Just played my first Ranked Online match of Madden 13 on Xbox 360. The gentleman I played was Level 10, which is the highest online rank you can get an achievement for. His slogan was, "Tired of playin' Bums". We setup and he selects the New England Patriots and while I select the inferior Washington Redskins.
Opening play, I create a fumble, recover it and return it for a Touchdown. Now I have a 7 point lead. I'm not going to supply a play by play because I don't remember it all. But I can remember the first time this kid comes out after I scored off the fumble, I get him to 4th down and 6 on his own 40 or so. Of course, in classic online fashion, he goes for it and doesn't get it.
I assume he thought I was just going to roll out every play with RG3 but i only rushed with him about 4-5 times the entire game. I did run a lot of 5 wide outs to make him think i was going to scramble but rarely did. The thing that got me next was the fact that the guy started to run the SAME play to the same receiver (Gronkowski). The saddest part is the fact that it took me an entire quarter to realize what he was doing. I started to select a line backer to cover the cheese play and then he switched to a different receiver. Of
course.
One thing he was good at was getting interceptions on me. I threw 6 and he threw only 2. This kid played so shitty other than that. He had no variety to his play and used little to no intellect to try to beat me. He just ran the same plays and watched my D for holes.
4th quarter, it's 30-29 him because he kept going to 2 point conversions. He has the ball, i pick him off with 2:30 left. I throw a pick instantly back. 2 mins left I force a fumble and recover it. Now, it's 2 minute offense time and i felt very confident. He had used 2 time outs already and i still had all 3.
I made a few LARGE gains and got down the field quickly. I was watching the clock and slowly ticking it off with minor run plays or small scrambles. His last timeout has been used and I'm on his 25 yard line ready to seal the game with my kicker. It's practically a gimme as long as you don't think about it lol.
Field goal is good and I win 30-32 with no time left on the clock. Tired of playing Bums huh? I do play A LOT of football on xbox but i don't play online often, mainly because of guys like this. They find a trick play or an easy play that assures them 3-5 yards every time and just run it until the game is over.
I took down an online Madden bully giant with an inferior team and sent him on his way to find a legitimate victim he could prey on next. See you next time cheeser.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Friday, August 31, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
The Trouble with a Sleepless Night
Last night was one of
the worst nights of my entire life time, other than the nights when I
was sick. I went to bed around 11pm after watching the True Blood
Finale. What happened next was absolutely absurd.
From 11pm-5:15am, I
proceeded to toss and turn every 3-5 minutes or so. I took some Nyquil
before bed because I ran myself out of my sleeping pills but it didn’t
help. I literally watched the clock tick minutes
away. It got so old that all I really wanted was the clock to say
5:30am so I could get up and go to work. I never got that far.
During my tossing and
turning, my only pair of boxers that aren’t boxer brief continued to let
my junk sneak out of the bottom. As I would turn myself, my boxers
didn’t follow suit so I constantly had to adjust
my coin purse. At one point, I know I had one nut out and the other
nut in a knot inside the boxers, it was excruciating.
Straighten out the
boxers, adjust the merchandise and proceed to try to sleep even though I
already knew it was over and was not going to happen. So I decided to
attempt an old trick Aliyah taught me. I put my
thumb in my mouth and I laid on my side. No go.
I knew only one thing
would curb my appetite for slumber and I knew it had to happen fast. I
got dressed at about 1:27am and got in the car. I went to every street
corner I thought would be suitable for a prostitute.
Hang in there; it’s not what you think. I finally stumbled upon the
perfect specimen. I pulled up and cracked the window. She asked what I
was interested in and I quietly mumbled, “Breast milk.”
First of all, she
didn’t have to laugh at me and second of all when I pulled out a crisp
100 dollar bill she still laughed as she pulled her boobie from her
shirt and milked herself into a small plastic container
I had placed on the roof. Once the container was topped off, I took it
back, smiled, smelled it and capped it. I pulled away only to see red
and blue lights in my mirror.
Yes, Officer? Because I
knew I did nothing wrong. Let me see that container you got there
boy. I handed the container to the cop and he slowly sniffed the
contents, as if I were about to wage biological warfare
on the city.
I explained to him what
my problem was and he let me off with a warning for gross misconduct,
which is a $573 fine. No problem. I needed this sleep like a crack
head needs some peewee to suck to get his fix on.
I pulled up at the
house, took the breast milk down my gullet in 2 large gulps and I knew
it was just a matter of time before I was down for the count. I ran to
the door, got it open and secured the house. As
I proceeded up the stairs, I began to slowly fall asleep in
mid-movement. By the time I reached the top step I was on all fours
trying to make it to the bedroom.
I woke up in the middle
of the hall and realized I had pissed the floor. Of course, I was off
to Walmart to get Madden and then work to….work. I had no time to clean
up piss.
What a night!
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Monday, August 27, 2012
The International Dibs Rulebook
This constitution is
fully endorsed and sanctioned by the International Dibs-Calling
Committee (IDCC). The rules listed below apply to the calling of Dibs,
also known as “The Call”. Dibs may be made on any single
person, whose sexual gender meets the preference of the caller. Dibs
is called to reserve the target of the call (“the Target”) for the
caller only, preventing others from approaching the Target for a set
period of time. A Dibs call ensures a reasonable
opportunity to seduce the Target without competition. These rules are
definitive and binding.
Section I: The Basic Rules
Article 1
In
order to call Dibs, the caller must pronounce the word “Dibs”,
verifiable by at least one other person. The caller must also identify
the Target is a reasonable manner (i.e. “I got Dibs on
the butterface in the yellow g-string).
Article 2
Dibs
may only be called if the enactor (“the Caller”) has seen the Target in
person. (Photographs, digital images, etc. do not count). Dibs can only
be called when the Caller is in line-of-sight
(LOS) of the Target; Dibs cannot be made if the Caller has already
departed the Target’s location.
Article 3
The
Call guarantees that no other individual, other than the Caller, may
make any effort at hooking up with (seducing, courting, etc.) the Target
for 30 days.
Article 4
Anyone
disrespecting a legitimate Dibs call may be proclaimed a jackass by the
community, and forfeits all honor. The Community may henceforth
actively seek to destroy any sort of relationship
the disrespecting citizen attempts with the Target, and may be attacked
on sight.
Article 5
Dibs
may only be called on a target who is officially single. In the case
where the Target’s status is unknown, Dibs in effect until information
presents itself that clearly establishes that the
Target is already spoken for.
Section II: Special Cases
These special
exceptions to the above rules should be considered in the order
presented; the case listed first will take precedence over any of the
cases beneath it, when applicable.
