Jul 25, 2014

May the Foreskin Be with You


      A couple of days ago, I was aimlessly going over my mom's book shelves and stopped when I came across The Penis Book. Seriously, that's the title. The Penis Book. On the cover, it has a big, long, thick, hard, yellow (didn't expect that one, didn't you?) banana and on the back there's this naked dude holding a copy of The Penis Book right in front of his . . . banana. I immediately snatched it off the shelf, I think it was an involuntary reflex, much like blinking. Anyhow, one of the first things I read was: Ever wondered what hospitals do with a baby's foreskin once it's been removed? I have to admit, I wonder quite a bit on a daily basis but I'd never thought about where all the foreskins went, so I was more than happy to sit down with The Penis Book and read away.

Jul 21, 2014

Ten to One


      Today, I've found a cool(ish) set of questions online and I thought I'd answer them. Something no brain no pain since it's Monday a. k. a. the ultimate no brain day. It is Monday, right?

Jul 18, 2014

Pros and Cons: of Living in an Apartment Building


      I haven't done a pros and cons post in a while. As a matter of fact, it's been almost six months since the last one (Pros and Cons of Sleeping Together) so I think it's about time I make another plus/minus list, don't you? Well, maybe you don't, maybe you simply couldn't care less, but I do and I could so I'm making it. I've actually already made it and here it is: the pros and cons of living in an apartment building. And I'm not talking about Frasier's apartment building with its own doorman and a private parking garage and a elevator and a guest bedroom with its own adjacent bathroom and a terrace with a beautiful view of a beautiful city's beautiful skyline and all the rest of the bells and whistles, no. I'm talking about a measly little apartment building with measly little apartments with measly little rooms with measly little windows. Oh, and let's not forget a measly little bathroom, the ONE AND ONLY measly little bathroom hence making it the worst bathroom of all of the bathrooms there are — a SHARED bathroom. Why do I want to make a post on something so measly? Well, I've moved in, lived and moved out of five measly apartments already, none of which I had the privilege (nor the pleasure) of living in by myself. So let's just say I'm qualified, ok? And now, without further ado, here's my list of the positive and the negative aspects of living in a MEASLY apartment building.

Jul 16, 2014

I Wonder . . . #6



      One of my friend's best friend is a unicorn. Yes, a unicorn. His name is Charlie and he's a badass unicorn. He truly can be a lean mean vicious machine sometimes and I think he might have inseminated my brain with his glow in the dark magical unicorn sperm, because I have spurts upon spurts of little tiny unicorns on my mind — literally — and that's probably why unicorns appear in this edition of the I Wonder series so many times. But if unicorns just aren't your cup of rainbow, you can always try reading the previous I Wonder post or any of the rest from the series for a less unicorn-strewn entry. As for this post here, you've been warned so don't get mad — hashtagunicorninvasion. And while we're on the topic, I'm seriously contemplating getting my own unicorn best friend too, you know, so I'll have someone to carry me around and to talk to when I'm metamorphosing from my solid state into the liquid one. If you catch my drift. But you probably don't and see, that's exactly why I need my own special unicorn friend.