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Intro: Valentines vs. Black History Month

Well, its February, so that means two things: Valentines Day & Black History Month. I feel like Valentines, even though being one day, overshadows Black History Month. You know?? The stores are flooded with red and pink décor trying to sell you Valentines. There are people outside selling roses. There are songs made about Valentines Day. The Internet, media, and news flood you with Valentines Day stuff. People always ask you, “hey, what do you have planned for Valentines Day?” But no one ever asks you, “hey what are you doing for Black History Month?” Look within yourselves and do some soul searching. Do something for Black History Month. If your white make a black friend. I don't know do something. It's a touchy subject and most people don't want to touch it , but I'm going to touch it. Wow, I just wrote my first controversial piece. I'm a true journalist now.

Women's Mags: Read'em Up Dickheads!

I'm starting to read women's magazines like Women's Health and Shape. It's like a secret stash of hot women bodies and great tips on how to keep a firm butt. They also have interesting articles on sex, health, and overall well being. Just because your guy doesn't mean you can't read these. I think it would benefit all men to read these. Get to know your partner, your sister, and your mother a little more. Get to know what hormones are going through their body. Also, a great place to get a quick rub down. Kill 2 birds with one stone.

The Beard Experiment

For those who know me, you know I have been growing a beard since late November 2011. So, roughly I've been growing my beard for 3 months. I always wanted to see how long I can grow it. For those who don't know me, now you know I've been growing a beard. I've been called a lot of names since I've been growing a beard. I wanted to share some of those names with you. The most popular name I've been called is Jesus. Also, I haven't cut my hair since May 2011. I've been called a Terrorist/ Uni Bomber. People will say, “I hope your not flying anywhere”. I've been called Grizzly Adams, a famous outdoors men. I've even been called Santa Clause. I'm 29 years old, I don't look like no Santa Claus. I've been called homeless and even ugly. It's sad to say but the beard experiment is coming to an end. I can not take the mental beatings on a daily basis. I will free myself from ridicule. The new me begins next week.

Days of the Week

Here is my weekly schedule. Every day has a theme. This is my weekly routine.

Monday- Steam Room/Sauna Day. I go here to detox the weekend.

Tuesday- Basketball Night. My 1 day of cardio.

Wednesday- Hot Tub/Whirlpool Day for heat therapy of my achy joints.

Thursday- Wild Card Day. This day doesn't have a specific activity yet.

Friday-Chill Night/High School Night. Do a sober activity because I work early Saturday.

Saturday-Go out Night (Get Drunk). I go out once a week and this is the night I do it.

Sunday- Grandma Day. Hang out with grandma, be hungover, and watch TV all day.

Now, your probably wondering what about poop and masturbate day. Well, those are everyday.

I'm in the “Industry” Now

My Debut Night Doing Coat check at Dicks

February 11, 2012

I made it, I finally made it! I got called up to the big leagues, playing ball with the big dogs. It was my time to shine. It was like I just auditioned for American Idol and they told me I was going to LA. It's the feeling every musician gets when they win a Grammy. It's the feeling you get after your first hand job, and you just want to scream and tell the world.

Tonight, was my ticket into the “industry”. The “industry” is what people in the bar/club business call their job. It's a cool way of saying your work at a bar, club, or lounge. However, according to wikipedia, “industry” refers to the production of an economic good or service within an economy. With all that being said, I work in the “industry. Yes, I want to sound cool.

Tonight, I was doing coat check at Dicks (Pizza & Pleasure Zone). Dicks, is the club I've been kicked out of twice Not only have I been kicked out twice, but pooped at twice or club dumped. With that past “work” experience at Dicks, I was sure to make a good coat checker. Tonight, I had to prove myself worthy and hold myself to the high standards of the “industry”.

