Nov 30

I was having a conversation with some friends the other day. We were talking about what the world would be like if men had babies.

I came to the conclusion that if men were the ones to have babies, the human race would cease to exist.

Here’s why:

1. There’s no chance in hell that I am passing a bowling ball through the tip of my dick. It just won’t happen.

2. I hate carrying anything around for more than 10 or 15 minutes. So if you think I’m about to carry a baby to term, that baby would never survive. Unless the term was 10 or 15 minutes.

3. I really admire women for sacrificing their bodies for the sake of bringing a new life into the world. But you know what, if I get the runs for two or three days, that’s enough of a sacrifice of my body. If my lower back hurts for a few days, I’ve sacrificed my body enough.

4. We would never get up 15 times a night to go pee. Once we lay down and we’re comfortable, we’re good. Not only that, but when we pee we always have to shake the last drops out. So if we pee 14 times a night, our underwear would be constantly wet with excess drops of pee.

5. Most men are just really selfish. So we just wouldn’t do it. It wouldn’t be worth it. We want “me” time, not baby time. It’s just not in the nature of men to be rubbing our bellies 24/7. The only time we really like rubbing our bellies is when we’ve stuffed ourselves after a nice burger and milkshake meal. But to constant have to rub a belly with another human being growing in there, no way.

6. Once one man’s had a baby, no other man witnessing it would want to suffer through that ordeal. The first man who gave birth would say, “God, guys, giving birth was the most awful and painful experience I’ve ever had,” and every man watching it would say, “God, guys, witnessing that guy give birth was the most awful and painful experience I’ve ever had.” Then, because men are all about fixing things, we would try to invent a way that men can have babies without actually getting pregnant, or a way to bring babies to term in a week, and we wouldn’t ever rest until that invention came about.

7. Lastly, I just can’t see it ever happening. I mean, there’s just no way men would be able to do that much intense bonding with another being. Not only that, just think about what a kid would do to our man boobs. Our moobs would be shaped like banana mobs. As a man, the only thing we could deal with body-wise is the stretch marks. We just don’t care, because to us it’s just scars. We like scars. We compare scars to our friends, and it would actually be kind of cool to have scars. We don’t really care, plus we’re so hairy, you wouldn’t notice the stretch marks anyway.

Bottom line is that men cannot have babies. They just cannot give birth. The human race would come to an end, literally.

But I’ll tell you one thing, if men did have the ability to become pregnant, we’d never, ever miss a birth control pill, let me tell you. We would never allow the pull-out method during sex or any other method that was less than 100% safe.

Because as men, we can’t stand the idea of giving birth. We can’t carry babies. We already are babies. We need all the attention and care to ourselves, and we don’t like to be in any type of pain.

Nov 29

How strict are you when it comes down to your own set of dating rules?

Are you a dating “lister”?

Meaning, do you sit down and list all the things you desire in a person and then expect to put yourself out there and meet that very person?
Are you a person who has a checklist for things they’re looking for in a partner? Then at the end of each date, you go home and check off what that person did and didn’t do, or how they lived or didn’t live up to your expectations?

Dating and relationships are always a unique ride for each person. A lot of times you think you’ve found somebody great, they’re the perfect person, and then all of a sudden a few months into dating them you realize that they’re not for you.

How strict are you with your expectations of another person? And how many hoops do you need to make the person you’re dating go through in order to give them the gift of your love?
Check out today’s video and ask yourself if you are as stringent as this guy is in this video. If so, explain down below why you are.

What are your desires, your deal-breakers, and what can you tolerate? What are your negotiables and non-negotiables?

Let’s have a conversation today about how far you’re willing to negotiate when it comes down to things you desire in a relationship.
Let’s make this a great conversation!

Nov 28

Long holiday weekend, great Jets game so today I thought we would start the week with some dating humor.

I am sure all of you are back in the office wishing it was Black Friday all over again. But today I hear is cyber monday followed by some kind of tuesday.

It seems that we now name all the days before Christmas. It used to be the 12 days of Christmas now its some named day and were not even close yet. Back to the dating world and today we are all about the clueless people who have no idea that they are a dangler.

Have you ever had a dangler?
Do you know what a dangler is? Are you self-aware enough to know when you have a dangler?

The other day I was out to lunch with some people. A guy sitting across from me had a dangler. It was pretty distracting.
Now there are many forms of danglers. A dangler can be a piece of food that’s stuck on the tip pf somebody’s lip. You know, as they’re eating and talking, that little piece of food just seems to swing back and forth on their lip? It’s like its winking directly back at you.

So you wait for them to wipe their lip. You think to yourself, How could they not know they’ve got this huge dangler? Can’t they feel that there’s something dangling right from their lip? Pretty soon you get fixated , sitting there staring at the dangler while you’re trying to concentrate on the conversation. You think to yourself, How much longer am I going to sit here without telling them that they’ve got a dangler?

There’s other danglers too. There’s the booger dangler that flaps in and out of your nose every time you breathe. Don’t they know that there’s a little booger flapping in and out of their nose? I mean, can’t they feel it going in and out, in and out? Literally at each breath, the dangler sucks in, the dangler blows out, sucks in, blows out.
Yeah, it’s funny. We’re all human. We all have plenty of little danglers of our own from time to time.

But the question is: How truthful are we with people around us who have danglers? Do we say something? Do we say nothing? It is appropriate social etiquette to go up to somebody across from you and say, “Hey by the way, a little piece of spinach artichoke dip is dangling from your lip.” “Hey, you got a little booger flapping in and out of your nose, and I just thought you’d like to be aware of that.”

