Wednesday, February 24, 2010

No..no way..nu uh...


Tonight I will put my pajamas on backward and wrong side out.


I will dance around singing unintelligible chants,


I will dye my hair purple,


I will burn all my panties in a bonfire,


I will hop on one foot while sucking my thumb,


I will wear 3 bras to bed,


I will run through my neighborhood wearing nothing but leather chaps,


I will dance the hustle in the middle of my living room for 3 non-stop hours,


I will smear a dozen raw eggs on my feet, and


I will pierce my belly button with a Cheerio.


Why am I doing these things? I'm practicing hillbilly voodoo to keep the snow away.


Please Old Man Winter...I beg you to pack your icy, snowy bags and get the fuck out of town. I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!


Chick out...


Sunday, February 21, 2010

Google

Did you know that the word google is now a verb?

Google: to use the Google search engine to obtain information about (as a person) on the World Wide Web

We all use the word. I google all the time. I’m almost a professional googler! Looking for a fact? Google it! Can’t think of that movie where Mel Gibson was battling aliens? Google it!

I lubs me some Google!!

The other day I received the following email message from one of my friends: “Bobby (not his real name) decided to type ‘sex’ into Google. He's not to happy right now.”

You see Bobby is his 11 year old son. It’s 2010..he was curious about sex so he googled it, of course. Why wouldn’t he? We google everything else! He didn’t google “naked woman” or “boobs” or anything like that. He actually wanted to know what sex was. Of course, his search directed him to all sorts of porn sites, which he did check out, so I guess he was googling and oogling. Bobby's mom apparently freaked out. Her baby was looking an lewd pictures!!! I think she’s currently suffering from post traumatic stress disorder and curls up in the fetal position whenever she hears the gentle tap of fingers on a keyboard and screams when she lays eyes on words such as pussy cat and pussy willow.

I think Bobby is lucky. I didn’t have Google when I was 11 years old. All I had was the encyclopedia with the plastic flip pages of the human body and a lame book my mother ordered that told you about dating, puberty, and growing pubic hair. Wow!!! Woo Hoo!!! Pubic hair!!!

Hell, for years, I thought babies grew out of a woman’s belly button. My mother’s sex talk with me consisted of “Keep you skirt down and your knees together”. What the hell? I’m surprised I’m even a functioning member of the damned society!!

Since this event one of my favorite phrases is “googling sex”. Ask me what I'm up to and I'm liable to say, “Oh I’m just googling sex!” For some reason it makes me laugh.

So google to your heart’s content…but don’t google sex…

Chick out…and googling…