The night started off a little slow as it was 6 degrees outside. Of course, that meant it was cold, meaning that people would have jackets, meaning people would check there coats, meaning I would get more $$$$. Coat check is $2 per coat, I get $1 and the 'house' gets $1. By 11:00pm I was up to $4! Can you believe it $4? I made a sign that read, “Tip, if you like my beard”. I've been growing my beard for 3 months now, so it's pretty long. The sign was working, as a few ladies tipped me and then stroked my beard. The fellas tipped me too but they didn't stroke my beard. But I wasn't opposed to them stroking my beard. “Hey! If you tip it, you can stroke it”, that's what I always say. One group wanted my shirt which read “I Love Dicks”. At one point, they tried taking it off me. One drunk birthday girl, tipped me $20. And another guy tipped me $5. This guy kept saying, “my man... my man!!!” I put on his coat like a man helps a woman put on his coat. Then we hugged it out. This guy was awesome. I like this guy. Another instance I saw, was watching this one girl slap another girl's titties. These were no ordinary tots, these were on some Lane Bryant plus size sh*t. Titties in orbit.

Overall, I made some good money and had a good time. But, more importantly, I was a somebody now. I was in the “industry”. People don't understand the grind of working in the “industry”. No, I'm not talking about water street, north ave, or brady street. I'm talking about Milwaukee St where Milwaukee's premier crowd mingles. No longer was I the guy waiting in the line, trying to get in the club, saying I was on the “list” when I really wasn't on the list. I was the guy checking coats. Making sure people had their coats. I played a very integral part of a typical high octane club night in the industry. It's very low brow to put your coat in the corner of the club and not pay the coat check $2. Have some honor, integrity, pride,and check your coat with me. You ain't got no swagger with your jacket in the club. Don't put a dagger in your swagger! Come on now! Call me Swagger Vance!

Stuff I bought with the $ I made Coat Checking

$20 worth of gas

$27 oil change

$5 of Kombucha Tea

$10 at Pizza Shuttle

$15 worth of food at Aldis

Have a great day America!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bloggy Smloggy 52

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The Endless Wipe & The Neverending Turd

(read this fast) It happens to the best of us, the endless wipe, when you pushed a good stool out and you think you've got it all out, so your ready to wipe but the wiping never stops, because there is poop stains on your tissue paper, so you have to get up off the toilet seat to increase the chances of the last turd to come out because if you keep wiping with a turd in you, you are basically wiping poop out of your butt, but there is no possible way to just wipe that turd out of you butthole, you have to poop it out, every knows that, but if you did try to wipe the turd out, it would probably take hours and a 12 pack of 2 ply toilet paper and you would clog the toilet or you could flush the toilet 15 times but then you water bill would be high for that month, that's why just save that turd for your next poop, it's already in the chamber, he's ready to go when you poop the next hour anyway, he'll just hang out near your anal cavity, I had to make this sentence a run on so you would get my point, I just put a comma where I felt like it.

Tit Time

A great time for watching titties!

Ugly Couples

You ever see a ugly couple and they just grow uglier together. That's pretty amusing. You know what's more amusing. Watching a hot couple get uglier. That makes me happy inside.

Taxi Dick

Taxi Dick. When a girl is in a taxi and she picks up a guy at a certain destination after a late night of drinking. She is 'horned' up and wants some dick. So, after she leaves the club/bar, she goes to wherever that guy is and picks him up in the taxi. She then pays for the taxi, they go upstairs, and sleep with each other. That is a taxi dick or taxi dicking.

Flatline

I call people who are unresponsive to my conversation, flatline. This is a pun on the medical term, flatline, when people die, and the heartbeats flatlines. Hence, it works for those who are ADD, hard of hearing, or just meatheads who talk and walk like caveman. There unresponsive to anything you say, thus they are flatline.

Dew (Do) Point

Before you do a girl, you always got to check her dew point. You know, you have to make sure there is enough “moist”ure in her “atmosphere” before you put on your “umbrella”. A good meteorologist checks the “dew”point before they go outside. Get it... her do point.

