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July 20, 2007

WHO SAYS GUYS CAN'T HAVE MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIPS?

Not us.

(Thanks to Philip Snyder)

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Hello Dolly!

hawt. wery, wey hawt.

In that order?

(yes)

Can I assume the dolls love you long time?

*inserts obligatory MKJ action figure here*

But MKJ, he's not anatomically correct! This is not good enough.

I knew it!

Details, details . . .

I'm sure many women just sighed in relief.

Isn't it embaressing taking your doll to the gas station to blow it up?

I just keep mine filled with some Diet Pepsi and drop in a Mentos on date night....

LOL CJ!

ArcticAl - if you're embarrassed, just have your wife do it.

Spammuch?

"Sex with human girls was better, but I hate the process of dating,"

Well, for $16,000 he could get "lucky" a lot without dating.

At least he admits sex with real women is better.

And here’s to you, Missy Dolly-san
Ta-Bo loves you more than you will know
Wo wo wo
Oh, how you please, Missy Dolly-san
Heaven’s your embrace for those who pay
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

He’d like to know a little bit about your different styles
He’d like to buy them all; can’t help himself
Look around and all you see are painted, plastic eyes
Waiting on the couch until their man comes home

Chorus

Hide them in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put them in your closet till your lunch break
It’s a dirty secret, your great Dolly-san affair
Most of all, you’ve got to hide them from the folks.

Chorus

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Drinking sake while he watched the game
Laughing at them, shouting at them, he can’t ever lose
Every way he looks, there’s one to choose

He’s so withdrawn, Japan’s single man
His nation’s full of lonely guys so blue
Ooo ooo ooo
He’d rather date Missy Dolly-san
Than spend his yen on real girls who might say
Nay, nay, nay; nay, nay nay.

Quando eu me aposento em Brasil logo, meus arranjos da imobiliarias não estarão feitos com bastardos do Spamming.

Woooowww. That is just sad.

*SNORK @ JD*

Another good female substitute is beer.

When you take the top off, you know you're the first...

YayYayYay....

javajones, that's OK. Women just want to hug, according to Mrs. Baggins.

Hmmm, well, Bud, the neck is a bit small on beer for either gender. Just saying...
Those dolls look pretty scarily real - for a bit more, he could probably get one of the robot Japanese women we saw not long ago, right here on this very blog, I think....

Is everyone hiding behind the blogbar or too busy with their blow up doll collection to blog?

*flaps back in for a moment*

Thanks, ExMatt & CJ!

Hi, Med! How's the new restaurant faring? How's your car-ma?

Hi Ducky. The restaurant is awesome. I have never heard so many adults ask to lick their plates. But it was a long day (double shift).

My car-ma seems to be improving, substantially. The other insur. co. has admitted liability (I live in a no fault state), and I have an appt. Monday to pick up a check. Also, the acquaintance who burglarized my home 2 years ago and wiped out my checking acct a couple weeks ago (banking snafu, replacing the card instead of cancelling it), was arrested this week for check fraud and identity theft. The detective on my case says with the fingerprints, banking and teemobile documentation, it is a done deal and probably won't require a trial or me being a witness. Yay!

Car-ma is coming back around.

I've been galavanting. I was chasing a scheduling carrot for weeks. Everything just got postponed, today, so I'm doing Wily Coyote, scampering in mid-air after the plateau ran out....

Med, that is all great news! CJ, I thought the coyote chased the roadrunner, not a carrot. ;-)

You know, Ducky, it is great news. But I am incredibly, overwhelmingly sad at that woman's drug habit and what it has forced her to become. And the huge pricetag........ she was a beautiful, bright woman who was severely abused and turned to drugs. Just a huge, devastatingly sad and tragic consequence to her addiction and pain.

Don't get me wrong... I am thankful for the consequences she faces, but lachrymose for her decisions and the pain it has caused.

Med, I have had the (mis)fortune to know more than a couple of folks like that over the years. It's tremendously sad, and such a waste of one of God's creations. I'm incredibly thankful that I never turned down that road.

I must, however, give you bonus points for the use of "lachrymose" in your sentence!

Also, I have seen that experiencing the painful consequences of one's actions can be the catalyst for change. Sometimes it's the proverbial blessing in disguise.

Ducky - In a strange sense, I feel as though I failed, both God and her. I did not witness to her and offer her an "out." Or rather, an inside track and an alternative option. I got caught up in being pretty and popular and missed a golden opportunity. And we have both paid a price.

Lesson learned. My sweetie chiro pointed out to me that he read an article about "industry" drug abuse, and the restaurant industry was at the top of the list. Followed closely by the construction industry.

