“Five Reasons You Know You Live Next-door to a Jerk”

Guess what all you party people out there in internetland! I have a guest blogger visiting The Insane Asylum today…and yes she’s real and not just a figment of my imagination. Check out what she has to say about neighbors from hell from her own personal experiences, and when you’re done make sure to check out the links below for more about her.

So sit back, enjoy and show some mad love to author Nicole Maddalo Dixon!

Being a homeowner is a marvelous thing. First of all, you now have a real live, grown-up piece of equity, which means you have financial security. It also means you get to pack up your shit and make good on that promise to your parents to run away from home.

But there are negative things that come with being a homeowner. For instance, there’s Buyer’s Remorse, which, in our case meant we should have viewed the home during prime daylight hours instead of after 6PM, because our house gets no fucking sunlight. Our home is where light, and hope, come to die. Seriously, flowers and plants cannot survive on our property because…no sunlight. And then there is the worst nightmare of all: The goddamned jerky next-door neighbor.

Now these five examples all come from the neighbor my husband and I were stuck living immediately next to, in a townhome no less, for seven god-less years, but they also happen to apply to every jerk neighbor in the world, so it’s a win-win situation for the sake of this article, but a lose-lose situation for your sanity and criminal-free record when you finally lose your shit and straight-up murder them.

Non-Stop Parties

My husband and I came home from a decent, fun night out around 11PM and found out that we were suddenly living next to what was the equivalent of a frat house. Making this analogy even more precious is the fact that guests (and by guests I am of course referring to douchebags), were still arriving, and no douchebag guest would be complete without their douchey toga. Yes, this girl, in her late twenties by then, was having a real life toga party.

But Nikki, you’re thinking, that sounds awesome! I can assure you that no, no it is not. First of all, there is an ordinance against noise pollution after 11 PM for a reason, and that is to keep your black-market, nitro-amped speakers from blowing a hole through our wall, or whatever the hell kind of speakers they were (I know nothing about speakers). It is also so that I don’t have to suffer the loud din of your toga infested, douchebag guests while I am in the privacy of my own home and attempting to round off my pleasant day by falling asleep to The Bridges of Madison County.

And I’m not talking about the one-night-and-here parties, I’m talking about the every-Friday-and-Saturday-fucking-night kind of parties. Until 4:30 AM! That is NOT effing awesome! Do you honestly think I would lie about that? I wouldn’t do that to you.

And then there’s the fact that…

They Always Own One More Dog than Necessary

This jerk owned two dogs: One little rinky-dink one, and one big old fat one. Either way, both of them left their turds to fester under the hot, hot sun in the backyard that consisted not of grass, but rocks. What sort of jerk does that? I mean, really. Who makes a rock-yard for the sake of thinking it means you won’t have to clean up your little doggy messes and big fat doggy, big old fat poops?

That little one was always somehow hopping the four foot fence that separated our grass from their rocks and maybe taking a shit on our grass for good measure. And this jerk did nothing to curb her irritating little douche of a dog from hopping that fence. In fact, she even made it easier for that damned dog by carelessly leaving the gate that attached her property to ours open just a smidge. Did you understand what I just explained there? There were two hidden “jerk” red-flags in that one sentence. First, what type of self-entitled jerk installs a fence that gives access  the yard directly attached to their neighbor’s, and second, what type of jerk makes it even easier for their pesky, turd-producing jerk of a dog to get out of the yard and run around the neighborhood like a little, miniature jerk?

Then there was the weekend she went away with one of the random fellas she’d bring home from the bar (though she wound up marrying this one. Score one for desperation!). She left those ridiculous dogs, locked up I have to assume, in her bedroom with her freaking windows open. It was spring, and my husband and I had our windows open as well to let in a nice, pleasant, little springtime breeze, and apparently also the unwelcome sounds of two jerk dogs barking throughout the entire freaking night. Adding to this fun-filled night is the fact that that bedroom of hers is literally directly next to the bedroom of ours. Finally, at 3 AM, I went outside and left a note on her door that read, and I quote, “Your windows are open and your dogs are barking continuously so we can’t sleep. P.S., everybody on this block hates you.” Signed, Nikki. Yes, I absolutely signed that letter, because that’s how I roll and I would have liked her to dare try and approach me. She never did. She just hid behind the walls of that brothel townhome of hers calling me “the bitch next-door”. I found out about this little gem because…

She Finally Found Someone Who Was Also Equally a Jerk

Yes, as I mentioned, she managed to get one of the men she brought home on the weekends to stick around, and I’ll tell you why—because he had nothing better to do. She gave him a job in her gym, or whatever the hell it was she owned, and she let him move into her house because she had no self-respect or pride.