Just Another Day in My Mundane Life

I was unknowing the “driver” in a drug deal until I was in the drug deal. Here is how it went down. My buddy and I were on our way out for the evening. He told me we had to stop at CVS to pick up a dude. On the way there he showed me some drugs and said this is what I'm selling. “Great!”, I'm thinking, this guy has got a “felony” is his pocket and I'm the getaway driver. We get to our destination and the guy is standing outside CVS (which is kind of ironic because it's a pharmacy). I wave like a small child at this guy I do not know and say “it's me, hop in”. So, we do a “lap”. A lap in the drug dealing language is when the “deal” or “exchange” happens. The guy who I picked up checked the “stuff” out and then gave my friend the money. The deal was done. As I was driving, I saw a hot chick, so I beeped to get her attention. We all laughed because a “deal” was going down, and here I was beeping at chicks. Then two blocks later we see another chick and I beep again because she looked hot. Another mishap by a beginner “driver”. However, the deal went down with no screw ups and we dropped the dude off. The lap was completed.

My Wonderful Weekend

Brewery Open House, Beer School, & Club Dumps

Saturday February 4^th, 2012

How do club dumps come about it? I'll tell you, thank you for inquiring. Club dumps start by going to a brewery tour. I recommend Milwaukee Brewing Co. (better than Lakefront Brewery). For $7 you get a tour and unlimited sampling of beers. This a great place for local craft beer. They also have a great staff. Any who, we got there too late for the tour but they let us stay and drink beers for 45 minutes for $5. They gave us an “open house” deal and we got to sample as many craft beers as possible. Do you like how I say “craft beers”? I sound like a beer snob. We down to about 5-6 beers before they close. Mind you, we arrived at 6:15 and drank to 7:00pm. Money will spent as we were “buzzing” like jeopardy, I'll take Drunk Contemporary Americans for 500, Alex.

Then it was off to some friends for more craft beers. In other words, we had another edition of Twat's famous Beer School. We got into some home brew, limited edition, special edition, new edition, expensive, rare, and other micros. As you can see, I was preparing for a large club dump. It didn't stop there, we enjoyed homemade sliders and frozen pizza. I fell in love with a homemade BBQ sauce that a friend made. I put the sauce on everything, even the Mediterranean pizza. BBQ sauce on pizza that has goat cheese, spinach, and other “greek” spices, why not?

It was off to Red Room, a local little DJ spot on the east side. A quaint and cute place for hipsters. I enjoy the dark décor and simplicity. I would go again. There we danced up a small storm, trying to get in some cardio to burn calories. No drink purchase here, just enjoying the moment. Then it was of to Dicks (the hottest club in Milwaukee).

It must've been the calm before the storm because I was feeling great. We now were at Dicks enjoying ourselves bumping into old friends. We pleasured our mouths with a round of shots, not just any shots, but Rumplemintz. Yumm, pure liquid mint. This shot I believe activated the club dump. There was no more food or liquids I could put in my stomach. There was no room left, my body could not hold it anymore. Rumplemintz attacked my body and unleashed the gates.

I made a quick dash to the bathroom, right pass club goers, coat check, and those who enjoyed there late night snacks. The bathroom, to my amazement was open. I locked it (or at least I thought I did) and “boom boom pow” I dropped a “eww nasty”. It was a few minutes before a couple people opened the door. Hmmm, I guess the lock doesn't work. However, I didn't care, I wasn't embarrassed. I just sat there with my elbows on my knees and head down, just trying to get the “agony' out of me. A few wipes and I was outta there.

Just like that I was back in “club” mode and having a good time. But as I was making my way up to the 2^nd floor another strike of pain shot through my stomach. Oh no, could it happen again. Could it be another club dump? Yes, it was, I confirmed another club dump in the 2^nd floor of this establishment. How could it be? I just dumped on 2 floors in 1 bar. I'm the club dump champ! I'm pretty sure I'm the only person who has took a dump on the first and second floor at Dicks in 1 hour, one night, or ever.

I wish know one club dumps. Dumping in the club is not the best atmosphere for dropping an earthy stool.

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Bloggy Smloggy 51

Intro

Sipping on some green tea about to chuck the deuce!

