Observations like Stale Pizza
Posted April 9th, 2007 by Nathan DeGraaf
Recently, Don Imus got himself into media trouble when he referred to members of the women's Rutgers basketball team as "nappy headed hos", which is very shocking to me because I was under the impression that no one listened to Imus or watched women's NCAA basketball. Who knew?
Here are just a few of the ways that college kids can make and save money: donate blood and sperm, go fishing instead of grocery shopping, write papers for other college students, steal textbooks and sell drugs. These are just some of the ways. There are probably a lot more, but I'm not here to help with everything. Just some things.
A woman I was dating recently asked me to leave her place, so I wished her goodnight and left. Later, she called me up and told me that I was in a foul mood when I left and that she couldn't believe I left when I did. My response, "But you asked me to." Women: fucking insane on so many levels.
Seeing that an ex-girlfriend has gotten fatter since you dumped her is an odd feeling. It's kind of like selling a stock and then watching it go down in value, but more like leaving a burning house in time to watch it go up in flames.
Yesterday, a married friend of mine was forced to get rid of all his pornography by his bitter and uncaring wife. He gave all the porn to his little brother, who is in college, and as a result of the gift, I gather that younger brother is less likely to graduate than he was a day ago. Also, he's probably gonna be a lot more popular with his fraternity brothers, now.
I can't tell you the last time I ordered a delivery pizza while sober.
Recent text message I received: "Do you drink every night?" I didn't answer it.
Have you ever known people who had agreeable divorces? These always crack me up. The couple involved doesn't yell at each other or bicker over petty shit. They still talk to each other in a friendly manner and even deliver each other their respective mail. This always makes me wonder why anyone who could have a pleasant divorce would bother to get one. I mean, if you've already found someone who you like leaving, why leave her? I'll probably never understand that one.
And finally, because logic and fluidity have to get going if they're gonna stay ahead of the weather, I leave you with the following, said by my friend, Dave:
"I don't care what anyone tells you, Easter Bunnies taste just as good as regular bunnies."
Recently, Don Imus got himself into media trouble when he referred to members of the women's Rutgers basketball team as "nappy headed hos", which is very shocking to me because I was under the impression that no one listened to Imus or watched women's NCAA basketball. Who knew?Here are just a few of the ways that college kids can make and save money: donate blood and sperm, go fishing instead of grocery shopping, write papers for other college students, steal textbooks and sell drugs. These are just some of the ways. There are probably a lot more, but I'm not here to help with everything. Just some things.
A woman I was dating recently asked me to leave her place, so I wished her goodnight and left. Later, she called me up and told me that I was in a foul mood when I left and that she couldn't believe I left when I did. My response, "But you asked me to." Women: fucking insane on so many levels.
Seeing that an ex-girlfriend has gotten fatter since you dumped her is an odd feeling. It's kind of like selling a stock and then watching it go down in value, but more like leaving a burning house in time to watch it go up in flames.
Yesterday, a married friend of mine was forced to get rid of all his pornography by his bitter and uncaring wife. He gave all the porn to his little brother, who is in college, and as a result of the gift, I gather that younger brother is less likely to graduate than he was a day ago. Also, he's probably gonna be a lot more popular with his fraternity brothers, now.
I can't tell you the last time I ordered a delivery pizza while sober.
Recent text message I received: "Do you drink every night?" I didn't answer it.
Have you ever known people who had agreeable divorces? These always crack me up. The couple involved doesn't yell at each other or bicker over petty shit. They still talk to each other in a friendly manner and even deliver each other their respective mail. This always makes me wonder why anyone who could have a pleasant divorce would bother to get one. I mean, if you've already found someone who you like leaving, why leave her? I'll probably never understand that one.
And finally, because logic and fluidity have to get going if they're gonna stay ahead of the weather, I leave you with the following, said by my friend, Dave:
"I don't care what anyone tells you, Easter Bunnies taste just as good as regular bunnies."
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15 Comments
Case in point of why I'm single, I'd rather rub one out than get some from my ex's and have to deal with their bat crazy shit.