Article 1
In
the instance that the Dibs call was made after midnight, the 30-day
period begins on the active day (the day in which one woke up).
Article 2
In
the instance that the Caller is no longer interested in the Target, then
the Caller may retract the Call. The Caller may not make a new Dibs
call on the same target until another person calls
Dibs on the Target in question, and that call has elapsed. Dibs may
not be surrendered to a specific person.
Article 3
In
the instance that 30 days has elapsed since the Caller established Dibs,
and the Caller has been unsuccessful in hooking up with the Target,
then another individual may call new Dibs on the
Target. The individual whose time elapsed may not make a new Dibs call
on the Target until after every potential candidate whom the original
caller knows has either already called Dibs or has declined. If
everyone has already called Dibs or declined, the
slate is cleaned and anyone may call Dibs on the Target (except for the
last Caller, who must wait until at least one other person has called
Dibs again). For purposes of this Article, “every potential candidate’
includes only those people who were present
when the original Dibs call was made.
Article 4
In
the instance that the Target actively pursues a person who has not
called Dibs, then the person the Target is after may submit to the
Target’s desires, rendering the Dibs call irrelevant. For
purposes of this Article, active pursuit will be determined only by
those people present when the Dibs call was made; a majority vote will
determine if the Target’s pursuit is “active”.
Article 5
In
the instance that the Caller makes no significant effort at hooking up
with the Target within 15 days of the call, then the Caller forfeits
Dibs. Rules outlined in Article 2 are thusly followed.
Section III: The Free-for-All Rule (a.k.a. The Gang-Bang Rule)
If a
successful Dibs call has been made, the Caller may institute the
Free-for-All Rule. In this case, all rules become obsolete, and Dibs
may no longer be called on the Target until after the
Target has hooked up with someone and broken up with them.
Amendments
Amendment I: The Lesbian Rule (a.k.a. Hot Dibs)
Contrary
to its name, this Amendment is not gender-specific. If Dibs is called
by someone of one gender, then the Call may be overridden by someone of
the opposite gender by calling “Hot-Dibs”.
This call is only legal the overrider makes the override call within
five minutes of the original Dibs. All Dibs earned in this manner last
only 15 days, not 30, and significant effort must be made within 7 days
before this call becomes invalid.
Hot-Dibs cannot be called to essentially “cock-block” the original Caller.
Amendment II: Warring Factions
All
rules within the Dibs Rulebook refer to a group of allied individuals
(known as a Faction); the Dibs rules made by the Caller apply only to
the Caller’s own Faction. Should the faction recognize
that Dibs was previously called by an individual in another Faction,
the Caller’s Dibs still remain in effect. The Caller’s Faction may
therefore attempt to sabotage the efforts of the opposing Faction’s
caller.
As
per Article 4 of the Basic Rules, all Factions are considered part of
the Community. This establishes additional reinforcements of the rules
governing of a Dibs call.
Thanks Mr. Torkel.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
Friday, August 24, 2012
Migraine vs. Headache
A lot of you that still read daily probably
think a migraine is the same as a headache. Only a choice few are
graced with the horrible fact that any given day you could be struck
down and put out of commission for an entire day or
two. My goal is to try to help a person that is with someone that
doesn’t get it; whether it’s your parents, your siblings or your
significant other.
First off, I’d like to lead off with the
obvious fact behind this matter. We don’t know when a migraine is going
to hit, we don’t know all the time when a regular sinus or tension
headache is going to turn into a horrible, crippling
migraine. There’s no need to argue about it, no need to get frustrated
about it and no need to create any sort of tension about it. No one
that suffers from chronic migraines wants to have a migraine. I’ve
never heard anyone profess their undying love for
a good migraine or say they would love to get a migraine right now so
they can leave work early. I will work 24 hours a day if it meant I
wouldn’t have a migraine.
Secondly, many people (doctors/scientists)
believe a migraine is actually a disorder of the central nervous system
in our bodies. A headache is merely a pain in the head area; triggered
by eating habits, dehydration, sinus congestion,
muscle tension, etc. A migraine is beyond the point of headache
status, they also include nausea, vomiting, dizziness, pain behind the
eyes, trouble seeing, muscle weakness, and abdominal pain. All these
symptoms come from the brain because the severity
of the migraine is, to put it so everyone can understand, making the
brain panic. The brain, as complex as it is, convinces itself that the
host if in danger and it is trying to eradicate the problem by sending
troops out to spots that aren’t even a part
of the problem.
As a constant migraine sufferer, I have
experienced each and every one of these issues/symptoms and it is
certainly not something real migraine sufferers would even joke about
wishing on someone. It’s that serious and in my experience
can lead to trips to the Emergency Room to have two shots, one for the
nausea and one for the severity of the pain. Now I’ve never been dosed
up enough to the point that I needed to be carried in the house but I
have heard stories about my father being so
doped up just to get rid of the pain that he couldn’t even function to
get in the house to rest.
Finally, there are a few more symptoms or
side effects to the migraine. When a true migraine has set in the
victim can and probably does suffer from photophobia and phonophobia.
Photophobia is an increased sensitivity to
light; I’ve experienced this every time I’ve had a migraine. The light
acts as a visual dagger either trying to pierce its way in to the brain
after crushing through the skull or the dagger
of light is already in the brain and it wants to come out, probably
through one of the eyeballs.
Phonophobia is an increased sensitivity to
sound; I have experienced this one as well with every migraine. The
slightest noise is so excruciating that it actually makes the brain feel
like one of the drums Lars Ulrich would play during
a show. It’s like the brain wants to exit the skull but your mental
abilities are so drained that you think it could actually happen.
Sometimes I feel like I have a huge knot on my forehead and go check in
the mirror or that my eyeball is about to squeeze
its way out of my eye socket, crushing my orbital bones in the process.
Next time you have a migraine or someone
you know is suffering from a migraine, sympathize with them and do
everything you can to help them. It’s not life threatening even though
it will get so bad at times that it will seem like
death is the only logical option.
For all my fellow migraine sufferers,
remember that you are not the only one, you are not alone. Just try to
be calm, get in a dark room or shower and just close your eyes.
Hopefully when you get in the bed, you’ll fall asleep for
hours and when you wake up, it will all be over with and life can
continue like normal, until the next one. Then the next day get into
the doctor and get some good drugs, Percocet or something of that
magnitude should easily do the trick. Don’t be ashamed
to go to the Emergency Room, don’t be embarrassed. I couldn’t give two
shits about what someone thinks about me during my time of hell on
earth. The Emergency Rooms are slow but they are sympathetic to these
problems and they will take care of you, just
be prepared for the co-pay.