Grow Your Nails Out (The Woman)

I have long fingernails. I'm not sure why I have them. Is it because I'm too lazy to cut them? Maybe.. Maybe not. Is it because I don't have a nail clipper? No, I have about 3 of them. Recently, a new theory dawned on me as I was contemplating my long nails. This theory involves masturbation. I'm sure if you've read enough of these blogs, you were pretty close on guessing why I have long nails. I grew my nails to that of a woman. Think about it, if I have long nails like a woman, it would appear that a woman is cranking me off and not myself. My hand would be a replica of a woman's hand (soft, sleek, and well done nails). Genius, I'm sure you are thinking. “Why didn't I think of this earlier?” I'm sure you are saying. So, I say to you kind sir, grow your nails out and give yourself a five finger discount. I haven't coined a name for this technique except for “the woman”. It's simple, direct, and gets the job done.

Man Date Episode 1

I went to see a NBA basketball game with a buddy of mine a few weeks back. You know, just 2 pals watching the ball game, no big deal right? However, I spent a lot of time getting ready by trimming unwanted hairs before my “big hangout”. I plucked my uni brow thus making a dos brow. Then, I trimmed my nose hairs to a respectable length. I don't enjoy my nose hairs coming out of my nose. Lastly, I shaped my beard so it looked more like Jesus and a little less Grizzly Adams. I spent a good half and hour on hygiene to just “hangout”.

I went to his house and he had prepared dinner for us. Which was a nice quaint meal, if I do say so myself. Then, we arrived at the arena to watch some NBA action. He supplied the tickets, so I thought it would be nice to buy him a couple of rounds of beers. Or was it a way for me to secretly get him drunk and take advantage of him? Nope, it wasn't, but It would make for a good story. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I snuck in an orange to the game. I think I'm the first person to sneak an orange into a professional sporting event. That orange was good too, you better know that. The End

Dingleberries 3: The Trilogy

This is the 3^rd installment of how to rid of Dingleberries in Bloggy Smloggy. Yes, I found another way to remove these nasty nuances. It's simple if you have the right kind of shower head. I'm referring to a shower head that is movable (you know the one with a “hose attached to it so you can move it around). Obviously, you know where I'm going with this. You simply remove the shower head from its normal shower position, and gauge it in between your butt cheeks. This way your getting a very accurate and steady stream of water blasting away. This method can also be used to clean your “gooch” to remove any excess “schmegma”. I hope I'm spelling “schmega” right. But schmega is the liquid sweat found in the area between your butthole and groin area. You can also get a good testicle cleaning too with the movable showerhead. With a good testicle cleaning, you won't have to worry about gold bonding and tough actin' tinactin. Word to the wise.

Finger Dream

I had a dream in where I was peeing at a restaurant. I don't remember the name of the restaurant but that's not important. What's important in this dream, is that while I was peeing in the restaurant, a stranger slipped his finger in my butthole and walked out. I followed this said man and tried finding him. I asked other bathroom users whose finger was in my butthole? They told me, “the man who had just walked out”. But the ironic thing was, was that I wasn't going to tell this man off or be angry. I was simply going to tell him that it was no big deal that he slipped his pointer in me. This dream scared me because I should've been upset that I had a finger in me but I wasn't. That's what makes me nervous. It actually makes me real nervous. I needed to the air that out.

What are you some kind of Chicken?

“Oh look, he is too chicken to do that” I realize why people call other people chicken if there scared. First of all, I don't think it's fair chickens get a bad rep for being scared of everything. You would be scared too, if your “kind” is slaughtered in the 1000s a day and caged up to make eggs for humans. You understand me. I would live my life in fear if I was a chicken. So, this is why people call other people “chicken”. I've finally found that out.

I Poop Old People Food

I poop like I eat “old people food”, food that is pureed. My poop is a fine puree, like someone took a solid crap in a blender, then hit the puree button. Yep, that's my turds, a pure liquid smoothie like substance.

Trim or Not to Trim....(The Testicle Mullet)

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Like Pam in Martin, “PEACEEEEEE” (I'm sure only one of you gets that reference, you know who you are)

Bloggy Smloggy 50 (50th)

Intro

I wish I had something cool to write for my 50^th blog but I don't. Same old sh*t. Just me blahing away.

If ain't broke don't fix it, right? I like how I talk my blog down before you even get read it. Note to self: that's not a good marketing technique if you want people to read your blog. If turds, testicles, and tits bring the readers then keep typing away.