He showed up on our doorstep drunk in the evening after 10 PM to “apologize” for her behavior while my husband and I were discussing the horrifying and devastating death of a member of our family.

I did not want this brand new contending jerk to stick around, and so I accepted his “apology”, and then explained that we were discussing the death of a loved one and his memorial service in the hopes that he would get the hint and leave quietly. Instead, he proceeded to then apologize for our loss, and then proceeded to unnecessarily stick around all inebriated and wobbly-like, and continue apologizing for, and I can’t stress this enough, something he had taken no part in and so therefore did not know what the fuck he was even talking about. Plus, there was the matter of the alcohol that made damned sure that he did not know what the fuck he was even talking about!

He then asked me my name and said, during his speech of apology, “I only know you as the bitch next-door.” I had to know, so I asked him, “Are you for real? Is this how you give an apology for something that you have no idea what you’re even fucking talking about?” He then proceeded to again accuse me of dumping cigarette ashes and butts between “their” storm and entry doors.

I say “again” because…

He Accused Me of Dumping Cigarette Ashes and Butts between Her Storm and Entry Doors

So you see, this nightmare neighbor accused me of a crime I did not commit and, proving he was even dumber than I originally  thought, said he called the cops to report it. But he totally lied. Now I am a criminal justice major who graduated at the top of her entire graduating class (summa, thank you very much!), so I therefore knew that if he had indeed called the cops, that cop was on the other end of the line rolling his eyes. It turns out this was true because when I snarkily called to check up on his report, the cop whom I spoke with had a very good laugh over this ridiculousness with me.

Anyway, this asshole announces this imagined crime by telling my husband that I dumped ashes full of cigarette butts between her storm and entry doors. This is just simple proof that more people than just me hated her, because no, I didn’t freaking do that! He should have figured this out by the fact that I am obviously confrontational, and so therefore, have no use for doing sneaky things like dumping cigarette ashes between someone’s front doors.

This is how I first found out about him by the way, and I don’t need to remind you of the old adage “There is no second chance for a first impression”. Well, in this case, it was certainly true.

I was out that evening, and my husband was sitting peacefully on the porch enjoying a quiet summer night when this new jerk showed up to confront him (and he was drunk of course) about my dumping said ashes, and then proceeded to tell my husband that if I were more of a woman I would have confronted her. Now, if he knew what the fuck he was even talking about he would know that I had confronted her several times in the past which always involved me nicely asking her to be the fuck quiet.

So, my husband, understandably angry, reports this to me, and so I do what I do best and went over to confront her. But he answered the door. I told him, nicely (this was before I left that fun little post-it on her door telling her everybody hated her), that I did not in fact dump those ashes. So this confirmed genius asks me (the person who did not do it) where the ashes and butts came from then. “How the fuck should I know?” I thought to myself. But what I said was, “Well, there is a beach-bucket right there on your porch that’s filled to the brim with cigarette butts and ashes. Perhaps that’s where they came from.” I’m not even kidding—there was a beach-bucket filled to the brim with cigarette butts and ashes on her front porch. He said “No, they did not.” I don’t have to tell you at this point that these two jerks made it easy for just anyone to come along and show their dislike by using their own cigarette butts and ashes against them. But whatever, clearly they knew that the cigarette butts and ashes did not come from that bucket, and that I did it. I’m sure they combined their genius-level IQs and CSI’d the shit out of those cigarette butts and ashes between their doors and found out my tiny little ashtray did the trick and not that medium-sized beach-bucket full that was sitting right there on their front porch.

And Finally

I Did Nice Things For Her Always Without So Much As A “Thank You”.

Okay, despite leaving that really mean post-it on her door, I was nothing but genial towards her (no, I don’t know why. I’m just awesome, I assume). During all those parties I went out back and kindly asked her to turn it down, and this is how I was finally pushed into writing that note, because people can only take so much before they crack.