In conclusion, for my non-migraine
sufferers don’t EVER call a migraine “just a headache”! Feel blessed or
lucky that you haven’t had to experience a migraine at full force. We
don’t enjoy being in the bed all day or having to use
our vacation as a sick day but it is part of the life that was bestowed
upon us through our genes. I know it’s frustrating for the spouse, my
wife used to not get it, but once it is clear, once they hear you
vomiting up stomach acid for hours on end, once
they hear you taking 8 showers in a 2 hour period and as they see you
getting a ride to the ER only to lie there for hours until they finally
give you some meds they will eventually get it.
You’re not the only one. That applies to pretty much everything too by the way.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Thursday, August 23, 2012
NOT a Chic-Fil-A BASH BLOG!
So I went out today to audit some stuff at
work. I got to 4 different areas and gather data as I see it and then I
come across this man. He is doing his work and I audit him, everything
checked out fine. After I finished with his
paperwork he points out his Chic-Fil-A sign that is taped to his box.
Then he begins to discuss how Chic-Fil-A has set the standard for how we
need to live as Americans in this country. That doesn’t bother me at
all but the following statement did, purely
on an ignorance basis: “Who woulda thunk a chicken sandwich would be
the only thing keeping us from becoming a fully gay planet?”
I have multiple problems with that statement:
A)
We are at work. Everyone has the right to be ignorant and
what not if they see fit but to present it to someone you don’t know in
that manner is very risky. I didn’t take offense or anything to it,
but to think a chicken sandwich is
the only thing saving this planet from ultimate homosexuality is
hilarious. After he finished saying what he was saying I asked, “What
about the waffle fries?” We had a nice laugh, he was laughing with me
and I was laughing at him, so technically he was
laughing at himself for being a full blown moron. Thank you sir.
B)
How in the world did he feel 100% confident that he could
drop that knowledge on me? How did he know I wasn’t an anti-chic-fil-a
person or an advocate for people making choices that affect only
themselves and not me at all? What made
him think, “I can say whatever I want to say this guy because he
appears to be cool.” If I was offended, he would have been fired on the
spot once he was reported.
C)
How did he know I didn’t like some man sausage? How did
he know I don’t play multiple skin flutes? How did he know I don’t give
and receive tube steak in my factory back door? Maybe I could have
been into that. Maybe I like to jack
2 guys off at the same time or I can handle 4 guys at time without
batting an eye.
D)
Please disregard item C.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
What the Cloud!?
Remember the days when
we were young and we would just lay in the grass and watch the clouds
and call out what they looked like? Remember all the different answers
and all the debates and what not that went on?
Well, I recently had this come up while I was outside with the wife and
kids in the pool.
I looked to the sky and
noticed a cloud that was clearly a side profile of a Wolf’s head
howling. It was majestic and sensual at the same time. My wife on the
other hand, somehow witnessed a horse in mid gallop.
Never in my life have I been so appalled by such an outrageous claim!
Of course I initiated
an aggressive debate about this topic. I clearly pointed out the ears,
the mouth, and the head, all of it as the wife is pointing out various
horse like attributes. So like any mature person
would do, I thought about how I could physically persuade her to see it
my way. I could dunk her repeatedly in the pool or “accidentally” slip
on the slick surface of pool bottom and punch her in the face. Somehow,
I managed to refrain.
We agreed to disagree
but I know I witnessed the most beautiful wolf cloud the world has ever
seen and I’ll never get to see it again. Even if I do see it again, now
I’ll be thinking about some fucking horse galloping
around when I know it is a wolf.
I don’t know what to say but a wolf beats a horse everyday of the week.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
International Hand Symbols
There are tons of different hand signals
out in the world today. Index and Middle finger means peace, Middle
finger alone means the opposite of peace, you can spell the word bloods
with your fingers and you can signal one of the rarest
sexual maneuvers ever, the shocker. Back when I was very young there
was a hand signal index finger up, pinkie up and thumb out, I love you
or Rock and Roll. Times have changed.
When you see a person signal you with their
left hand, index and pinkie up and thumb out, it means a totally
different thing now. No matter where you are, the following statement
holds true. When you see this, you are being acknowledged
as either a homosexual or a drug purchaser. Seriously, bear with me.
This signal means go two blocks up and one
block to the right. When you arrive at this destination you will either
see a man standing up against a brick wall with one foot up against the
wall and one hand behind his back or you will
see a man standing up against a brick wall with one foot up against the
wall and one hand behind his back but his shirt will be tied in a knot
on the lower right front of his stomach and he’ll have a slight smile.
I have tested this out; this knowledge is
not available to the public, so it took A LOT of trial and error to get
these results for you. When I say trial and error, that would be me
getting held down (trial) and A) me being searched
for money, a gun or a wire or B) a penis being put into every available
male hole possible…and there’s more than two male holes…think about
it.
So, hours and hours of healing later, I am
back to report out that unless you want to be gay gang raped or threatened
with a gun DO NOT follow the two up and one right rule. It applies
always and it will change your outlook on life.
It did mine; just remember “It’s not cheating if it’s gay.”
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Father's Odd Request
So I'm at work the other day performing a surveillance on a welder and my phone rings. It's my dad so I answer it to make sure everything is alright. He made a very odd request but I was determined to fulfill the request.
I recently took up Origami and I have found a nice method called Modular Origami. This is where you use multiple pieces of paper usually the same shape and piece together the parts to form certain shapes, like animals or what not.
So back to my dad, he calls me and all I hear is the word fish. I asked him to repeat himself and he said I need you to build be an origami fish that is at least 12" long. No reason why and no other request at all.
Now, I'm beginning to search youtube and google for instructions on how to build this thing. The only instruction for a modular fish are of a koi fish. The video instruction SUCK so now I am trying to free style it. I've got about 1/8 of it done but when i finish i'll post a pic on facebook for all to enjoy.
What other odd requests have you received from your parents in the middle of work?
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
I recently took up Origami and I have found a nice method called Modular Origami. This is where you use multiple pieces of paper usually the same shape and piece together the parts to form certain shapes, like animals or what not.
So back to my dad, he calls me and all I hear is the word fish. I asked him to repeat himself and he said I need you to build be an origami fish that is at least 12" long. No reason why and no other request at all.
Now, I'm beginning to search youtube and google for instructions on how to build this thing. The only instruction for a modular fish are of a koi fish. The video instruction SUCK so now I am trying to free style it. I've got about 1/8 of it done but when i finish i'll post a pic on facebook for all to enjoy.
What other odd requests have you received from your parents in the middle of work?
