Monthly Archives: February 2012

Labels Are the Real Problem

Labels.  You see them everywhere you turn.  On that can of soup, on the case of beer you bought me, on your underwear, on my underwear…hey!  What are you doing looking at my underwear?

Labels are the problem with society.  I’m not saying they don’t have their place, as they most certainly do.  What I am saying is that when something is labeled a certain way, then that’s the only way most people are willing to see it.  Here’s an example for you:

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You like my duck? It's a duck.

See that duck up there?  It’s nothing special, mind you, just a silly little duck image I found while searching around.  But wait, it’s also a rabbit.  Is your mind blown?  It’s blown right?  AmIRight?  I’m right.  You were perfectly willing to accept that that image above was a duck and only a duck because I labeled it as such.  And if you were willing to just accept my label of “duck” you might never have seen the rabbit, and you would have missed out on that facet of the image. (more…)

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I love you too, dear.

In my never ending quest to find a Valentine’s Day gift for my wife, I continue to find myself inexplicably drawn to the Amazon.com “Valentine’s Gifts for Her” suggestions.  Today they outdid themselves.  If you read my last installment of Bad Valentine’s Day gifts you’ll already know that Amazon’s idea of great gift ideas and everybody else’s idea of great gift ideas are complete and total polar opposites.

However, before you get into this list of awful gifts, here’s a company that has some GREAT gifts you can consider for Valentine’s Day.  Berries.com has something that’s sure to be well received by that special someone.

Now I’m sure that computer scientists and list makers haven’t come together quite yet in a perfect symbiotic relationship of the type that would allow a heartless, emotionless machine to spit out a list that makes a lot of sense and is tailored to meet the very tastes of that special woman in your life.  Especially not when you consider that most nerds are virgins and afraid of the opposite sex in real life.  Kind of like cashiers really.

But you’d think they could at least try a little bit.  Maybe read a book about girls or something.  Apparently all of their experience comes from World of Warcraft chat rooms and online pornography.  The fact is, they’re making my life difficult and that needs to stop.

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10 Reasons Men Just Have It Better

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Men are good at this, fixing cars, mowing lawns and scratching balls. Not necessarily in that order though.

It’s a fact.  Men are happier overall than women, and it’s because everything is just simply better for us.  I’m not being sexist, and I’m certainly not trying to upset any fringe groups of militant cashiers on the internet, but the simple truth of the matter is that men on the whole have it better than women.

Now I’m sure I’m going to get blasted by some feminist fruitcake who wants to let me know that they, in fact, can do many of the things I’m about to say they can’t below.  To that handful of insecure and lonely women, all I can offer is “So what?”

My goal here isn’t to be specific to every person on the planet, that would be impossible and I’d have to figure out which category to put Rosie O’donnel in.  Honestly that’s not fair to anyone, and I believe she opens jars with her ass and some udder butter.  But now I’m getting off track and I’d just as soon get into this article about 10 Reasons Men Have it Better than Women.

1.  Our last name stays put.  Unless you’re one of those sissy-men who takes his wife’s last name or hyphenates his name to show equality or some other such drivel, the man’s name never changes when he gets married.  Of course, if he’s marrying two or more women in different states, then maybe his name does change, but that’s purely by chance, and not at all necessary to the ceremony.

2.  Speaking of weddings, the plans for a wedding just magically take care of themselves.  Sure, you might have to help pick out a china pattern or agree on the buffet menu, but otherwise those things are simple.  I don’t understand why women have such a stressful time with these things.  Mine was a breeze.  I rented a tux, showed up at the church, went to the Moose Lodge afterwards and we partied.  Easy as pie.  Plus, it’s cheaper for us.  Tux Rental – $350, Wedding Dress – $5,000

3.  We can open all of our own jars.  Again, this only applies if you’re not a sissified, pseudo-man who hyphenates his name and waxes his groin.

4.  People never stare at our breasts when we’re talking to them.  And if they do, they’re doing it because of our massively impressive pectoral muscles that make us oh-so-macho and tough looking.  Never because they want to get us out of our clothes and motorboat us.

5.  Our underwear is about $7.50 for a three pack.  There’s limited options:  Briefs, boxers, boxer-briefs.  (If you said bikini cut, you may as well go ahead and hyphenate your last name and let me open that jar for you, Nancy)

6.  Our hairstyle remains in fashion for years, if not decades.

7.  Wrinkles simply add character, and grey hair is a distinguishing characteristic.  Women simply get old and grey.

8.  We can go on a 5 day vacation and have more than enough clothing in a single suitcase.

9.  Same work, more pay.

10.  We can get Christmas shopping done for two-dozen relatives on December 24th in just under an hour.

In conclusion, all I can say is that it’s great to be a man.  We don’t have the problems that women do and we’re not expected to be anything more than what we are.  Belching, farting, scratching, hairy, smelly, lazy lumps of humanity, and it’s not only acceptable, it’s quite often expected of us.