I also helped rescue that little jerk of a dog when it escaped for the umpteenth time through the smidgen of a crack she left between that intrusive gate and fence, and as she came outside to lazily attempt to catch him herself, she did so at the exact moment I put that dog, lovingly, ever so lovingly, back into her poop-infested rock yard and fucking closed the gate. She just stood there, silent, watching. I gave her a smirk. Seriously? No thank you for that? After all the hell she had put me through? I still helped her dumb little dog from becoming road-pie and she couldn’t even thank me. What a jerk.

If you live next to someone, or someone’s like this, who has at least 2-3 of this attributes, you may be living next to a big, fat, jerk.

The End

Nicole Maddalo Dixon is the author of Bandita Bonita: Romancing Billy the Kid, Book I, and was born and raised in Philadelphia, and now lives in Bucks County,  PA with her husband, Wallace.

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“Pearls of Wisdom”

I decided that since I’m so freaking smart and junk, that I would share my wisdom with all the lovely people of the internet.

It’s the least I could do for the loads of free porn and hours of enjoyment I get from reading all those posts from anonymous tough guys hiding behind keyboards ripping others to shreds for no other reason than to cause more havoc than a red sock that found its way into a load of whites.

So sit back and enjoy, and there’s no need to thank me because I’m all about educating the wisdomless.

Here we go…

1. Not all cops are bad, remember it's not the uniform it's the person wearing it that decides its fate.

So before you go judging a profession based on the actions of a few, take a step back, refocus and deal with the guilty individual(s) accordingly and not take it out on the profession as a whole.

2. Due to events that have transpired over the past year, we have learned that black lives matter, which should have totally been a given but in this world you never really know.

Now with that said, I personally think we should replace the word “black” with “all” and just go with “all lives matter, because that’s the way it should be.

Black or white, gay or straight, it doesn't matter, we should all follow the philosophy live and let live and stop hating on people for no other reason than the fact that they are different than ourselves.

3.  To those bible beating homophobic males out there in the world who believe that all gays are going to hell, for no real reason other than loving someone of the same sex.

You do know that includes your precious lesbians too, and I don't just mean just the butch ones either, those hot lipstick lesbians that you enjoy so much are also going?

4. Why do we need special times/occasions to find a cure, to show someone just how loved they are and/or to celebrate a significant event in the world we live in?

Shouldn't we spread happiness and love every day, and not just when we're told to?

5. Hating on others because of their sexual preference, the color of their skin, their choice in religion, etc, is just plain old stupid and needs to stop.

I know some of you may say this is a given, which of course it should be, but unfortunately it is not, thanks to all the ignorant people we have breathing our air and freely walking our streets.

There should be a law that makes it legal to punch idiots square in their big stupid heads, just like the stand your ground law, your intelligence is threatened when these fools open their pie holes so it is justified.

6. We need to learn to keep our mouths shut, our personal input is not as important as we believe it is, whether you want to believe it or not.

Sometimes the smartest thing to do is keep your lips zipped, and our opinions to ourselves.

(The End)

Well there you have it party people, you just got served a nice big helping of meaty and yummy delicious brain food, enjoy it and chew with your mouths closed.

MJM

“Manspreading”

First it was the seats on an airplane, fat people had to buy one or two extra all depending on their circumference to accommodate for their girth.

Now however, they’ve gone too far.

They are attacking innocent men who have no other option but to sit with their legs spread on the subway (manspreading), either that or run the risk of racking themselves.

When it comes to buying extra seats because you’re fat I’m all for it, because for the most part fat is something you can control, but having balls is not and one should not be penalized for it.

Of course one does not have to have their legs spread as wide as a trailer park tramp who accepts foodstamps for a good time, but there does need to be a gap just like in Michael Strahan’s teeth.

I’m all for standing so a woman could sit, but trust me another man would completely understand and not think twice about letting the spread happen as needed.

If anything a man sitting next to you might just get up to help a brother out, trust me I know because I’ve done it myself, us carriers of the jewels have to stick together.

And if need be, when I do ride the subway, I would have no problem buying one or two extra tokens, all depending on what kind of testicle day I was having,  just to make my wiener and meatballs feel comfortable.

As for all those people out there who are claiming it’s just an ego thing, which I’m sure are all women, don’t know the half of it.

I don’t partake in the manspread because I think I’m hung like a horse, but rather because I know the pain of having one’s balls squished, and believe me it doesn’t feel good.

Some of you may say if that’s the case then why do butch lesbians do it?

In all fairness though that is not an accurate comparison, because they are trying to be like a man, so they will take on certain mannerisms of ours to accomplish that task, even sitting like us.