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Traveling and A-Holes
So we went on a nice little trip today, only about 3 hours or so. Traffic like crazy and people not driving for shit. Very aggravating and very frustrating. Two different situations occurred during the trip, one very frustrating and one fun.
We were traveling down on the interstate and came upon a car that wanted to play a little. We stayed stuck together for at least an hour. It was fun, just trying to stay as close as possible and stay in the same lane coming through light traffic. Anyways we split when i had to take the exit for my destination and my highway comrade stayed straight. We exchanged kisses through the glass, he accepted mine and I certainly accepted his.
Now for the negative, the highway was going from two lanes to one and I happened to be in the shut down lane. I rarely stay in the lane when I know it is closing. So I watched the car in front of me merge and then I was prepared for my merge. My signal was on and the barrels were forcing me over. Well, the douche in the truck beside me wouldn't let me over, i was a 1/4 of a car ahead. So i tried to force the issue and horns blared. This dude tried to keep coming, then i lost it. I accelerated and got about a half a car ahead but the barrels were pushing me closer and closer. The A-hole stayed the course and i had to fall back a touch.
Now I'm trying to get in behind this cock sucker but someone else is up his ass and blocking me. This dick had no reason to do this. So I basically tried to ram him out of the lane and I failed again. I fall in behind this dick wad and HE flicks me off! Seriously? I did everything I could to fuck with him but I had my kids in the car and everything so cooler heads prevailed.
Why do people have to be dicks ALL the time? WTF? Both those guys were lucky i didn't have my pistol because I would have been waving it like crazy! :)
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
We were traveling down on the interstate and came upon a car that wanted to play a little. We stayed stuck together for at least an hour. It was fun, just trying to stay as close as possible and stay in the same lane coming through light traffic. Anyways we split when i had to take the exit for my destination and my highway comrade stayed straight. We exchanged kisses through the glass, he accepted mine and I certainly accepted his.
Now for the negative, the highway was going from two lanes to one and I happened to be in the shut down lane. I rarely stay in the lane when I know it is closing. So I watched the car in front of me merge and then I was prepared for my merge. My signal was on and the barrels were forcing me over. Well, the douche in the truck beside me wouldn't let me over, i was a 1/4 of a car ahead. So i tried to force the issue and horns blared. This dude tried to keep coming, then i lost it. I accelerated and got about a half a car ahead but the barrels were pushing me closer and closer. The A-hole stayed the course and i had to fall back a touch.
Now I'm trying to get in behind this cock sucker but someone else is up his ass and blocking me. This dick had no reason to do this. So I basically tried to ram him out of the lane and I failed again. I fall in behind this dick wad and HE flicks me off! Seriously? I did everything I could to fuck with him but I had my kids in the car and everything so cooler heads prevailed.
Why do people have to be dicks ALL the time? WTF? Both those guys were lucky i didn't have my pistol because I would have been waving it like crazy! :)
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Friday, August 17, 2012
A Cop that Removes Tampons
There is a news story
out there alleging that a Florida police officer “forcibly” removed a
tampon from a woman’s gina during a traffic stop. Naturally I feel
compelled to write an entry diving deep into this.
First I’ll explain the story and then I’ll move on into my own
thoughts.
Alright, a woman is
claiming that she was strip-searched in public and had her tampon
“forcibly” removed by a female officer during a 2011 traffic stop with
her children in the car. The Plaintiff is accusing the
officer of pulling her over, pointing a gun at her, yanking her out of
her vehicle, handcuffing her behind her back , then throwing her in the
back of his squad car. She is claiming she waited in the police cruiser
for two hours and when other officers arrived,
she was frisked and strip-searched at the side of a busy road while her
children were still sitting in the car watching.
Ok, where to begin.
First of all this went down in Beverly Hills. Second, it’s not common
practice to handcuff someone and just put them in the back of your
police cruiser without frisking them. Thirdly, Officers
usually don’t come up to a car for a minor traffic violation with guns
drawn. How this “case” is even going to litigation blows my mind.
I don’t care if you’re a
male or female cop, if the cop is looking for drugs and tugs on the
little tiny string rope hanging from your nasty bleeding vajayjay then
there are multiple problems that need to be discussed.
Period blood is the most intense smelling fluid the human body can
produce. That’s nasty! Even if I had gloves on, the tampon is going to
fall due to gravity and I’m hanging onto the retriever string, it’s
gonna hit me at some point in time. I would turn
in my badge and gun immediately.
How is someone going to
make this claim and there is NO footage anywhere. If this really
happened on the side of a busy highway in Beverly Hills, someone retard
with a camera phone is going to be rolling by and
capture either still frames or a movie documenting this disgusting
violation.
In my mind, pulling out
a tampon while standing up is like pulling the plug out of a full bath
tub. That shit is going to drain out so much that eventually the female
would have died, right? Period blood flows
smooth than water and contain small bits of egg shells as it pushes out
the unused material. I can’t handle that.
Cops don’t pull out tampons…ever.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Gimme an H!
Let's
revisit the topic of Herpes again. Herpes is the most common of all
the STDs we have the glory to have a chance at contracting. Did you
know that Herpes has officially
begun to evolve into an airborne virus? Every breath you take could
bless you not only with the gift of life but also with the wonderful
gift of the Herpes virus. I know when I step outside, I breath a lot
deeper and more deliberately. Also, many animals
have been tested and confirmed positive with the Herpes virus on their
lips and genital areas, including their rectums. Absolutely amazing to
me.
Millions
of people are infected with the Herpes virus but most don’t know or
won’t admit it. Herpes people need to unite and show that we are
regular people too. Herpes
isn’t necessarily contracted from intercourse with someone that has
been blessed with the virus. Herpes can come from toilet seats, any
type of animal contact and now even from breathing. Don’t worry about
getting it, worry if you don’t get it.
I’ve
actually created a small Herpes laboratory in the lower level of my
house. I am growing and manufacturing my own stain of the Herpes
virus. I plan on attempting
to add it to the water supply at some point and get it in the crop
dusters plant feed. Then, when someone says they have Herpes, everyone
can say “Hey, so do I!” and then high five. It’s not that serious.
As
a matter of fact, Herpes adds texture and character to the male genital
shaft. It makes a very desirable sensation and experience for women
everywhere! Don’t miss
out on pleasing your significant other. Just bump uglies and let it
happen. Spread the love we all know as Herpes!
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
The Triple Sneeze
I
want to talk about the triple sneezeers; people that sneeze once and
then follow that sneeze up with another two in rapid succession. Every
time I hear someone sneeze, regardless of who may
have performed the act, I say bless you; that’s how I was raised.