 

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Madonna looks good don't you think?

As a long suffering Redskins fan, it was hard for me to root for either team in the game yesterday.  Luckily I loathe both Tom Brady and Bill Belichick, so that made my decision for me, and I was pulling for the Giants to win it.

To be honest, it was a good game.  Something that has become a rarity in most Superbowls.  You usually get a lopsided decision that leaves you feeling like you’re wasting your time watching it to begin with.  Thanks to the Giants and Patriots, we had a game that was fun to watch, even if you didn’t have a rooting interest.

In honor of the big game, I spent the day preparing a smoked turkey, hickory smoked chicken wings, atomic buffalo turds and some sides for the boys, the wife and myself.  We settled in just as kickoff was happening and it was great.  We dug into the grub and didn’t truly come up for air until just about half time.  And thank god we did, did you see that trainwreck of a former pop star?  Madonna looks like a skeleton somebody draped a little bit of cow hide over and stapled it in place.

She was awful.  Even lip synching she was unwatchable.  And then that damn rapper thing M.I.A. flipping off the camera for all of half-a-second.  Now the Parents Television Council is all up in arms.  A statement they released…

“A simple apology rings hollow after yet another slap in the face to families, especially when NBC has argued before the U.S. Supreme Court that it should be allowed to air all manner of indecent material at any time of day, even when children are watching,” Winter said. “Either the NFL and NBC will take immediate steps to hold those accountable for this offensive material in front of a hundred million Americans, or they will feebly sit back and do nothing. The nation – and the PTC – is watching.”

Well whoopty-shit.  I really like the part where they said “Either the NFL and NBC will take immediate steps to hold those accountable…or they will do nothing”.  What other options are there really?  Do something or do nothing.  Christ, and these people are in charge of something?  Anything?  Wow.  I wouldn’t let them walk my dog, let alone decide what should be on television.

Here’s a thought.  If you don’ t like it, change the channel.  That remote control you have works great for doing it.

Anyhow, we ate good, the Patriots lost and I had a good time.  And really, isn’t that what truly matters?

Roseanne Barr Wants to be President

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If this president thing doesn't work out, maybe she can star in Throw Momma From the Train 2

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!!!!!  That’s all I can say after reading this AP news story.  Roseanne Barr filed the papers to get the Green Party’s support as she attempts to run for president of the United States.  This is the best thing I’ve heard ever since Donald Trump pretended he was going to run and forced that jack-wagon in Washington to give us access to his birth certificate.

In terms of dumbest goddamned thing ever, Roseanne is definitely coming out swinging.  She’s at least in the top 5 dumbest things ever now.  Along with Ashton Kutcher being on TV, Ron Paul attempting yet one more run at the Presidency and Twinkies filing bankruptcy.  It’s just astounding how stupid this is.  I know she’s been out of the public’s eye, save for the following Snickers Commerical spot where they rightfully tried to kill her with a 3 ton swinging tree.

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So yeah, unless we get to pummel her with death dealing Aspen Pine trunks, I don’t really need to know anymore about her platform.  Her agenda?  Well she says that she has always represented the working class and women.  Apparently rich women aren’t rich men, and therefore need this bag of fetid shit to represent them along with the dregs of society.

I don’t know, I really hope she gets the nomination and forces her Crypt-keeper looking ass into the national debates at least once.  Can you imagine?  Let’s say Romney wins the GOP nod, and we get to see Brian Williams moderate the next Presidential Debate:

Brian Williams:  Thank you all for being here, welcome to the 2012 Presidential Debates.  President Obama, Mr. Romney, Roseanne.

Obama:  Thank you, it’s a pleasure to be here.

Romney: Thank you, it’s a pleasure to be here.

Roseanne:  Aaaaah, you can kiss my fat ass.  <obnoxious laughter> Isn’t that right Darlene?  Darlene?  Ah, damn kids.

Oh it would be glorious.  What would her stance on Foreign Affairs be?

Roseanne:  Well the way I see it, we should make all them Eye-Rackees work in a plastic fork factory for minimum wage until they learn they can start a restaurant with their sister and lesbian mother.  And to make it even funnier, let’s add Martin Mull as a gay man to run the joint.

The Economy?

Roseanne:  Just do what I did.  Win the lottery and dream that you killed your husband off.  Then go back on that plot line because the fans hated that you survived and John Goodman didn’t.

