Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Ladies, go out there and get your man an engagement sword. If you are already married, I recommend and engagement sword for your anniversary.
Friday, March 13, 2009
I just don't know what else to say, but if any of you out there are of the "underwear ironing needed" persuasion, I would love to hear about when this need crops up (exclusive of those underwear models out there, I assume it is part of your job to ensure that your "uniform" is wrinkle free).
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Now, lets discuss how ghetto it feels to have to roll down my window and reach around to the outside door handle in order to get out of my car. The embarrassment is increased when I forget to take care of this process before turning off the car. Now I have to turn the car BACK on, roll down the window, open the door, roll the window BACK up and then turn the car BACK off.
WTF- This is the second time the door handle has broken on my precious Focus. I just hope nobody from work sees me undertake the above delineated process.
On a positive note, I would like to mention that the parking structure attached to my office building offers me a covered location with which to park my mint 2002 Focus. This is a good thing as it is raining today and when it rains the passenger side floor board tends to fill up with approximately 3-5 inches of water. That is, until it reaches a certain level and then it tends to seep under the seat and fill up the back seat.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Really I would just like you all to view this sketch of Jim Gaffigan's. I think it is the funniest thing ever!
Hope all is well out there!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Granted, it is not a good picture. But, trust me here, its a hand dryer. EXCEPT, the label on it says: Jetair Ultimate: Hand/Hair Dryer. Hmmm. Hair Dryer? Really? I imagine that is irrelevant that it took me about five minutes to get my hands from saturated to merely clammy, and that there is no telling how long it would take someone to dry their hair with this bad boy. BUT, more importantly, is this something we really want to be promoting? Public hair drying? Maybe it is really a face dryer for those of us that are unfortunate enough to bend over in front of the commode at the wrong time? I must say, I was quite baffeled by this.
Good Night everyone!
Happy Hump Day for tomorrow, lets really appreciate it!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Girl on Girl Action
So, I was super tired by the time the dancing was all done and we got back to the Star's house. Unfortunately there is just one little couch with which to sprawl out on (this is my justification anyhow). Me and Ken-Star proceeded to change into our PJs and do some snuggling:
Yeah, I think we laid like that for about 45 min, we were quite an attraction, but honestly it was just super comfy!
I believe we all know that I have the maturity level of a 12 year-old boy, please keep that in mind. So, we woke up Saturday morning (L-Star, Samson-Star, and Ken-Star) and walked to a nearby diner to get some breakfast. I went in my PJ's, which consisted of my MaineLaw sweatshirt and bright green thermal pants with Eeyores all over them. While we were at the restaurant I decided it would be super fun to "blow" my straw wrapper at Samson by way of ripping a piece of the wrapper off the straw and then blowing in one end, thus shooting the straw wrapper off the end of the straw. (You all know what I mean, right?) I saw the outcome of my actions having a different end result. Instead of hitting Samson in the face with my straw wrapper, it shot past his face and landed on the gentleman behind him. Now, had the diner patron been wearing ANYTHING else, it probably would have been fine, but as the case may be, he was wearing fleece. As most of you may now, fleece is as close to velcro as material can get, so OF COURSE, the straw wrapper stuck to his jacket and was sticking straight out. I thought I might die. Fortunately enough, the gentleman didn't notice. Unfortunately, the waitress was taking his order at the time, and I find it difficult to believe that she could have missed it. I was trying to contain the laughter that had stemmed from my extreme humiliation while L-Star was begging Samson to "fix it." Samson (the star that he is), merely reached over, plucked the wrapper off the gentleman while muttering "excuse me." Ahhh, to be a mature adult...
Ice, Ice, Baby
So, this particular weekend the town of Salem was doing some thing with all these ice sculptures. All sorts of establishments had ice sculptures outside their doors. We got to see lots of them on the walk home.
Also, on the way home I stopped to get my pic taken in a witch cut out, when all of a sudden a girl in Eeyore PJ pants walked by, WHAT ARE THE CHANCES!?!? Had to get a pic of that too.
Then there were the pirates climbing the wall, Samson gave it his best effort:
PS- pretty pissed that I left my coat there just in time for the ice storm that we had here yesterday!