A couple nights ago, I discreetly called out a co-worker who was totally "tweaking" at work. What you do to yourself on your own time is yours, but if you show up to work acting like and speaking like Hammie from Over the H edge, don't expect me to be complacent. This is my home and I don't allow drugs in my home, or sit quietly by while you use and screw up my income.

I haven't done drugs, but I have been "around the block" enough times to recognize someone who is high. And I have no tolerance for it.

And with that sage observation, I must flap off to bed. After a double shift, Med, you could probably use some rest, too. Sleep well, and sweet dreams!

You too, Ducky. Thanks for your understanding and support. Sweet dreams, friend.

Exactly.

And no one runs off a cliff for a carrot or a spindly roadrunner. Maybe a carat....

*pauses*

Med, people have to be in a place where they are able to hear, and it doesn't sound like she would have been anywhere near ready. But good for you for holding your coworker accountable; if it happens enough, he/she might get the message.

*flaps off to bed, really, this time*

*Zips™ in borrowing El's zipper*

Just a quick note to let ya'll know that I got the Harry Potter book at 12:05. I've read the last chapter and I am off to read the rest now. I will say no more.

Niters all...a long night reading awaits...

*zips out*

*returns zipper*

FTR - she showed up sober today. And I can't help but believe did her job better for it. And I know she feels my disapproval, which although I regret her discomfort, SHE DAMN WELL SHOULD.

The thing I love about this rest. is that the staff is 35+. We are all professionals and are there because we love people, love food, love wine, and love service. Oh, and the cash is a good thing, but not the (for me) bottom line. The intrinsics are more important.

I had two meals today prepared for me by a James Beard chef, gratis. Who needs health insurance..... I am in gastronomical heaven.

great. the one night i'm up late and everyones off snoozing, reading, playing with their dolls or chasing carrots. *sigh*

cg, look at it this way.... you didn't miss much. And your brain is bigger from reading and expanding your mind.

We'll work on burning those extra brain cells off at the hunt. ;-)

test did this work?

yay my iPhone works

CJ - have you and acme blown anything up yet?

um, med... i wasn't reading or expanding my mind but i guess i will get on with the snoozing. nite!!

me too, cg. my body is beat, and i woke up at 5:30 this morning, for some ungodly reason. sweet dreams to all....

sets out patisserie and readies the cappucino/espresso machine for the morn

me too, cg. my body is beat, and i woke up at 5:30 this morning, for some ungodly reason. sweet dreams to all....

sets out patisserie and readies the cappucino/espresso machine for the morn

goodnight all and sweet dreams

Wow, it's late.

Ya'll know me though and I will kick in my two cents. Mostly though tonight its relatively benign. I've worked in both restaurants and construction, and never done illegal drugs. But....there was a time I could drink to a level the stats say shoulda killed me. Neither is a business everyone can do, and while I was good, there's no telling where I would have been in 10 years. I don't have the thick skin or the patience needed.

So, in a rare serious(and slightly buzzed moment, hey, I never said I quit, just cut back), I honestly appreciate you Med, and the other lifers that work so hard, in such demanding industries.

Hey girls and boys ...

Mornin' all!
Jazzziieeeee!
Long night- I drew the short straw this month- three weekends. Currently back in Macon for the weekend. Jazzzz- Ever had a pt with foot gangrene? I don't recommend it.

*blogs ddd space suit and lysol*

Boy, I coulda used these 10 hours ago! Thanks, fivver!

Don't know if it's the same hospital, but I spent 10 days there in Macon in 69. Had my femur busted playing football down in Jasper and it was the closest facility. My physician there was Dr. Branch which we thought was pretty funny for a limb specialist.

it is way too early for gangrene.

Gangrene, it's not just for breakfast any more...

Hi guys, gee it's been so long since I've been on the blog I feel like a total stranger. Fivver, I think I'll stick to bacon 'n eggs for breakfast. Bacon rhymes with Macon.

Hi guys, gee it's been so long since I've been on the blog I feel like a total stranger. Fivver, I think I'll stick to bacon 'n eggs for breakfast. Bacon rhymes with Macon.

The bot attaches way too much importance to my words, they really don't have to be repeated.

ddd....yeah, all the time. mostly the ol' diabetic. (horrible disease) Not pretty. I didn't know you covered Macon. Hope it's not too busy. I'm on OB call the weekend. Quiet so far, but the sun is still up.

Your hand does the same thing and doesn't have to be powdered up. Although you could.

You don't have to buy lingerie for it, either! Although you could.

I feel relieved that it's not just me has those desire.
But in my yound years I had only a rocking horse.

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