An Inappropriate Poem

The inappropriate poem I wrote for my Secret Santa (co-worker Corina) and read aloud to everyone at the office holiday party……

DEAR SECRET SANTA:

I heard that you are Beyonce’s biggest fan,

And that you would pick her over any straight man.

A choice that I can admire and definitely agree with

Because good looking guys in D.C.?

That is one big giant myth.

I’m sure you can tell who this poem is coming from,

But I promise you it is not the tall, perpetually single one.

We have lots in common besides horrible dating,

But it is pretty bad, so I am commiserating.

We both have personalities that are always upbeat,

And share a special bond with our larger than average sized feet.

Regardless of your large feet, you are effortlessly beautiful.

You always look dashing. It’s indisputable.

After a long days work or just hanging with your dog,

I’m sure there are times when you just want to hit the grog.

I’m hoping with this gift it will make those special moments easy to open,

It wouldn’t have been pink, if the color I could have chosen.

They call it the rabbit but it’s not what you think,

It’s the best way to open your favorite beverage to drink.

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My Rabbit Dildo/Wine Opener Secret Santa Gift

Not sure why I do this to myself but I tend to make things as uncomfortable as possible. Some would say I’m bringing uncomfortable back…..actually, no one said that – ever.

A Note to Our Upstairs Neighbors:

You can get fucked. In a world full of shitty neighbors the three guys that live above us are by far the worst sacks of goose turds that anyone could ever gather. I would prefer a screaming baby or Sean Connery’s amplified voice playing on a rotating continuum saying things like “I’d like some strawberry flavored schnapps” or “I play the glockenspiel.” Anything would be better than listening to these ass muffins march around in what can only be high heeled cowboy boots or performance tap shoes. I cannot imagine how shitty they must be in real life if they’re this shitty just having to listen to them through wooded panels, pink insulation fluffies, beam workings, and… I don’t know what I’m talking about….what the hell are floors made of anyways? Well, through all of that.

I imagine one of them to be a 7 foot tall gormless ogre that lives under the draw bridge that he had specially made to fit in his room. The other two guys think this was a huge waste of time considering drawbridges are way out and that he should be more focused on how to appropriately angle his fedora (this is how tool-ey I suspect them to be).

Not interested in fedoras, ogre man tolls people as they enter his room as only an ogre does, pouncing upon them and demanding the change that nobody cares about. Along with bridge tolling (a dying craft really), he excels in clumsily march/stomping around and terrorizing villagers. It’s the combination of this giant monstrosity of a man, him most likely wearing Frankenstein platforms, and the raising and lowering of his fucking useless drawbridge that creates this inscrutable racket.

Definitely the guy upstairs.

YUP. Definitely the guy.

When we finally had enough  of the douche-clouds carrying on as they please we asked our landlord for the key to the upstairs entrance (I have no clue why they gave this to us ??..we could murder..?) so we could knock on their front door and speak to them like adults rather than filing an loud and stumpy feet complaint (as adults do).

One evening when I was at my wits end listening to the endless stomping, slams, object droppings, whistles, break dancing, man-on-man tussling, and games of bowling ball shot put I decided to go up there and have us a talking with. I knocked on the door to no answer which was perplexing in itself because clearly he/it/they was clearly home. My roommate had since walked up to front of the town home to see me through the glass door aimlessly trying to enter an apartment that wasn’t ours. She came in, asked me what the fuck I was doing and then started to help with the forced entry.

Since the door was no longer an option we began tapping on their window to hopefully spawn some kind of urgency. To our surprise, the lights went off and a face popped in between the window curtains. FINALLY! The ogre. We looked at him completely dumbfounded like, why the fuck aren’t you answering the door? It’s two girls out here and we don’t have any flaming pitchforks so there really isn’t anything to worry about. After luring the ogre out from behind his protective curtain he eventually opened the door. I questioned him as to why he didn’t just open it from the beginning but he avoided giving us an answer other than just looking like a complete asshole hiding from two girls that were completely unarmed. Furthermore, he looked completely apathetic and was giving us kind of a “look at these annoying bitches” vibe before we even started speaking…dick. What he didn’t know was that morning I happened to wake up with a case of the “don’t-fuck-a-arounds.” Which meant today, I really didn’t want to fuck around.