My
mother is notorious for her triple sneese ability so I know once I hear
the first one I can wait before I acknowledge it because two more are
coming shortly there after. What really puzzles
me is what do you do with the unexpected triple sneeseer after you have
already fired out the bless you?
You
hear a sneeze in the distance, you yell out “Bless You!” only to be cut
off by two more sneezes blasting out of this person’s respirtory
system. Am I required to acknowledge each sneeze as
a single even though they are linked together? Am I required to let my
first bless you stand and repeat another one at the end of the two
follow ups? Can I just let my bless you stand from the first one and
not acknowledge the other two?
Either
way you go, this could end up being a very uncomfortable situation for
the sneezer and the acknowledger and it could lead to a life long
friendship or a life long hatred for one another.
These questions need to be addressed and addressed quickly before
anymore emotions are shattered and before anymore triple sneezer’s go
unacknowledge or over-acknowledged in the futrue.
I
don’t want to be percieved by the public as an uncaring and insensitive
man. I am very caring and so sensitive that sometimes I question my
sexuallity.
What’s gonna work? TEAM WORK!
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Blame it on Crayola
What is the deal with Colors (nail polish, lip
gloss and eye shadow specifically) being named after foods and named
something that doesn’t even mentally match the color? I really think
this is contributing to young ladies illiteracy.
They go and try to describe a color and the first thing they say is,
“Well, it’s called Dark Side of the Moon (nail polish) so that clearly
makes it the color brown with a twist.” NO!
I did a little research for this blog. I
stumbled across some website that had the top 10 nail polishes for 2012
listed. Here are a few. Hey Sailor, Bikini so Teeny, Kiss, Dark Side
of the Moon, Holiday and Lilly bets Jubilee are the
top seven. I couldn’t stop snickering and laughing so the last 3 were
left off. The top 4 lead me to visions of prostitutes and pimps from
the movie Taxi Driver.
Then we go and come up with some weird ass names
for lip gloss. Oh, Baby!, Ruby Kisses (Not red) and Sugar High (does
not contain any sugar at all). What the hell are we doing? If I was
blind and needed something like this and the only
choice I had was to pick by the name, I would be fucked. If I wanted
red, I would pick something that reminded me of blood or war or
excitement. Instead I would have to get something flavored as a red
food I know so I was assured I had the color red.
How about eye shadow? We really need special
names that don’t relate to the color what so ever? The first one is
Fish Net, this reminds me of a throw net with weights on it that you
toss into a school of fish to catch them. That is not
a color I want around my eyes. Ransom, seriously…that is not a color,
it’s an action that criminals perform. “If you want your daughter back,
leave the 50k ransom in the trash can on the corner of Mercury and
Jefferson.” That’s not funny. If you want to
be ransomed for, I can help you but why put it on your face?
Underground, as soon as I read this, underground means death to me. The
make-up you are going to wear in your casket forever! Makes ZERO sense
to me.
The two nail polishes that got this started are
call Cotton Candy and Baby’s Breath. Cotton Candy comes in all flavors,
colors, sizes, and shapes, whatever. Cotton Candy is not a color; it’s
the most delectable treat a human being can
consume. Baby’s Breath is ridiculous as well. That isn’t even
something you can see! How can you name a color after baby’s carbon
dioxide out breath? It is not visual; it doesn’t have a sense of color
to it and if the baby if breathing on you it doesn’t
make your mind think of a color!
What happened to the 8 primary colors? What did
Crayola start when they expanded to 16 colors, 32 colors, 1.9 million
colors? They started this and I’m going to end it!
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Current Cartoon Trends
On certain cartoons these days, prime example
being Dora the Explorer, the characters ask the kiddy audience questions
every so often. When the questions are asked the character pauses for a
good 5-7 seconds. I know my children never
respond, not even my 5 year old. I want to know what goes through
these kids’ minds as the character is just standing there waiting for an
answer.
A young child’s mind is at an enormous risk of
slowing development in a 3-9 second window of staring at an inanimate
object that is emitting no sounds at all. Studies have shown in the
last decade, 9 out of 10 children suffer from chronic
slow-mo disorder when they have been exposed to more than 3 sets of
visual and sound deficiencies.
I am writing this more of a petition for parents
everywhere to push back against these moments of nothing-ness during
cartoons. With all the A.D.D. diagnosis’s going around this decade, we
owe it to our children.
How about when the 5 seconds of silence has passed, Dora says, "That was my favorite part too!" What? How the fuck does she know what every kid said or how does she know that any kid said anything. Dora should have more respect for herself as a cartoon celebrity. You ain't Santa Clause, you don't have an eye on EVER kid!
Don’t even get me going about all the mixed
languages, who knows what the hell kids think when Dora starts spitting
out words that don’t even make sense to them.
It’s time to put a stop to this. Nick, Nick Jr.
and Disney, it’s time to face the music and do as the parental public
wants! Enough is enough.
My children will now only watch old Disney dvds
and the recent Pixar dvds from the early 2000s or Army of Darkness
because that movie is the SHIT!
Sleep well, Sleep strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Ground Breaking
Did you know?...
If a statue in a park of a person on a horse has
both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse
has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds
received in battle. If the horse has all four legs
on the ground, the person died of natural causes.
In English pubs, ale is ordered by the pints and
quarts. So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender
would yell at them, “Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down.” This
is where we get the phrase “mind your P’s and
Q’s”
111,111,111 x 111,111,111 =12,345,678,987,654,321
By raising your legs slowly and lying on your back, you cannot sink into quick sand.
If you place a tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion, it will instantly go mad and sting itself to death.
The very first bomb dropped by the Allies in World War II killed the only elephant in the Berlin Zoo.
A rat can last longer without water than a camel.
Last but not least,
A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom to the top.
Very interesting stuff, try out the raisin one so we know if it is true or not.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
LIFE SECRETS!
Every day I find myself shocked at little facts I
learn. It seems that the world holds many secrets. Here are my three
favorite animal secrets. These are 100% real, no need to google them.
The first secret or little known fact is that a
Chihuahua is actually classified in the “Rodent” category. My family
had Chihuahuas all through my childhood. We kept them as pets because
we thought they were dogs. Now, years after I’ve
been out on my own with a family of my own, I find out that a Chihuahua
is actually a distant relative to the African Femur Rat. \
The African Femur Rat is native to Brazil only
and is exported to Mexico. They are used for stealth missions and the
most secretive bombings in Mexico’s history. This rat was very popular
among all other animals and eventually breed with
a Yorkshire Terrier. Ta da!!! Chihuahua!