If I want to be like a fish I would swim in the ocean, but that doesn’t mean I can breathe under water, understand?

The bottom line is that this “movement” isn’t really about our fellas and how much room we allow for them, but more so the fact that some men won’t vacate their seat for a woman.

I completely understand that, and as I stated before would be more than happy to do so, but in all reality this kind of behavior from the men of today is partially to blame on the women of today.

Relax, before you go all girl power on me, I’m just saying that you send mixed signals when it comes to what a man should and shouldn’t do for you.

You need to make up your minds and let us know, do you want us to act like complete gentleman, or let you be woman and hear you roar?

No matter what the outcome, just please keep the “kids” out of this.

They have nothing to do with all this nonsense and don’t deserve to be placed in front of the firing squad or in a vise-grip (ouch).

Well there you have it, my feelings on the spread and the men behind it.

Take it for what it’s worth but always remember, while yours can close shut like a clam, ours has to have plenty of breathing room like a blossoming flower.

MJM  

“1st and 10 Years: The Cheating Game”

This past Sunday, the call that made Cowboys fans rejoice and Lions fans go all Ray Rice on their television sets.

The infamous pass interference call in the 4^th quarter that could have changed the outcome of the game, but was reversed because of who knows why; we may need to call in the Scooby gang to figure this one out.

We can all argue our points as to whether it was or wasn’t the right call, but if we’re being honest here we will also admit that if it was our favorite team who just happened to be playing Detroit in that game we would have jumped for joy like someone in one of those old Toyota commercials when it was overturned.

Was it shady business?

Well they were playing in Dallas and according to TMZ a Mr. Dean Blandino (league’s vice-president of officiating) was partying like it was 1999 on the Cowboys party bus just days before the game, things that make you go hmmm indeed.

With me being an avid Giants fan, I do believe that the Cowbitches, sorry I’m trying to be professional here; the Cowboys did in fact pull a fast one and end up with an undeserved win.

However, in all fairness to Dallas that’s really only because I hate them with a passion and anything that makes them look bad I’m all for it, so take it for what it’s worth.

Now as far as cheating is concerned.

I have news for you, once there was money to be made in the sporting world there was cheating to be had, and yes even with our beloved football, and yes even in today’s game.   

From the referees (who are just a direction of stripes away from being behind bars) to the teams who do things like inform the obviously medically enhanced franchise player of a “surprise” drug test to take place after the big game to everything in between, cheating is as much a part of football as the ball itself…just ask Bill Belichick.

Some players, referees and even teams (well except for the New York Giants of course) are as crooked as politicians, the NFL is nothing more than Capitol Hill, and to believe otherwise is utterly ridiculous.

When it comes to the players, above the law off the field but only if you’re having a winning season on the field, don’t believe me just ask Ray Lewis, Adam "Pacman" Jones, Michael Vick, Ray Rice, etc.

Bad calls, cheap shots and making it rain on players who are nothing more than a flash in the pan (Snickers anyone) all with the hopes of making it to the top of the mountain and bringing home the gold.

Now of course spending an exuberant amount on money for the so-called next big thing isn’t a crime in itself, but it sure as hell should be, especially after these bastards end up sucking more than Monica Lewinsky.

Obviously this past Sunday’s call/no-call pass interference fiasco wasn’t the first ever football what dafuq in the sports history, and trust me it won’t be the last, so just get over it and move on people…even if it does mean the Cowboys moving on (yuck).

So now that all the cards are laid out on the table, and we’re all on the same page here, enjoy the game and may the best (and sneakiest) cheaters win.

Here’s to Greenbay…at least for this upcoming weekend anyway.

To all those people who think that Tom Brady got a bum deal in the whole DeflateGate scandal...

The man is one of the most seasoned and decorated quarterbacks to play the game today, so to believe he wasn't aware of the deflated balls is just utterly ridiculous, we aren't talking about a rookie here. 

It's not so much that he was aware of it prior, but more so that he didn't bring it to anyone's attention while it was going on, so it's still cheating. 

I personally think he got off easy.

MJM

“Dear Santa Claus”

I am writing you to express my disappointment with you and the way you handle your business.

For thirty-eight years now I have been getting the short end of the candy cane, I’ve been treated like an outcast as if I was a toy from The Island of Misfit Toys.

My whole life I tried to be the best me I could possibly be, all with the hopes of ending up on your “nice” list, and avoiding your “naughty” list as if it was a homeless person begging for change.