Me, talking from out of my face: “Hello there. We live below you…and…..(my eyes wander towards the floor).. I can see that you’re wearing your boots,” I noted immediately.

Ogre nods, “Well…yes.”

“It would be of great appreciation if you could be a little bit more conscious of when you are pacing to-and-fro wearing your medieval knee boots as it is an incredibly loud noise for us that live beneath you my squire,” I said with a slight curtsy-bow thing. (I’m not sure why I spoke to him in renaissance peasantry. I guess when I’m in uncomfortable situations I use different era accents as a defensive mechanism)

What I wanted to say was: “Can you shut your colossal fucking feet up? How many ogre belongings can you forget in your fucking cavernous room that would call for you to lap it 20 times in an hour wearing man’s heaviest boots?”

He apologized and said he normally paces when he is on the phone, tends to never take his boots off and they have no carpeting. WELL. That would effing’ explain it. He shewed us off to return to his boiling ogre cauldron (or phone call) and briefly said that they would try and not wear boots in the house while pacing. Thank you?

In addition to the ogre, apparently Tootles from Hook also lives upstairs. He, as we’ve always known him, still has the clumsy annoyance of continuously dropping and losing his marbles. Every couple of hours a bang hits the floor quickly followed by what sounds like 50 rolling pieces dispersing from the original source and knees marching into the floor after them in obsessive retrieval. If it is Tootles upstairs, I would like to speak to him about couple things: a) Neverland b) his relationship with Rufio and if I can get an introduction c) bag options for his marbles. There are plenty of other carrying mechanisms (maybe just a normal bag with a zipper?) that would effectively hold the marbles rather than using a crushed velvet cloth rag with a draw string which clearly isn’t working. Basically, we have a lot to go over.

Dammit Tootles.

Dammit. Tootles.

Last but not least, I’m convinced that the rogue fourth member of Creed also lives above us. He has by far the worst taste in music I’ve ever heard and will relentlessly practice songs about picture frames or whatever the fuck Creed actually sings about, maybe arms that are wide open? Whatever the case, he has the musicality of a swamp rat. Which says nothing and everything at the same time. He sucks.

There used to be four members...the fourth guy now lives upstairs.

Everything about this. NOPE.

On top of it all, the ogre, Tootles and the lost member of Creed are trying to collectively start a band. Which is horrible news for me and everyone on earth. So, during their weekly band practices or impromptu jam sessions we hear the horrendous beginnings of people trying to learn instruments. I’m all for creativity and jamming but their music sounds like farts.

I don’t mean to be harsh. I can also take criticism. I was told by my guitar teacher who had been teaching for 15 years when I came in strumming all of the cords he taught me at once that he had never seen someone do something so utterly and entirely wrong and that it would be in my best interest to just give up. Which I believe is the only thing a teacher should not share with their student.

All that being said, it will inevitability be a long time until I have a noiseless slumber or no longer fester a fiery rage for the upstairs fuckle tarts. Mainly because as I type this I can hear that the effing’ guy is wearing his boots again, the bag of marbles just dropped, and a song is gearing up that starts with….”Well I just heard….the news today….”

For fucks sake.

19 Biggest Bugaboos

“Bugaboos” in the sense of things that bother me not the urban dictionary definition of “a gurl or guy who don’t leave you alone. Callin’ you up every two minutes on your celly and just dont trust you doin nothin – you say you out wit your boiz and she thinks your out creepin’ with some other trick……” Just things I find exceptionally annoying.

Salt shakers that contain rice

I understand that this is a thing with a purpose…but still…no.

Assholes.

People that are assholes and actual assholes.

