See if you can spot the difference between these two statements:
(a) "Those trouser make your behind look fat."
(b) "You're a repellently obese old hag upon whom I am compelled to heap insults and derision - depressingly far removed from the, 'stupid, squeaky, sLuty women,' who make up my vast catalogue of former lovers and to whom I might as well return right now as I hate everything about you."
I think you know what this blogpost is about- WOMEN, GIRLFRIENDS in paticular (no honey, not you, I am talking about all those other women)- Just something most men would relate to get started- I of course don’t relate to this ('really honey, you look great , whatever you are wearing)
Also, to show my Girlfriend there are no hard feelings, I have replicated her style of writing, I have of course messed with it a little and made it my own (by which I mean used a much worse vocabulary).
I was watching Mission Impossible and it was making me uneasy. Tom Cruise was doing something - infiltrating, probably, you know what he's like - and he was continuously describing the situation to his distant support buddies via his headset radio. For a while, I naturally assumed that it was simply Tom Cruise's big nose that was unsettling me and tried, using soothing visualizations and breathing exercises, to move myself, mentally, to a place where it wasn't an issue. But then - the realization freezing my arm and abruptly halting a crisp's journey from lung to mouth - I had a small epiphany: This was me- nose not withstanding, Dangling from a string, trying to infiltrate this, impossible to infiltrate 'computer' (a machine who does not look fat in any kind of cloths).
I, the super spy- am somehow supposed to infiltrate the super- computer, while relating my every move to my support buddy- My support Buddy of course being my girl-friend herself.
Before I continue on I think everyone should- sometimes women will communicate to you their feelings- The key to a successful relationship is communication. That's the First Rule. BUT (there’s always a BUT) every girlfriends corollary to the First Rule is the Timing clause. This states that the best time to initiate a complex and lengthy talk about, say, what trivial thing is important to them takes place only when (in reverse order of preference):
- When you see that BOYFRIEND is playing a game online and is one point away from becoming Champion Of The World.
- Boyfriend is racing out of take a much needed toilet break
- Boyfriend is in the middle of trying to put out a kitchen fire, etc.
- During the final minutes of a tense thriller Boyfriend has been watching for the past two hours. Ideally at the precise point when someone has begun to say, 'Good Lord! Then the murderer must be...'.
- In the middle of the moment when Boyfriend is feeling particularly amorous.
Okay I am tired now- but this is far from over, Guess I will have to do a sequel to this post. Well tht will come next week- I havent even completed my first point yet. Whatever- look for the next update.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
OUCHIE
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The glory of the pathetic female brain...
Why why why why why why is the font sooo small. Im half blind as it is Hysum.
Make-It-Bigger.
Please.
:D
I actually had to squint..thats how pathetic my brain is.
Apologies my female comrades... this blog entry is more true than untrue. We are depraved beings. Depressingly depraved. The amount of distress we go through becuase of body image- which by the way changes more than uterian influx { the menstrual period, if you will}- yea... we're sad. Lets all wear brown paper bags as head accesories and walk around in... an... ITSY BITSY TEENY WEENY YELLOW POLKA DOT BIKINI...
sorry. corny humour. the canadianism is rubbing off. badly. *bangs head on keyboard*
sgwet34rtja35y >> result of banging head on keyboard.
anyhoooooo... i'm restarting my blog.. acne sucks. i am a carrot. moohaha
the word awsum is jealous of hysum.
Theres madness in the air...i can feel it
The font is bigger- not necessarily better- but definately bigger.
Thank you :)
Women...sometimes, even i dont get em. And yes, i do realise im talking about my own gender.
I think im going to shut up and comment later, cause im not thinking straight. i blame the traffic.
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