Here is one example of what I am talking about.

When I was younger I would ask for Transformers, but to my dismay you never delivered, not even one of those crappy mini cars like Cosmos, that transformed into a frigging UFO.

Instead I would end up with something called Morphers, and they wouldn’t even transform into cool things like jets or cars, but rather lame things like chairs and pencils.

You couldn’t even give me GoBots for gosh darn sakes (pardon my language), which was just Transformers on meth.

I won’t even get into the whole G.I. Joe fiasco…G.I. Bob, what were you thinking.

Now I could go on and on about how you wronged me, but since you’re constantly watching me (perv) I’m sure you already know so I won’t bother.

My point isn’t to cry over your past mistakes, but to correct things moving forward so for once in my life when I wake up Christmas morning and I rush to the tree to see what you brought me I won’t be disappointed.

Is that really too much to ask for?

Considering the shape of the world today I’m pretty sure you’re not all that busy dropping off gifts for all the good girls and boys, honestly you could probably even keep your “nice” list on a Post-it note, so don’t even try it.

We also all know that most of the world just needs water and food, so as the saying goes, ”Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime”.

So with that being said, teach them to catch those flies that are constantly buzzing around their heads as if they were Mr. Miyagi and they’ll eat like kings.

As for water, I say to forgo altogether, because it’s highly overrated.

Give them all the Faygo they can drink, send the whole factory there if possible because no one really drinks that crap here anyways, well no one except for those crazy rapping clowns but who really cares about them.

So there you go, that solves that problem and frees up more of your time to spend on me.

If for some reason you still find yourself pressed for time, wear adult diapers like that psychotic female astronaut did when she was playing beat the clock on her way to open a can of whoop ass on some other chick, it obviously helped her.  

Losing a little bit of weight wouldn’t hurt either, replace that bowl full of jelly with a six pack and you’ll be surprised how much easier things will be on you.

And nose like a cherry, come on who are you trying to kid here, do yourself a favor and stay off the junk.

By the way, while I’m thinking about it.

Stop giving me clothes and other nonsense like that, because obviously if I wanted them I would go buy them myself, understood?

Just because I have gray hair and wince in pain when I bend down does not mean I want old people stuff, just keep the toys and video games coming, and I’ll let you know when to stop.

Well there’s where I stand, and I’m really hoping that this letter has opened your eyes and moving forward you will do the right thing by me.

For whatever reason things don’t change, you can expect another strong worded letter from yours truly, and maybe even a reindeer head in your bed when you wake up the day after Christmas.

P.S. No milk and cookies for you until you get your act together you fat bastard, not hating, just saying.

P.S.S. Keep your elves, or as I like to call them Christmas midgets, away from me or I will pounce on them like a rabid dog. Nothing personal, they just freak me out.

MJM

“Racism”

With all the recent events that have unfolded lately spotlighting the issue of racism in our society I thought it only proper that we speak about it, and hopefully with a lot of hard work and dedication we can squash it all together and see past the color of a person’s skin and accept them for who they are on the inside.

Let’s call it like it is, we are all racist in one way or another, at one time or another we have all been guilty of being racist.

Have you ever told a racist joke and/or laughed at one, have you ever used a derogatory term to describe someone of a particular race and/or have you ever felt uncomfortable around a group of people who weren’t the same race as you, if so you’re racist.

Granted because someone tells a joke at another race’s expense doesn’t mean they are going home and lacing up their Doc Martens and hailing Hitler, but nevertheless it is still racism.

We as a whole need to change the way we think.

Racism is not as “black and white” as we are led to believe, there is a lot of gray area that needs to be rectified too, that’s if we ever truly hope to make headway in the battle.

Some people want to make themselves look good by saying all the right things at all the right times but then when safely home behind locked doors (for the lack of better words) letting their true colors show.

Turn on any cable news talk show and watch every last one on the panel being as politically correct as can be; they avoid ruffling and feathers or stepping on toes.

This does not solve anything, all it does it put a band-aid on the problem with the hopes of it sticking long enough until thing simmer down.

Then we have the people who cry racism every chance they get, whether it’s warranted or not, without knowing all the facts and/or looking at the big picture.

These kinds of individuals just know that people of different races are experiencing difficulties and they carelessly and without regard for their actions want to add more fuel to the fire.

Al Sharpton is a perfect example of this, a true trouble maker in every sense of the word; of course he wants things to boil over because it justifies his position as the self-appointed mouth piece for African American people.