Gay Marriage?

Roseanne:  Ah, who cares.  Munch a carpet, smoke a pole.  Just make sure you buy my new book “Roseanne: A life worth living is worth living on a pile of Hagen-Daas.”   Hell, I married Tom Arnold for a season, and that was worse than Gay marriage.  That was retarded marriage.  I think all gay people should marry Tom Arnold first, if they last 6 months, then they can get married to someone who isn’t from outer space.

Let’s all get out the vote.  Roseanne for President!  The Connor Family goes to D.C.  It could be a Movie of the Week!

It’s Superbowl Weekend!

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Rex'll be watching from home just like us regular guys.

The party’in starts NOW folks.  I was going to get up today, write an incredibly witty, yet misunterstood, article about some group of people so they too could hate on me.  But instead, I had to get my new BBQ smoker burned in for the big day Sunday.

As you can see on the sidebar of the site, I was trying to get a petition going to make Superbowl Sunday a national holiday.  Since nobody, save for 2 people, saw fit to sign the petition, I’m afraid I’m going to have to abandon all hope of getting Monday off now.  I’m not giving up though.  I will fight the good fight and I will continue to circulate this online petition until we have enough signatures to force the powers-that-be in Washington to take notice and give the American people what they want.  And what do we want?  We want a holiday for the Superbowl.  It’s one of the biggest party events of the year!

So if you would, sign my little petition hah?  To my knowledge, it doesn’t cost you a dime and it could help us add a holiday to the calendar so that all of us fun-lovin’, beer-swillin’, party-goin’, red-blooded, All-American Americans can get our groove on proper and still have one day to recover from it.

Hell, if Arbor day is a thing, I don’t see why this won’t work.  Here’s my Superbowl pick:  Giants.  My prediction, however, is the Patriots.  I want the Pats to lose, ergo, they will win.  Smart money’s on New England.  Smarter money’s on Miller Brewing Company stock, because I’m doing it up right this Sunday!

My Dog Broke My Tooth

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She's got one hell of an uppercut apparently.

She did.  She’s a bad ass y’all.  Now, I’m sure my cashier friends will think I got what’s coming to me, but what kind of monsters are you if you think that?  Come on!  My tooth is broken thanks to my dog.

I have two dogs.  I have Roscoe, who’s about 110lbs of pure, unfiltered stupid.  And I have Jewels.  She’s part Rottweiler, part Labrador, and part tooth breaking menace.  I don’t know what all breeds that she’s comprised of, she’s a rescue dog that we got when she was a puppy.  She weighs in at 35lbs, stands about 14″ high so I’m assuming she’s part chihuahua, or maybe part ferret.  It’s really hard to tell.

At any rate, she likes to rough-house and play.  Tuesday night, I got down on the floor with her to “wrassle” a little bit.  And we were going at it.  I’d push her over on her back and she’d try to grab my arm and tear it off.  You know, dog-play.

Well, she got really worked up apparently and lunged at my face.  I was on her level.  She hit me right in the mouth with her mouth.  In slow motion, I’m sure it would look inappropriate to those who look down upon human-dog French kissing.  But it was over in a split second.  She drew back and laid down on the floor, thinking I was gonna be mad for some reason.  At this point, I hadn’t realized she broke my tooth.  I just knew we had a collision.  Then I felt it.  Half of my lower tooth was missing and rolling around in my mouth.

So I went to the dentist today and he looked at it.  Then he asked how it happened.  I was honest, told him my 35lb dog broke it.  When he stopped laughing at me, he said he would file down the sharp points and leave it be for now.  But, as I was leaving, he reminded me to wear a mouth guard next time I played with the dog.

I hate him so much.

On a related note, I didn’t beat the dog.  It’s not like she’s a cashier or anything.

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When you care enough to send the very best, send this instead.

This might become a series for a while.  Since I’ve successfully beaten down the Cashier Contingent, I felt I needed to move forward and help my guy friends out with their Valentine’s Gift shopping.  There are all kinds of guides to “help” you find the perfect gift for the woman who was dumb enough to marry you and not get rid of your sorry ass shortly thereafter.  But I think my guide is going to be much more useful and it will hopefully help you avoid sleeping in the garage this February 14th – 28th.

The thing is, not every woman has the same tastes, and while your wife or girlfriend might enjoy diamonds and gold, another gal might enjoy power saws and hammers.  Different strokes for different folks.  I am not here to judge the love of your life, unless she’s a cashier, so I will try to show you the difference between a GOOD present and a Shitty present.  You’re results may vary.

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