The second little known fact is an extremely odd
one. If you take a Gnat and measure it’s body and then measure it’s
penis, then compare that to the average human male’s height and penis
length, you’ll find the Gnat’s average penis size
is 17 times that of the average male when taking total body length into
account.
Now if you do the same for a horse and compare
that to the same human numbers you’ll find that the horse is only 3
times that of the average male. So, instead of the “Hung like a horse”
statement, “Hung like a gnat” is actually a bigger
complement.
Finally, the most impressive fact of the day.
You’ve read long enough, so I’ll make this a good one. Everyone knows
some animals and insects have the ability to fly. Birds, flies,
whatever. Every time there is an in air collision by
2 birds or 2 insects, it is recorded and documented by the FBI. They
invented a hyper sensitive radar system that can cover MASSIVE areas at a
time. They are still in the testing phase, so it is being honed in
monitoring the east coast of the United States.
Here’s my point. After ten years of testing, 24
hours a day, 7 days a week, there has never been a recording of a
mosquito to mosquito in air collision. Ever. It doesn’t happen. Every
other insect and bird has been recorded and documented.
Mosquitos have a special ability that no one has been able to decipher
yet. Next time a mosquito is sucking the life blood out of you, let it
finish. We need as many of these guys flying around so we can continue
to study them and figure out how they can
avoid one another so consistently.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Monday, August 13, 2012
The Office, Entourage, The Shield
Every so often, an excellent television show is
made and has a nice long run. I’ve been lucky enough in my 29 years to
have had the chance to experience many of them. I like TV shows that
build on a main story line as the season progresses,
a show that doesn’t have a mold it follows week in and week out. Shows
that begin with a problem, gather details in the middle and solve at
the end, are not my cup of tea. I don’t mind if the show is like that
as long as it is also building on the main plot
and story line each week.
I have three favorite shows that I have seen
EVERY episode at least 5-10 times. I watch them on my IPOD
religiously. I’m going to go through them and explain why they appeal
to me in no particular order.
The first up is probably the easiest for
everyone to understand, The Office. The humor involved in the office
isn’t that cheap trick humor like other shows. The Office build upon
its humor with multiple inside jokes from previous episodes
and the side bars with the characters are hilarious!
Every time I watch it, it makes me feel like a
part of the Dunder Mifflin team. The gags and relationships they have
with one another are things I have tried to implement into my life at
the shipyard. This is a MUST watch show for anyone
that doesn’t resemble a dry piece of toast personality wise.
Next up, Entourage. Entourage is a hit HBO show
that follows an actor’s climb to the top of the acting mountain. His
rise, fall and rise again story is said to be based loosely off of the
life and times of Mark Walberg. 4 dudes that
grew up together live out the famous life style and everything that
comes with it. When it goes bad, everyone struggles and when it goes
good, it goes real good!
This show portrays the life that most people
would kill to have and stair steps the adventures of the entire gang
from poverty in New York to stardom and individuality among the elite
ranks in Hollywood. Everything about this show is addictive
and compelling.
Finally, a show that EVERYONE on the face of
this sad little world has seen at least once, The Shield. I’m going to
go ahead and label this the best action/suspense based television show
in the recent decades. I’m not even going to describe
it because everyone has seen it and if you haven’t, go watch it and
then re-read my horrible blog.
The last season of the shield was probably the
strongest season on an emotional level I’ve ever watched. The team and
all the drama that accompanies a team. The close calls and the last
season. Every aspect of this show is perfect.
Deep character development and even deeper character involvement.
Excellent series.
That’s all I got. Thoughts, comments, questions?
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Rain and Windershield Wipers
After the recent sprinkle fests we've had around here on the Peninsula, I've notice d a couple of things. One of which I'm sure EVERYONE has thought or experienced and the other I'm sure NO ONE has thought about.
Picture this with me and then tell me I'm wrong. You're out in the car on a drive to or from the store. It begins to sprinkle rain, maybe a drizzle of rain. So you click your wipers into the first position and let them clear the slowly accumulating rain from your line of sight. Now you're behind another car, it's raining a touch harder so you switch to the second position on the wipers and they begin to hold a continuous motion. Up to the top left then instantly down to the bottom right, up, down, up, down. As the wipers maintain this pace your windshield is clearing very fast. The only problem is the rain is not as heavy and the second position on the wiper switch is causing the blades to skip across the dry windshield.
The reasonable solution is to switch the speed back top the first position and slow them down. Not so fast, now they aren't going fast enough. What the hell!? You have 3 options. One, leave it on the first setting and hope you don't smash the car in front of you. Two, you switch the setting to the second speed and let the blades skip across the windshield and annoy the shit out of you for the rest of the drive. Or three, manually activate the blades yourself with a pulling down on the wiper blade lever...every time you need a speed in between one and two.
It makes me wonder if car manufacturers even drive cars or are they just driven around by paid drivers. Every time it rains around here I do my best to not even turn my wipers on just to avoid this predicament. Give us a 1.5 speed so we can all drive, hands free, vision clear and nerves unfrazzled!
Also, why the fuck is it called a windshield. A little head buffering would do some people good. I'm more concerned about the bugs splattering left and right, oh and the rocks that always take a direct shot at my face going down Mercury Blvd. It's a bug and rock shield not a windshield!
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Picture this with me and then tell me I'm wrong. You're out in the car on a drive to or from the store. It begins to sprinkle rain, maybe a drizzle of rain. So you click your wipers into the first position and let them clear the slowly accumulating rain from your line of sight. Now you're behind another car, it's raining a touch harder so you switch to the second position on the wipers and they begin to hold a continuous motion. Up to the top left then instantly down to the bottom right, up, down, up, down. As the wipers maintain this pace your windshield is clearing very fast. The only problem is the rain is not as heavy and the second position on the wiper switch is causing the blades to skip across the dry windshield.
The reasonable solution is to switch the speed back top the first position and slow them down. Not so fast, now they aren't going fast enough. What the hell!? You have 3 options. One, leave it on the first setting and hope you don't smash the car in front of you. Two, you switch the setting to the second speed and let the blades skip across the windshield and annoy the shit out of you for the rest of the drive. Or three, manually activate the blades yourself with a pulling down on the wiper blade lever...every time you need a speed in between one and two.
It makes me wonder if car manufacturers even drive cars or are they just driven around by paid drivers. Every time it rains around here I do my best to not even turn my wipers on just to avoid this predicament. Give us a 1.5 speed so we can all drive, hands free, vision clear and nerves unfrazzled!