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Those shoes that have individual toes

If we were meant to be marine animals…we would be marine animals….don’t force it by wearing webbed running shoes. Oh, they’re also butts-ugly.

When people say “PLURNT.”

…………………………..

Double bagging.

In the grocery sense – NOT putting two condoms on a penis before sexual activity. All of my groceries since the late 90’s have needed double bagging (I guess before then I was buying lighter items). Any chance we could just make thicker bags?

And yes, I do have those cloth bags but I think I’ve actually only remembered to bring them twice. Once, when I needed a cloth bag to carry all of my other cloth bags and decided that it would be a good time to go grocery shopping and one other time when I bought a pack of gum – deeming it completely pointless. 

Canned goods

The fresh food’s asshole cousin. They just sit and take up room in the pantry – I forever buy cans of tuna fish and black beans that I will never eat.  The only time I use canned goods is when there is a canned food drive. So, basically I’m just buying things and storing them until I need to give them away for the greater good. That reminds me – I’m also a saint.

Egg yolk stuck to plates

Why so effin’ difficult to remove? You were liquidy two seconds ago…

Dust bunnies

They gather like idle corner muffins and go unnoticed until you have this large assembly of dust, hair, and skin cells stuck to your foot….this is not a bunny, this is gross. 

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Taxi cab drivers that honk for no reason.

Shut your steering wheels’ trap. I will let you know if I need your services – not vice versa. 

Jabronis.

Both large and small.

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A jabroni with his dumb joke.

Wall clocks

Stop telling me the time from way up there – and you should totes just go digital.

Ice cube trays that are not quite frozen

No matter what – I will peel the thinnest layer of frozen water (ice) off the top of the non frozen water cubes to make my drink feel like it contains some kind of cold something – it does not. 

Shallow pant pockets

Everything I put in you just falls out. Worst. Pockets. Ever. 

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Nothing will fit…not even this wad.

Juniper Breeze scent

For some reason this scent just bugaboos the shit out of me. What is Juniper Breeze? I bet Bath & Body Works doesn’t even know. On that note – I wrote their customer service department and they responded with:

Juniper Breeze is a walk through a pine forest after a summer rain. Lots of pine, ozone, green notes with hints of berry and fruits. A very clean, fresh scent.

Just as I thought…..This. Explains. Nothing. 

When there are no seats on the bus

I will never get used to riding the bus without flailing all over everyone and either straddling or butt humping strangers. You call it assault, I call it just trying to stand.

When people say that they went on a “staycation”

You either stayed or went on a vacation – this is not a thing and sh-sh-shut cho mouth. 

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NERDS!

Unpredictability

Just tell me what you’re going to do or I’m going to have a heart attack. 

The sound cotton balls make when you tear them apart

It’s like the screams of a thousand hill ants.

Tadpoles

Why cant they just be frogs?

Male Body Hair and “the Squirrel”

A friend of mine brought this to my attention. I’m a huge advocate of guys and beards – they look rustic and manly. With that being said, in recent pasts there has been an upheaval of men growing chin curtains, chinstraps, muttonchops, fu manchus, goat patches, goatees, handlebar mustaches, horseshoe mustaches, soul patches (one of the worst ones – maybe as bad as Nickleback is a band),  pencil mustaches and the dreaded neck beards. This was not the idea in mind when women think about the rustic-ness, the manly, and the wood chopping out back before supper. This is a whole new generation of distasteful things that you can grow out of your face – who knew!? Fascinating. It’s like science.

Let’s address the neck beard – “A beard which does not include any hair on the face, but includes the hair of the neck, or under the jaw, or both.” This is both alarming and throw-up-able. I don’t know how these happen – does the neck just grow the beard itself? Is it manicured immediately should any beard try to grow in normal places?  It’s like a half ass lion mane – without the lion or the mane part. Or a hair scarf. It’s ugly. See below for ugliness – although, the one below has a great shot of that bamboo ladder and you can kind of get lost in his eyes…until you see the neck beard.