Wipe Transportation

Have you ever pooped in a bathroom and all the toilet paper was out? Of course you have. Then, you have to waddle to the closet for more tp. But, in my case, I had to go to the other bathroom, because at the place I was pooping at, I didn't know where the back up tp was (but I knew where the other bathroom was). So, I flushed the toilet at the first bathroom I was at and made way to the next bathroom. I slightly pulled my pants up and hoped that no dingle berries would fall out. It was a quick dash to the next bathroom as it was on the same floor . I just had to go through one room to get to the other bathroom. I was the only one home, so it didn't matter if my pants were half way down my ankles. I made it the other bathroom, took a seat, and wiped my butt like I was just dropping a deuce there. Yet, I felt like I was cheating on the first toilet, because I dumped my load in it, and then left for the other toilet for the wipe. Don't cheat on your toilet, wipe where you shat.

Spell Check

I always use spell check on my blog and it seems I always spell the words I use the most wrong. You think after 50 blogs, I would be able to spell diarrhea, masturbate, and gonorrhea. But, apparently I don't. I would like to give a shout out to spell check for making those who can't spell even worse spellers. Somehow, you have cast a “spell” on us. Big Pun intended (I ain't a player I just crush a lot).

More Over Gold Bond

As you know I'm a big proponent of Gold Bond. I absolutely love it, but wait there's a new kid in town. If you thought Gold Bond was good, wait for this. My mom caught me itching away at the old nuts on a typical Sunday afternoon. So, being the mother she is, she bought me the “Tough Actin Tinactin” anti fungal jock itch spray. I feel like jock itch spray is a pre cursor to an std. It's like you don't want to admit you have something but you might, so you play it off like it's jock itch, ya know? It's quoted on the bottle saying, “cures most jock itch”. And I guess if doesn't cure your jock itch then you probably have an std (hmm that would explain all the itching). Here is how you apply this wonderful spray elixir. All you have to do, is shake this baby up, give it a couple of sprays on the all testies ,and your in the clear. Then, what you get is an instant long lasting cooling effect. Thank you “Tough Actin' Tinactin”!

Search Keywords (How people found my blog)

There is a feature on my blog on where you can tell how readers found my blog. Most of you receive this from Facebook, Twitter, or email. But sometimes randoms come across this blog on google by searching “key words”. Here are a few random searches on how people found my blog by typing in these phrases.

“sons who kiss their fathers on the lips”

“moist crum picture gooch”

“american dad the american wet dream”

“events in “boner olympics”

“wasn't swerving I was perving”

“what is the price for a bottle of roxx vodka”

“boner contest”

“how much poop” whole life

So, obviously there are some sickos out there. I'm not sure whose sicker: these creeps who are searching “moist crum picture gooch”, “sons who kiss their fathers on the lips”, and “events in boner olympics” or me the guy who writes about it? Seriously, who wants to see pictures of all that stuff? Oh yeah, “moist crum picture gooch” just turns me on......(sarcasm).

Pageviews by Countries

There is also a feature on where you can tell how many pageviews by country listed. Here is the list of countries and pageviews per country.

Russia 78 views

United Kingdom 53 views

Germany 19 views

Canada 17 views

India 15 views

Denmark 12 views

Brazil 10 views

Australia 8 views

France 8 views

I would like to thank Russia for viewing my blog the most (besides USA). I'm not sure who I know in Russia but thank you if your reading. I would like to thank the UK as well as being a close 2^nd. My biggest surprise on here is India. Thank you India. I will try to write more on Indian issues. Thanks again to all the readers. However, I'm upset that Africa, China, Japan, and Papa New Guinea weren't on this list. I'm coming for you Africa. This blog is international son!!!

Bloggy Smloggy 10 with 117 views.

Here is the link if you want to see why it was the most popular blog.

http://nudedudeadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/bloggy-smloggy-10.html

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Bloggy Smloggy 49

Intro/Muffin Top

I've noticed when I wear slim fitting jeans, I have a muffin top. It's not any ole muffin top, but it's a nice girthy muffin top. It actually made me feel like a self conscious white girl. It must be tough being a self conscious white girl because now I know how they feel. Now, I'm super self conscious when I sit a certain way because my stomach fat sticks way out. I blame the media, magazines, and the Barbie doll. I feel so inferior because the media makes me feel like my body isn't good enough. I'm going to make myself puke now, blahhhhhhhhh.

