The Return of the Man Boobs
[ 6 Comments ] Posted on 09.29.05 in music, pictures
My mom just found a T-shirt from Jimmy Buffett’s 1981 Coconut Telegraph Tour. It was one of the first concerts that my folks enjoyed together. Unfortunately, my love for Jimmy and my mom’s slender build at the age of 20 do not mix.
Now, I present for your viewing pleasure the cliche Internet photograph of an unkempt blogger wearing a shirt too small for his frame and looking to his right:
Can’t live with ‘em
[ 1 Comment ] Posted on 09.23.05 in girls, observations, yearbook
Because I’m on the yearbook staff at school, I had the pleasure yesterday of observing teenage girls in their natural habitat at a time during which they are particularly vulnerable: school picture distribution day.
It’s funny how every girl responds in exactly the same oh-my-god-my-pictures-are-so-horrible-but-I-think-yours-are-so-pretty-oh-no-mine-suck manner. I’ll be sure to add this one to the list of peculiar girlisms that is already longer than _War and Peace_.
So, do you wipe twice?
[ 3 Comments ] Posted on 09.20.05 in random
Because after 12 years of public schooling I’ve run the gamut of things to talk about, I was discussing with my carpool the merits of bidets this morning as we drove to school.
Now, because I’ve grown up in Clearwater as a member of this family and I’ve lived a relatively simple life thus far, I’ve never used one. I’ve never even seen one. I’ve heard about them and seen them on the Internet, but I’ve never actually seen one. So, they might not actually exist.
But my friend Angus says that they are real and that he’s used one. I have trouble believing that anyone from Beckley, West Virginia named Angus has actually used one; but I have no reason not to believe that he experimented with the one in his New York hotel room, so I’m reasonably convinced.
So, now that I know these things actually exist, I’m kind of curious as to how you would go about using one. I asked Angus, but his recollection of the bidet adventure was just fuzzy enough to facilitate his delivery of an overly ambiguous explanation that made about as much sense as a sneaker in a toaster. So, I asked everyone I saw before school today.
Apparently, such topics of conversation are not popular among my friends, especially those of the female persuasion.
So, I was left in the dark all day. And I’m still out of the know. All because my friends are uptight squares who don’t like to talk about their pooping habits. Lame.