Some women give all women a bad rap. Believe me, there are women who exist that HATE mind games ("I'm not mad" - means that you're not mad - and if you are, I'm gonna pretend like you aren't because you are too damn stupid to tell me the truth), enjoy swallowing a gulp of cum to see the smile on their guy's face, think sex should be a before-bed and every morning activity like brushing your teeth, and don't understand the logic in nagging (it's just easier to do it yourself).
Asking someone to leave and then getting pissed that they do is retarded. And of course you would have had a bad attitude - you were tossed out on your ass (which I imagine to be rather cute - if it's not, I don't want to know).
My point - some women are stupid...don't condemn us all for their lack of ability to grasp logic.
Oh - and for what it's worth - I left my husband 18 months ago and he's still pissed off - how's that for a disagreeable divorce!
Tilly, if only it was possible to find a woman with some of the same thoughts as you. You truely are a testament to great women.
Tillie...all I have to say is...
*slowly starts clapping*
Mark - that's what I'm saying...it IS possible. Women like me exist...you are probably just looking in all the wrong places.
Tyler - thanks. Applause are always appreciated. :0)
Here's my question - why is it so damn difficult to find a man with half a brain, a cute ass, and a sense of humor who's good in bed? Really, all I need is someone with a LITTLE bit of common sense and I'd be set. Is it really asking too much??
Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on its smiling face a dream... of spring.
But don't worry, the blizzard is going to hit outside of town.
Tillie, of course you're right, when i said if only it was possible, i really meant, why is it so damn hard. As for looking in all the wrong places, after the last girl, who was so amazing, but then after almost 2 years just ended things out of the blue, i really stopped looking, where would be a good place to start again?
Mark - All I know is women with those opinions (like me) aren't in the same place as guys with half a brain, a cute ass, and a sense of humor who are good in bed... because if they were, I wouldn't be sleeping in a cold bed alone most nights. ;0) So, I'll make you a deal...you fill me in on where to find one of those guys and I'll tell you what I know about where to find one of those girls. Deal??
This is turning into one heluva comment box. Like a dating site or something.
And by the way, I have been told that I have little more than half a brain, a cute butt, some common sense (not much) and a sense of humor. But I live in Tampa and I ain't leaving.
Well Nate - I can't really justify the trip of 20+ hours - but if I'm ever in Tampa, I'll be happy to give you my opinion about your chunk of a brain, potentially cute ass, and sense of humor - the common sense thing I threw in because it sounded good...it probably isn't a strict requirement. Besides, after a few beers most people (myself included) lose any common sense that may have been present at the beginning of the night. ;-)
Be proud of your comment box - size matters ya know!
I wish i could tell you Tillie, besides Nate down there in Tampa, and well, me here at Penn State (or at least i'd like to believe i meet those requirements) i really have no idea where to find them.
As for your comment box Nate, your articles and blogs always lend a valuable, or at least funny, life lesson. So i suppose it was only a matter of time until your comment box followed suit.
"Yesterday, a married friend of mine was forced to get rid of all his pornography by his bitter and uncaring wife."
This burns me up. Did she take away his masturbation priveleges too? No wife has the right to tell her husband when he can and can't spank it! She's digging her own grave. He'll either start cheating or screaming at her. You don't turn off a pressure valve and expect the pressure to just go away. If I was him, I'd cut the bitch off and spank it more, blatantly. Let her know that she doesn't own your balls.
BTW, if you can't have porn, then she can't have cheesy romantic novels, fashion mags, or any girly movie that they love to watch over and over (like Dirty Dancing, Grease, or Father of the Bride).
Sounds like she's frigid as hell. If he hasn't already, buying her the rabbit pearl might do the trick. If she hasn't EVER owned ANY type of vibrator, then they're both dumbasses and he deserves his pseudo-celibate existence.
WOW easy there granpa Tom, jajajaja
I totally agree with you, but your raging comment makes me think that maybe that one hit a little to close to home.
Yes, I'm a porn fiend. Yes, my wife puts up with me. I'm not gross about it, though she does think that my only hobbies are porn, pot, and football. She actually renewed my subscription to Playboy recently, so I must be doing something right.
You sure are. my husband is the same way: he loves his porn and i don't mind about it. As long as he keep coming back home everyday after work and i don't see any changes in his behaivor i really don't mind about the porn.
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