My New Click (Clique)

I'm starting a new band, club, and/or gang. Let me know if you want to be part of it. It's an elite club of hard heads with true grit. It's called the Rub Club, it's like the Navy Seals of jerking it. It's more like the Muslim Extremists of cranking it because we don't take no for an answer. We are an elitist group that uses military technique to jack off with passion. Let it be known, the Rub Club is here for the takeover!

BJ Rewards Card

Every successful business has a rewards card to keep the customer coming back; Best Buy, Qdoba, and Subway. They usually give you discounts after you have bought so many items. Well, I think there should be a Blow Job Rewards Card. For example, you get 9 BJ's and the 10^th one you get to blow it on her face.

Joystick

Have you ever played the game Joystick? Probably not, because it's a game I made up. Joystick is a game played with yourself. You don't need a ball, accessories, or any sports equipment. All you need is a hard on and a imagination. Sorry girls, this is a dude's only game. Joystick is where you use your boner as a “joystick”. You can play on the couch, in the car, or in your bedroom! It's simple ,grab your wiener and make sound effects. I've played car racing games with my boner! I've played Top Gun with my wiener! And I've even played war games with my penis! Your dick can be anything you want it to be. It can be a car shifter, a machine gun, or you can be a pilot fighter! Joystick is awesome and best of all, it's free!!!!

Fart Wars

This is when 2 people push “fart air” towards each other by farting. This game takes a lot of farting and exertion of the butthole. The competitor is deemed winner when their opponent covers his/her mouth or has to leave the room. Anyone want to play a game of Fart Wars then play Joystick?

Brain Train

When you and your buddies of (5 or more) are getting head from a girl. You are part of what we call a Brain Train. Let's just say you don't want to be the caboose of the Brain Train. Choo Choo!!!

Random Thoughts

-Dude is so ugly he had to pay for a rape.

-When I go down on a girl I spit, I don't swallow.

-Fred Durst aka Fred Wurst

-I have a small dick. My new nickname for myself is “4^th & inches”

-I want to punch the Arby's guy who sings, “It's good mood food!!!!”

-Chorizo in a tube that looks like cookie dough is not a good idea if your battling diarrhea like me.

The Hard Count

This is a classic football term in which the quarterback tries to make the defense jump offsides. However, in the real world, I like to use the hard count too. No, not to many people make me jump offsides. I used the hard count to decipher how many boners I get in a day. For example, “Hey, what's your hard count at?” It's at 16.”

Booze Control

When you drink at a steady pace all night long. For example, “I didn't get drunk last night. I just put er in Booze Control and I had a steady buzz all night long”.

Dr. Appointment

Everyone loves going to the Dr.'s office, right? Actually, everyone hates it. I'm talking about a different kind of “Dr.” appointment. It's actually a Dr. (Dome receiving) appointment. So, next time you say you got a dr. appt. (your actually referring to getting head). That's my new acronym for the week. Make sure you get checked up, visit your local Dr.

Skinny Farts

People who are skinny shouldn't fart with bass. It sounds funny. They should only be allowed to fart in a high pitch noise. Lets be real here folks. That goes with large people too. Your farts should only sound like dub bass. There is no reason your farts should be like “beep”. Let the skinny people fart with the beep and let the large people let out the bass lines.

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Bloggy Smloggy 47

Intro Smintro

Sorry, I didn't post last week.  I'm sure of all you were so displeased.  Did anyone notice? Probably not.  Did anyone care? Probably not.  Do I care? Probably not.  Sorry, I need to self loathe for awhile.  Self loathing is a good way to start a blog.

Lunchables

Who the hell eats Lunchables? Have you seen that crap! What the hell is in that? Do they have breakfestables or dinnerables? They should rename it untouchables. I'm pretty sure if they did rename it “untouchables”, people would still buy it. Ewwww, that's nastyyyy... More like diarehheables

Goin Up Up Up

You know how us guys talk about getting head. We always say, “Hey, did she go down on you?”. We love it when girls go 'down' on us. What if girls went 'up' on us? For example:

dude 1: Hey man, did that girl go down on you?

dude 2: No, she didn't go down on me. But she went up on me.

dude 1: huh, what do you mean she went up on you?

dude 2: oh... she kissed me.