Neck Beard Bamboo Ladder

Neck Beard Bamboo Ladder

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Neck Beard+Red Head = Bad Life Choices

Pencil Mustache – the most skeevey and pedophilely of all men’s facial hair – “A Pencil Mustache is one which is very thin, usually just above the line of the upper lip. It is supposed to look narrow enough to have been drawn on with a pencil (or eyeliner). Often a man wearing a Pencil Mustache will shave the area above it to accentuate the remaining hair.” And why would he do this? I feel like the upper lip is just screaming, “Can we fuck off already? Why are you all up in my business when you got the whole face to work with?” “Newsflash: Hair doesn’t need to be right here and no where else.”

NOPE.

NOPE.

These overtly strange beards are not the point. In addition to mass facial hair growing, it seems as though men are just getting progressively hairier in general. Maybe a case of reverse revolution – who knows (science again). Body hair, also referred to as androgenic hair,  is something that needs to be addressed – openly, widely, and possibly with hot wax.

“The Squirrel” is something that has been brought to my attention and is incredibly hard to miss. A lower back gathering of hair that is long enough to braid and thick enough to perm. A nestle of fluffy hair placed right above the buttox as though to protect it. Those who shalt not be named, lets call him Miguel or Mikey for short, is the original squirrel owner. His complete apathy towards how gross it is – can only come from him not having to look at it. The moment it was coined “the squirrel” opinions should have changed. When any portion of the body is referred to as a furry woodland creature – the squirrel, possum, moose head, kola face, ant eater, wilder beast, chinchilla, and the like, I believe it is of the parties involved responsibility to remove accordingly.

If those should not like to remove, suggestions have been made to do the following:

– Jamaican bead the hair to give it a little “umph”

-Trim into some kind of logo or favorite sports team mascot

-Excessively grow hair on other body unpleasantries to detract from initial hair problem spot

-Fake your own death

-Deodorize “squirrel” as it will sweat more than rest of the body and general publics do not want to see glistening sweat in that shit

There is good news for Miguel,  28% of his countrymen share the same “squirrel” fate. Please see below…..

Frequency and Appearance of Terminal Hair in 239 Adult White Males

by Stanley Marion Garn of Harvard University 

Region Percent Region Percent
Beard 100% Abdominal
84%
Chest 79% Lower Arm & Leg 97%
Upper Arm & Leg    85% Rear 37%
Sacral
43% Lower Back or squirrel       28%
Upper Back
25% Fingers and Toes 67%

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After reviewing this – – Stanley Marion Garn must be bored as hell to conduct this study and what is a sacral?

Wait, got it…gross.

 

UPDATE: Since this post Miguel has shaved his squirrel off.

Tall People Problems: From the Personal Vault

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  • Shoppers – I would not like to get you a size small from behind the hanging rack of clothes placed 19 miles up the wall even if it is right thurr. Please call someone who works here…they’ll have one of those poles with a hook at the end to assist. I am not that person.
  • I cannot dunk or Ali-oop.
  • No. I’m not German.
  • Yes, one of my parents is tall – that is how we arrived at this.
  • My knees will never go underwater when taking a bath.
  • Never fitting  in pictures with other people without doing the squat-lunge-hunch down and forward.
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^——–Tall Person not Fitting

  • Sure, I’ll dust the top of the fridge but ONLY because I like dusting.
  • Clothes in general…..do not fit.
  • When getting a pedicure the massage chair must be reclined ALL THE WAY back – slowest.process.ever.
  • ‘Big Tree Fall Hard’ does apply.
  • Ankles are always cold in pajama pants.
  • People just randomly getting  pissed at you at concerts because you block everything. “No, I’m not standing on a box – I cannot get down from it and yes, I’m obstructing the shit out of your view. Tall people like music too. Dickmidge.”

           (….guess that’s a sore subject…just got really angry there for a sec.. )

  • Sleeping on couches…..blows.
  • Constantly feeling like Yao Ming.
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(Yao Ming)

I will end with this statement and chart…or more just this chart….

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BOOM.