Also, why the fuck is it called a windshield. A little head buffering would do some people good. I'm more concerned about the bugs splattering left and right, oh and the rocks that always take a direct shot at my face going down Mercury Blvd. It's a bug and rock shield not a windshield!
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Friday, August 10, 2012
EMERGENCY!
One
night I fell asleep with the biggest erection ever. The next morning I
woke up with the biggest erection ever. So in my mind, this erection
had lasted the
7 hours I was asleep. We all know the Erectile Dysfunction commercial
clearly state, “If your erection lasts for more than such and such hours
seek medical attention.” Such in such hours is 3-4 if I’m not
mistaken.
Well,
since my dinger was creating a circus tent with the king size sheet all
night, I panicked! I immediately dressed myself, carefully tucking the
erect penis
in line with the waist of my pants so it wasn’t as noticeable. I got
in my car while dialing 911.
The
operator was nice but when I explained my problem, I think I began to
hear chuckling in the back ground. With the deepest despair in my voice
I informed them
I was driving at a high rate of speed and heading towards the Sentara
Careplex. No more chuckling now.
The
operator tried to explain to me that my massive dinger hadn’t stayed
stiff as a board all night. It didn’t work like that she explained. I
told her I beg
to differ and I increased my speed. I asked for a police escort and as
soon as those words came out of my mouth, I noticed 3 police cars
behind me and not attempting to pass me or clear traffic.
I
told the operator that they are doing it wrong; they are supposed to
lead me through the red lights and towards the hospital. My heart is
racing so face at this
point I had to unbuckle my seatbelt, my belt belt and my pants button
and zipper. This thing was at it’s mightiest point. Like the
incredible hulk right before he is about to SMASH!
I’m
driving like a B rated stuntman when all of the sudden I end up pulling
a 180 in the middle of the street. The cops had performed a Pursuit
Intervention Technique
(P.I.T) on me and were out of their cars with guns drawn instantly. Of
course my hands flew in the air, no time to zip up or anything. As the
officers approached I began to smile at them to try to relax them.
Apparently,
a smiling dude with a huge erection and semen slime everywhere is not
comforting to the police. I was ordered out of the vehicle with my
hands up.
Of course my pants dropped and I’m standing on the side of the road
with my ding ding hanging horizontal and every living being in Hampton
staring at it as they drove by.
We
stood there in silence for roughly 90 seconds. I don’t know why we
were all silent but I’ll tell you what, my erection went away and I was a
happy relaxed camper.
Now that I am out of Jail off of a 120 day stint for reckless driving,
evading the police, public indecency and lude conduct I feel better.
I’ll never go to sleep with an erection again…ever.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Donuts
I
have been fighting for years, maybe even a decade, about equal rights
for munchkins. Munchkins, commonly known as “Donut Holes” have been
horribly discriminated
against since the initial creation of the donut. When a donut is
created, it is simply one large piece of dough and a template cutter is
used to make the circular shape. Then another template cutter is used
to cut the center out, making a donut but also
creating a part we now know as a munchkin.
In
this day and age, we have finally elected a minority president and
we’re working on legalizing gay marriage, and now we have rightfully
identified this segregated
chunk of donut. Munchkins are donuts too. A donut doesn’t have to
contain a hole or some fancy ass sprinkles. It merely has to be made
from dough and a little bit of human nut batter.
Obviously,
it is going to continue to be an uphill battle to have the munchkin
recognized by the National Association of Donut Services (NADS) but I’m
willing to
continue to meet with Congress and the Supreme Court about this matter
until my bones turn to dust and my penis is no longer able to become
aroused.
Down
with segregation and down with discrimination. A donut is a donut.
Whether you spell it dough nut or donut, it doesn’t chance the feeling
you get when you
take a large wad of donut in your mouth and you slightly orgasm, not
enough to show through your jeans but just enough to give you the quiver
leg for a half hour.
Donuts
= orgasmic pleasure, therefore we must involve donuts, munchkin or
regular, in our sex lives as well. I don’t care if you take a water
break in between
pounding your gay lover’s ass wide open, just take a bite of donut or
munchkin and enjoy the ride. I don’t care if you use a donut as a cock
ring and a munchkin as a gag, as long as you aren’t missing out on the
pleasure a donut brings to human society.
Munchkins
and donuts all around the world are in a cohesive alliance against
anti-munchkin movements. Don’t make them strike back when all they want
is peace.
Don’t make them!
Also,
if you are playing on using a donut for sexual purposes, please refrain
from using one that has sprinkles on it. Sprinkles are NOT a part of
this conversation
and they are also known to contain a good dose of the Herpes Virus. Be
cautious!
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
GOOGLE!
What
up my peeps? One of my buddies posted a link to the Google Self Driven
car and how it has posted 300,000 miles without causing an accident.
This got my mind thinking, like
everything else does. What else can Google create?
First
off, I want a self cooking pan. Bare with me now. I want a pan that I
can put on my stove top, link the stove and the pan together with some
sort of blue tooth device and
set the pan to “eggs, slightly runny”. I will crack 3-5 eggs in the
pan and walk away. Once the core of the yolk has slightly cooked the
pan and the stove will communicate with one another and shut down
instantly. The same will go for anything you put in
the pan, just have to have a conversion chart that states what is in
the pan is how to set it.
Second,
Google has got to be able to make a device that can sense when I’m
getting sick and if I’m going to be able to make it to work the next
day. So while I’m sleeping soundly,
this device will be linked to my alarm clocks, my phone and me. It
will sense what is going on in my body as far as temperature, congestion
and bacteria goes and make the determination for me if it is safe to go
to work or not. Then it will text my boss
at 6am and wait 5 minutes for a response. If the response fails to
come back, then it will dial and give a generic message to the boss
stating I am sick and a health risk to the entire floor, and then hang
up. Pretty simple.
Lastly,
Google should have the technology to make a self jerking apparatus for
men. Just a nice one size fits all machine that sits on my lap and when
it senses any signs of depression
or even a sad face, it will slowly begin to tug away at my man member.
The parts that touch the skin will be made from a synthetic rabbit fur
soaked in Vaseline and treated with an internal stark chemical to
prevent permanent staining. Oh boy, that would
make my life so much easier! Who wants to have to stop what you’re
doing just to get up and rub one out? It’s such an inconvenience and
tedious.
Come on Google, step your game up.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Backyard Lion
What happens if you
walk out in your backyard and next thing you know you’re face to face
with a full grown lion? Dead serious. The way I see it, you have
basically 3 options. All of which will probably get
you eaten by the lion anyway. Just hope you don’t have to deal with a
situation like this in the future.
