancing. How was I to know she was going to be surprised enough to jump back and kick the record player that the teacher specifically told us not to get near?

(Save the old jokes. I get it! Yes, I went to elementary school when they had record players).

It wasn’t much longer after that, that I began writing the Will you go out with me? Letters- check  yes, no or maybe.

Next thing you know, I’m in middle school spending hours talking on the phone and trying to hide my boner during Gym class. Most people in 7th grade were talking about their first kiss.
Nope, not this guy, I spent the majority of my science class fingering girls under our lab tables.

I figured it was time for a girlfriend…

I think my first relationship was in 8th grade. It lasted about a whole 4 days before I thought someone else who expressed interest in me was hotter. This trend continued for 3 years until I met my first real girlfriend. I wasn’t quite sure if we stayed together because we both really liked each other or the fact that one of her favorite things to do was swallow my unborn children. Either way, it was a great 2 1/2 off and on years.

I really feel my first love and I would still be together had it not been for the 25ish girls I hooked up with while we were dating my freshman year at WVU. Oh Well.

WVU was the beginning of the end. For almost a year, I had my cake and got to eat it too. Once we broke up, it took a while for me to adjust to the real world and a real relationship. You can’t blame me too much; everyone likes being a whore occasionally. After I accepted the fact that I couldn’t hook up with anyone that said “Hello” to me, I finally settled down.

This next fiasco lasted a little under two years, but the “Snowmagedon” of 2010 abruptly ended that for me. Imagine being snowed in with your significant other for two straight weeks after you just spent the entire month of December traveling by car and stuck on a boat together.
Needless to say, that was my first redheaded mistake.

I have three reasons why relationships do not work out. Pay attention Idiots.

Reason #1 why relationships are fucked up -gay marriage

Lesbians are surrounding the Eastern Pan Handle. They scissor with their girlfriends 98.9% of the day and they occasionally come out of their caves to eat something other than vagina.

Reason #2 why relationships are fucked up, we all want what we can’t have and we try to change people.

I have a good friend that feels the need to spend most of her time chasing guys who have girlfriends or husbands. The problem is, she’s not the only one. Good luck.

My third reason involves another friend/associate. I’ve been hooking up with this girl on a strict Tuesday/ Thursday basis. That all changed when she asked me on our first date to see “No Strings Attached”. Little did she know, I also had several other “no strings attached” kind of girls and she became angry, threatening to NEVER “help pack my bags” again.

Reason # 3 Do not keep secrets or lies from your significant other/others.

Last week in class helped me come to a realization that we are all pretty much fucked in this day in age. As this stupid bitch behind me talked about her “fiancĂ©” (he has a name you dumb cunt. We get it! You’re settling for one penis the rest of your life -way to think that one through). I came to my conclusion on relationships. Riddle me this, 50% of marriages end in divorce (proven fact). Of those 50% that stay together, I would say at least 30% do it for financial or convenient reasons. 10% stay together because they probably have some kind of fucked up disease that they gave to each other while cheating, so they can’t get another significant other. (Unless they visit positivelysingles.com.)

So guess what folks! That leaves 10% of us that will probably be happy in marriage. Sounds promising huh? Yeah, marriage can pretty much “GFI” go fuck its self. I’m content with being single!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Quote of the Week

2 Key Facts in understanding this quote.

1. I still have that whole congested sinus problem thing.
2. Red is in the nursing program.

Red: Let me listen to your congested heart.
Me: My heart is not congested...
Dinosaur: Look out future kids of America.

Blogger for LYFE

I would write about the Superbowl, but the only thing worth mentioning is that the Steelers lost. The only reason I’m happy the Steelers loss is because my obnoxious teammate is obsessed with them. Her post game status read:

As da time ticks down till i cant talk bout my team4a yr :( I want2say2all da bandwagon fans n haterz PLEASE SHUT UP yaw team was sitting@home while mine was playing 2nite No we didnt win but we made it further den yaw so unless u r a TRUE packers fan u have no need2talk Quit hatin on us n focus on ur team cuz hatin on us dont make yaw no betta DAT WILL B ALL DUECES HATERZ

I had four thoughts regarding her status.

1.      It probably took her longer to write this in Ignorant than it would have to write in English.
2.      The Steelers loss BECAUSE God knew she would write this status.
3.      What the hell is a “Yaw”
4.      Redskins for LYFE.

Side Note- My team has this recent sick obsession with accentuating statements with LYFE at the end. Yes, I realize life is not spelled with a Y, but the Y adds zest. Such as “Sisters for LYFE” or “Rock on for LYFE.”

Anyways, because I have nothing of interest to share, I will tell you all about a little Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-2 story. I found it humorous...

Writing “Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-2” gets tiring, so I’m going to shorten her name. Let’s go with Asshole. So Asshole is on the foul line during Saturday’s game against Concord University (let me remind you again that we won). Asshole tugs on Holly Bibb’s jersey. Bibb is NOT on our team; she plays for Concord University and since my freshman year this kid has dropped a couple crucial threes on us each game. So Asshole tugs on Bibb’s jersey and says “Hey, watch out, she throws bows, we get them in practice all the time.”

Asshole was referring to our post player Monster. I have spoken about Monster in a past blog, but I’ll reiterate her 6’6 status. She’s bad ass and big. You do NOT want to get boxed out by this chick.

End. Of. Story.

This afternoon, Asshole received a Facebook friend request from yes, HOLLY BIBB. Attached to request was a little note… “Hey girl, thanks for looking out.”

 Friends for LYFE!

Anyways, little baby just showed up to cook up her famous Macaroni. She was supposed to be here at 9 –I was getting worried she was standing me up, but then I remembered Little Babies don’t lie.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Oh Baby

We hoisted Baby up and shoved her in the bus storage compartment above the back seats.

(Baby is the shortest division two basketball player in the world. She stands at four feet nothing… barely. Maybe a little bigger, but whatever.)

She tried to wiggle away and say no, but we told her that Babies can’t talk.

Captain: Yell, “COO-COO” if you can’t breath!

And she slammed the door shut.

We broke our five game losing streak with the win over Concord. Thank You God.

Side Note- Status’s are a BIG deal on game days. It’s a big personal competition between me and the rest of the team to get more “likes” or comments about my status.

I. NEVER.WIN.

My game day status read, Enthusiasm moves the world"... The world is cool, but I'm currently very fucking enthusiastic about moving Concord down in the ranks.”…I got one “Like.” I put a lot of effort into that status and my only “like” was from my tan slacker friend… thanks DUDE.

Anyways, we travel with the men’s basketball team, so with great enthusiasm we decided to congratulate them with a “Little” surprise. So Little Baby waited patiently until our hopeful prospect, Look-a-like-Lebron James, opened up the cabinet…
Seriously, it could not have worked out any better. Lebron walked on the bus cheesing in his foreigner, French, smiley way and walked towards the back of the bus as we clapped in congratulations. Like clockwork he popped open the compartment…

Little Baby screamed, “ROARRRR.”

Lebron yelled “HOLYY…” in his French accent.

Classic. It’s quite interesting how happy we are we when we win. Gee.