I guess when a girl goes up on you, it's not as cool as when a girl goes down on you.

Big Ballin'

I'm in dire need of a ball reduction. This thought occurred to me on christmas day. Why would this occur to me on Christmas Day? Well, because I was watching sports all day on the couch. It was the first day of the NBA. So,I was watching games from 11am in the morning to 10pm at night. My testicles were mushed between my thighs all day long. I don't have normal 29 year old thighs either. I have what we call “thunder thighs”. So, with that being said, it hurts, because off all the friction and rubbing go on down there. I wish I could have a big bowl of gold bond on a night stand, so everyday when i wake up, i can just dip my fat balls in this bowl of heaven (gold bond). My massive thunderous meaty thighs were squishing my already big balls. Big and big don't go together, especially when its your gigantic nuts with your manatee looking thighs.

In the day of plastic surgery someone could say, "why don't you get a thigh reduction? Well, i like my meaty thighs and it's not going to change the fact that I have titanic testes. How about I just go for a ball reduction. If I get a nut reduction it's going to make my already small penis look bigger. Just as girls get boob reductions, I'll get ball reduction. I still don't understand why girls get chest takeaways?? Why would you take the thing I love the most from your precious chest and throw it away? I guess girls do have a point when they remove there gonzongos because it does hurt there back to lug those flappy tits around town. Maybe that's why I have an aching back. It must be my gigantic testicles.

I hope they have this surgery around, if not, I want some doctor to experiment with my nuts and make my balls smaller. If there are any doctors that will do this I am dedicating my body to science. If doctors are not willing to do this procedure, then f*ck it, I'm calling Rick Moranis. Honey, I Shrunk the Kids, literally.

Good Ol Anne

Anne Frank. Good Ol Ann Frank. I developed a new slang term for Ann Frank. She is called Ann Stank. Ann Stank is when a girl farts but you can't find out which girl farted. It's like there hiding there fart from you. Plus, no girl wants to know you know she farted, she is going to Ann Stank that fart, in other words hide it.

My Wonderful Weekend

Christmas Eve Eve

December 23, 2011

There's always that point in a relationship when your in relationship that you have to meet the family. With that being said, it was my turn to meet the family. It was not as hard as I thought actually. I get pretty nervous and sometimes shy around people I don't know, but I guess we all are. So, we arrive at her sisters house and I was immediately offered a drink. They had Rum and Diet Coke. Alas, they had Captain Morgan's, I don't have to drink cheap rum anymore. Wow, this rum is delicious and name brand soda... get outta town.

So, we ate, watched people open presents, played dominoes, and drank. I probably had 8 Rum/Cokes. I was relapsing at a family function. I was feeling nice and buzzed and all my pre game jitters were down the hatchet. Towards the middle of the night, we started drinking Captain Morgan's special reserve. It was 100 proof, yet smooth and delectable.

So, at the end of the night, I was hugging family members, playing with the random kids there, and joking around with their grandmother. Overall, rum quenches social family awkwardness.

Christmas Night

December 25, 2011

Let's fast forward to Christmas Night, because Christmas Day (read above) was me complaining about my big balls. Since, we were inside all day long, we needed to get out. So, my brother, Earthy A, and I went off to the casino. It was the only place open. It was packed, the Christmas spirit was in the air as everyone was spending there christmas cash. I went with a measly $15 which came from scratch offs that I in my stocking stuffer. We ponied up to a black jack table as I tiredly watched everyone play. Then I made my move, I cashed in my $15 and in return I got 3 $5 chips. I had 3 chances to make big winnings, hence it was a $5 black jack table. Boom, I started hitting like crazy and before you know it, I was up $50. I decided to do the smart thing and cash out. There has been many times when I have been inebriated and have been up and lost my winnings. It was 3am when we arrived home.  Christmas had arrived and Christmas had gone.

Twos......