You step out of the
back door. You still have your head down and you turn around to make
sure you have fully shut the door. When you about face, the lion is
about 3-4’ away from your vital organs. Only 3 options
exist because you are within one small leap of the exotic beast and it
could leap at any time!
Option 1:
Option one is a
passive approach, kinda like when you trip and then look around to see
if anyone saw you instead of trying to play it off. Use your soft
inside voice, pitch it up kinda high and baby talk the lion
as you slowly back step your way to the door. This option at east
gives you one baby back step towards the door before the lion eats you
because he will be confused.
The problem with
option one, you may inadvertently maintain eye contact with the lion.
This implies that you think you are stronger and smart than the lion.
He will feel it is necessary as a lion to attack, maul
and devour you just to protect his lion-hood.
Option 2:
Option two is more of a
panic approach, like when you think you walk into a spider web and
franticly swat at the spider that HAS to be on you even though you
didn’t see it. Scream, scream, scream, turn and attempt
to run. By the time you get the first stride down the lion is already
over top of you deciding which part is going to be consumed first.
The main issue with
option two is the screaming part. I don’t agree or disagree with the
running action due to the fact that the door is so close but I would not
turn my back on a full grown lion. Lions like
to chew slowly so unless he strikes your head first, you’re going to
survive most of the consumption.
Option 3:
My personal favorite
is option three. This option is like walking in on your mom and dad
banging it out, you didn’t see ANYTHING! With this tactic, you simply
stop right where you are, look away from the lion’s
face and shit all in your pants. Most people don’t know that lions
will not eat shit. If you shit your pants and then slowly grab chunks
of the shit and smear it all over your clothes, arms, legs, face, ears,
hair and especially in your mouth, the lion will
have no choice but to leave you alone.
The problem with
option three is that most people will not put shit in their mouths.
Don’t have so much pride people. Either put shit in your mouth or be
eaten by a full grown lion. The choice is yours.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
How to get to sleep
Why does rubbing one
out make us men so sleepy? Why does jerkin my gerkin make me yawn and
relax? Why does raising the flag on my pole in rapid succession cause
such a joyous tiredness? Let’s discuss.
I learned this very
quickly, every guy has. When I’m having trouble sleeping I don’t reach
for the Trazodone or the Nyquil. When I can’t sleep I don’t make
excuses or try to figure it out. If I can’t sleep, my
meat I must beat. Don’t look so appalled right now. Ask ANY guy above
the age of 13 or so and he will admit it. I wouldn’t suggest going to
your local middle school and randomly asking little boys if they get
sleeping after blowing a load all over the keyboard.
You get put on a special list if you do that.
I don’t have any
scientific facts to back this claim up except for my 15-16 years of
experience. I just pull up my favorite website, sit back and relax as
much as possible, turn on some Barry White and get….it….ON!
Now if you do things
correctly it shouldn’t take longer than 3-5 minutes. However, if you
can’t maintain your focus on the computer screen then you’ll find
yourself sitting at that thing for over 30 minutes.
That’s when the tearing and bleeding begins for those of us that
practice the dry rub.
The key is finding
what you’re in the mood for right away. Don’t browse, just know what
you need to see and get it on that screen. Make it quick, the purple
headed yogurt slinger doesn’t appreciate being given
an Indian rug burn for so long. You don’t want to be up all night,
that defeats the purpose of the sleepy tug and rub.
I know what I know and now you know it too.
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
Interesting Question
Here’s one of life’s questions that may never poses a legitimate
answer. Generally, when a man is making love to a woman, the man will
pull the woman’s long hair because it’s natural. What
do you do if you are a man with long hair and you’re banging out a
chick with short hair?
The way I see it, the chick is going to be pulling the man’s hair. Now
this could end multiple different ways if the man isn’t ready for this.
If someone pulled my hair (if I had long hair)
then I would slap the shit out of them. It would mess up my focus and
my rhythm. I ain’t got all night!
What
if the guy reaches for the woman’s hair but it is so short that it is
impossible to grab and maintain a firm grip. That would just be
awkward. Then that would lead to a choking action
and we all know how that could turn out.
During
the heat of passion a hand around the throat could lead to a potential
strangling. It’s happened to me multiple times. When I was younger I
found myself the victim of multiple inadvertent
strangling. I would lose consciousness and wake up to a legit CPR
mouth to mouth deal and continue about my business.
Everyone
out there needs to be very cautious if you find yourself in a situation
of the hair reversal or the hand on the throat scenario. You never
know what could happen!
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
My Dude!!
This is going to be an
epic one people. I really need participation on this. You don’t even
have to sign up, you can post an answer anonymously. I would appreciate
any readers to sign up to follow my blog.
It just looks good for me and it will motivate me to continue to come
up with the stupid shit I come up with on a daily basis.
Anyways, If you had to
pick one person of the same sex to be with for the rest of your life
and to have sexual intercourse with on live television, who would it
be? If you’re a woman, do you pick Scarlet Jo, Amber
Heard, Jessica White or Jada Fire (DON’T GOOGLE JADA FIRE)? If you’re a
man, do you go for the obvious choices of Clooney or Eric from True
Blood? Money is not an object in this. So whether they are rich or
poor, famous or one of the masses, it doesn’t matter.
Strictly superficial.
Let’s go to my obvious
choice. I would, without a shadow of a doubt, select Brad Pitt from
the movie “Fight Club”. There’s more than one scene in that movie where
he is tearing up that chick Darla. Oh, how I
envied her. You could wash some of the dirtiest clothes on that
washboard set of abs he had. Oh and that face! So sharp and chiseled.
Next I’m going to go
with my intellectual choice. Christopher Nolan. He’s not gorgeous like
Brad, he’s not even somewhat handsome but the fact that his mind was
able to help write and direct the Dark Knight movies
makes me stiff as a board. Whether you like Batman or not, the
cinematic aspect of those movies made my wenis fill of with the power of
1000 rivers all trying to get out.
Finally, my sincere
pick. Not many people are going to pick this one or even know him by
his true name. He slender, looks like he can move fast and I’m sure he
has a heart of gold that will melt in my mouth,
not in my hand like a nice big heart shaped M&M. Joseph
Gordon-Levitt, known for his roles in such films as The Lookout,
Inception and The Dark Night Rises. This guy looks like he could make
love to me, maintain eye contact with me the entire time and cuddle
me when we are finished. I can see him as a gentle lover that can calm
my fears and easy my transition into the word of gay butt sex. Damn,
he’s so cute!
Well, I put myself out
there for the world to see me for what I really am. Do the same! Sign
up, follow my blog and post up the 3 same sex partners you want the
most!
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!
-JB
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