There are no clear-cut rules for whether you’re supposed to do it on a date. But then again, if that person goes to the bathroom and they found out they had a dangler there, they start thinking to themselves, What the…? Why didn’t my date tell me I had a dangler?
The same rules are in effect for food stuck in the teeth. Do you tell someone that they’re front tooth looks like it’s missing because it’s covered in spinach? Or do you just sit there and just pretend to ignore it the whole time so that by the time they get home and look in the mirror, they see that they have a grill full of spinach.
I say we tell people about danglers. Every time. Maybe we should make a dangler appreciation day where we go around and tell everybody about the dangler that they have, regardless of whether we know that person or not.

Because I would certainly appreciate it if someone told me I had a dangler blowing in and out of my nose or dancing on my lip.

Nov 28

Je suis désolée pour la destruction de votre lundi mais il va falloir maintenant cliquer ici pour découvrir le nouveau Tumblr du moment : J’te baise. Il s’agit d’une compilation de photos coquines dont certaines sont à éviter en open-space, mais qui toutes, témoignent d’une conception rafraîchissante de la séduction. Puisqu’on ne voit pas ça tous les jours (merci, ô Internet), il faut s’en délecter aujourd’hui.

Ah et puis pour une dose supplémentaire de bonne humeur, découvrez Anthony Clamaran et pleurez des larmes de sang (n’oubliez pas de filer sur son skyblog ensuite).

(Pour vous laver les yeux il reste Bonjour Madame.)

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Nov 28

Je suis désolée pour la destruction de votre lundi mais il va falloir maintenant cliquer ici pour découvrir le nouveau Tumblr du moment : J’te baise. Il s’agit d’une compilation de photos coquines dont certaines sont à éviter en open-space, mais qui toutes, témoignent d’une conception rafraîchissante de la séduction. Puisqu’on ne voit pas ça tous les jours (merci, ô Internet), il faut s’en délecter aujourd’hui.

Ah et puis pour une dose supplémentaire de bonne humeur, découvrez Anthony Clamaran et pleurez des larmes de sang (n’oubliez pas de filer sur son skyblog ensuite).

(Pour vous laver les yeux il reste Bonjour Madame.)

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Nov 28

Je suis désolée pour la destruction de votre lundi mais il va falloir maintenant cliquer ici pour découvrir le nouveau Tumblr du moment : J’te baise. Il s’agit d’une compilation de photos coquines dont certaines sont à éviter en open-space, mais qui toutes, témoignent d’une conception rafraîchissante de la séduction. Puisqu’on ne voit pas ça tous les jours (merci, ô Internet), il faut s’en délecter aujourd’hui.

Ah et puis pour une dose supplémentaire de bonne humeur, découvrez Anthony Clamaran et pleurez des larmes de sang (n’oubliez pas de filer sur son skyblog ensuite).

(Pour vous laver les yeux il reste Bonjour Madame.)

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Nov 28

Je suis désolée pour la destruction de votre lundi mais il va falloir maintenant cliquer ici pour découvrir le nouveau Tumblr du moment : J’te baise. Il s’agit d’une compilation de photos coquines dont certaines sont à éviter en open-space, mais qui toutes, témoignent d’une conception rafraîchissante de la séduction. Puisqu’on ne voit pas ça tous les jours (merci, ô Internet), il faut s’en délecter aujourd’hui.

Ah et puis pour une dose supplémentaire de bonne humeur, découvrez Anthony Clamaran et pleurez des larmes de sang (n’oubliez pas de filer sur son skyblog ensuite).

(Pour vous laver les yeux il reste Bonjour Madame.)

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Nov 28

Je suis désolée pour la destruction de votre lundi mais il va falloir maintenant cliquer ici pour découvrir le nouveau Tumblr du moment : J’te baise. Il s’agit d’une compilation de photos coquines dont certaines sont à éviter en open-space, mais qui toutes, témoignent d’une conception rafraîchissante de la séduction. Puisqu’on ne voit pas ça tous les jours (merci, ô Internet), il faut s’en délecter aujourd’hui.

Ah et puis pour une dose supplémentaire de bonne humeur, découvrez Anthony Clamaran et pleurez des larmes de sang (n’oubliez pas de filer sur son skyblog ensuite).

(Pour vous laver les yeux il reste Bonjour Madame.)

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Nov 28

Je suis désolée pour la destruction de votre lundi mais il va falloir maintenant cliquer ici pour découvrir le nouveau Tumblr du moment : J’te baise. Il s’agit d’une compilation de photos coquines dont certaines sont à éviter en open-space, mais qui toutes, témoignent d’une conception rafraîchissante de la séduction. Puisqu’on ne voit pas ça tous les jours (merci, ô Internet), il faut s’en délecter aujourd’hui.

Ah et puis pour une dose supplémentaire de bonne humeur, découvrez Anthony Clamaran et pleurez des larmes de sang (n’oubliez pas de filer sur son skyblog ensuite).

(Pour vous laver les yeux il reste Bonjour Madame.)

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Nov 28

Je suis désolée pour la destruction de votre lundi mais il va falloir maintenant cliquer ici pour découvrir le nouveau Tumblr du moment : J’te baise. Il s’agit d’une compilation de photos coquines dont certaines sont à éviter en open-space, mais qui toutes, témoignent d’une conception rafraîchissante de la séduction. Puisqu’on ne voit pas ça tous les jours (merci, ô Internet), il faut s’en délecter aujourd’hui.

Ah et puis pour une dose supplémentaire de bonne humeur, découvrez Anthony Clamaran et pleurez des larmes de sang (n’oubliez pas de filer sur son skyblog ensuite).

(Pour vous laver les yeux il reste Bonjour Madame.)

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