This man doesn't care about the people, but rather the color, where is he when a white person is wronged and/or mistreated because of the color of their skin (believe it or not it happens)?

He is nowhere to be found, so in all fairness he himself is a racist, and part of the problem not the solution.

Finally we have the individuals who feel the need to riot and loot because they weren’t satisfied with a particular outcome, completely uncalled for and it does nothing to help the issue at hand.

All you’re doing is hurting other innocent people in the process who had absolutely nothing to do with the outcome, and does that make things better?

If you want to do something, help out the family who you feel was wronged, show them that they are not alone in their time off need and that there are good people out there who are willing to lend a hand to help them rebuild their lives for the better.

Trust me I am 100% certain that most people who just lost a loved one would rather have a shoulder to lean on for support over people vandalizing and destroying everything in sight all supposedly in the name of the deceased.

This type of behavior tarnishes the memory of those who you claim to be fighting for, leaves the masses angry and even more hate filled than before, so all in all it is not the way to go.

Think peace; follow the example of some of the great leaders of our time such as Martin Luther King, Jr. or Mahatma Gandhi, these men were able to get their points across in a nonviolent, but meaningful and powerful way.

They led with peace and love not by an iron fist and fear, the spoke of truth and equality not with a forked tongue...just something to think about.

Being a white man I can’t say that I have ever felt the magnitude of its power firsthand; for the most part I have always been on the outside looking in, however I can clearly see the devastation it is bringing upon our society and our people as a whole and that does not make me happy.

We must all work together to kill this monster, regardless of race, because otherwise things are only going to get worse.

MJM

“The Ayes ‘I’s Have It”

Here are some secrets that I never told anyone about myself, have fun reading them but please do me a favor and do not tell anyone else, just keep it between us…okay.

I…

…Sometimes cry myself to sleep, but that's only because I toss and turn a lot during the night, and unfortunately end up getting my boys wrapped up in the sheets.

…Think I'm built like a Greek god, well more like a Greek slob, but who's keeping score.

…Sometimes feel like an addict, a pumpkin spice junkie, if I could I would smoke it like it was crack…it sucks when it is no longer pumpkin season because then I’m stuck smoking yams, and they are nowhere near as good.

…Sometimes gangsta rap in the shower, sure I make as much sense as Mushmouth from Fat Albert and sound like Herman Munster on crack, but my imaginary audience loves it and that’s what keeps me pushing forward.

…Am racist when it comes to my porn, well actually more like jealous, because I can't watch anything with an African American male in it without experiencing a “sizeable” insecurity...but I'm okay with Asian men.

…Sometimes sneak into those big warehouse stores on the weekends and gobble up all the free samples I can, makes me feel like a real rebel…a rebel without a clue, but nevertheless still a rebel.

…Sometimes make-believe that I’m a badass, a real law breaker, but then I start thinking of getting banged in the booty by some big hairy inmate in the joint and I quickly get snapped back into reality.

…Sometimes talk to myself, and yes I also answer myself, because what would be the point if I didn't, otherwise I might as well be talking to a brick wall, or my parents…why didn’t you ever listen to me mommy.

…Still find myself laughing at certain words that aren’t necessarily meant to be dirty, but sound as if they are, for example duty, crack and wet…just to name a few.

…Once tried to see what I would look like as a woman while looking in the mirror, I tucked my junk between my legs and pushed my shoulders forward with my arms crossed in front to deliver the full effect, but I had to stop because I found myself getting turned on and grossed out all at the same time.

…Spend more time picking out my porn for my masturbation sessions than I do my clothes for work for the next day, but it doesn’t really make much sense since I know my body better than O.J. Simpson knows how to turn people into human Pez dispensers, so needless to say the party is over shortly after the first guest arrives.

…Find it rather difficult to order items off the menu in fast-food restaurants without laughing, mainly because the names they give their meals/sandwiches are just so stupid sounding it’s pretty hard not to.

…Sometimes fart in the tub and pretend it’s a Jacuzzi, just so I could see how the other half lives.

…Sometimes pretend to be a racecar driver when I’m in the car, like I’m in one of those Fast and Furious movies, but then I see a cop and the script quickly flips to Driving Miss Daisy.    

Well there you go, now you know more about me then you ever wanted to know, and I don’t know if it’s possible to think any less of me than you already do, but if so have at it and enjoy.

MJM