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Friday, June 28, 2013

Bradley Cooper, Body Spray and Bathroom Self-Esteem


The Perfect 10

     I'd like to take the time to inform both of my female readers about just how the male brain works.  If you take the time to ask my wife, she'll point out that this is a very hypothetical subject founded in myth and slathered in B.S.  A male brain doesn't work, she'd point out, and then proceed to cite me as an example.  The rookie error here is to attempt to prove her wrong.  Anyone who has been married for over three days knows that arguing with your wife is as ridiculous and devoid of logic as attending a [insert flavor of the month boy band here] concert.  Since I have a 4 year old daughter, this is pretty much inevitable, so I may as well try to argue my point.

     Ok, just kidding!  Women were right all along.  I confess our brains don't really function - at least socially.  That's why we are able to discover the Theory of Relativity, invent television, invent the Internet and  the computer, so if it wasn't for GUYS, there would be no Pinterest (BOOM, LOGIC HAMMER-END OF ARGUMENT).  On the other hand, we're about as predictable as every single superhero movie ever made.  Take Axe Body Spray for example: 
  1. It really doesn't stop you from smelling bad.  
  2. It doesn't last for more than 2 minutes.  
  3. It costs $13 billion per can.  
  4. It somehow has an opposite effect on most women causing them to roll their eyes and gag.
     On the other hand, if you show any product to a guy in an advertisement that pretty much guarantees super-frisky, blond, lusty and busty young twenty-somethings will throw themselves at you, it's a slam-dunk marketing win.

     The reason why I find Axe Body Spray so interesting is that its message is actually quite redundant.  On behalf of guys everywhere - EVERY SINGLE TIME WE LOOK AT OURSELVES IN THE MIRROR the Axe commercials are happening in our heads.  Take that to the bank.

     The only times where this has rule has been proven invalid are in the cases of men who have been married for 4+ decades.  Otherwise the following is true:
  1. Any guy who is 23490 pounds overweight still sucks in his gut in a mirror, turns sideways and flexes a little and knows he looks awesome.
  2. Any guy with overtly awkward facial features can still find a pose that makes him look like Bradley Cooper.
  3. Any guy who is bald owns a hat that makes him feel like Indiana Jones.
  4. All guys who are bald AND fat may take a little longer to pose sexily for themselves, but it still happens 100% of the time.
     Why then can women resist our powerful manliness and supercharged awesomeness?  I don't really know, but the answer may lie in a few of my latest revelations.


Re-Treading and Other Awesome Guy Things

     If you are a chick who is recently engaged, is dating her first serious boyfriend or is otherwise entirely oblivious to life, I encourage you to skip the second part of this post and click lustily and rhythmically on all of the Google Ads to the left and right.  Doing so will generate the real-life cash necessary for me to clinically research beer and strippers.  Last week, your efforts raised an unheard of $0.02, therefore I re-arranged the layout to incorporate more ads.  Thank me when you're done clicking on them and GET TO WORK.  For the rest of woman-kind, feel free to skip the second part anyhow and roll your eyes as you click on all of my Google Ads - then make sure to link my blog to Pinterest so your female buddies can gush over my sexiness.

     Women, in fact, find it pretty easy to resist our manliness.  This is because despite our awesome physiques and supersexy receding hairlines we typically do 3-5 things per day that they consider to be a "turn-off".  Ironically, when we do these things in front of other guys it forms a bond between us and forces us to high-five each other.  I'll cite a few examples that require little explanation:
  1. Farting
  2. Looking at other chicks and knowing that they want us - this includes all women in the entire Internet
  3. Eating pizza that is old enough to vote
  4. Drinking beer and doing #1 and/or #'s 2 and 3 concurrently.
     Then there's the little known things that guys do daily that may require some more explanation
  1. Re-Treading: (verb or noun depending on context) - this is the art of wearing underwear past it's shelf life by turning it inside-out thereby shifting all stains 1 millimeter further away and making us feel clean without having to do any laundry.
  2. Cupping - this is the art of holding oneself for extended periods of time while sitting on the sofa, THEN secretly smelling your hand when you're done.
  3. (I probably should stop here.  That's enough for you women to ponder this week.)
     I'll simply sum up by saying that EVERY single thing that happens to a man in the bathroom is fascinating to us on a personal level.  In fact as I recall from high school - Newton's First Law clearly states "A male object in the bathroom is continuously fascinated by what he is doing until acted upon by another male object"  [pause]

     This is precisely why we try not to talk to each other or even stand near each other in public restrooms.  Doing so threatens to interrupt the Axe Body Spray commercials going on in our heads.  It also pretty much exposes the other person as an alien.  We also tend not to talk because we're too busy laughing at the awful noises that come from the stalls.  Quite frankly I'd rather live inside my own empty head than spend my entire life as my wife does waiting in line for a bathroom break that involves senseless chatter and unnecessary self-doubt when looking in a mirror.

     Besides - When does she ever have the time to appreciate anything she's created in the stall?

-Dave Lumpkin
    

Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Methane Channel Conspiracies and the End of the World

THE SKY IS FALLING

I was watching the History Channel yesterday..  Before I could even be immersed in the mind bending wonder of conspiracy theories and Egyptology, I noticed that I was actually watching History Channel 2 (or H2 as it comes up on my channel listing).  My first thought was that this perhaps was the Hydrogen Channel - the male answer to the heavily female oriented Oxygen channel.  That wasn't the end of my nerd-moment, however.  I then figured, why would a male network be named H2, instead of the more appropriate chemical symbol of CH4 (that's methane for you dummies, and for the real slow ones, that's the main ingredient of what everything farts)?  But none of this is really my point.

The History Channel, from time to time, likes to put out a few shows about the end of the world.  They can be divided scientifically into two categories: half hour specials on the Mayan calendar or half hour specials on Nostradamus.  Both categories are weakly argued and leave a lot to ignorant interpretation.  I was given the Nostradamus treatment yesterday, and I admit I was stricken for exactly three point oh-seven seconds that perhaps there was something to this nonsense after all!

What started me on the subject was the report of the prediction by Saint Malachy of the number and nature of Catholic Popes.  I encourage you to click the link so you can get worked up, too.  This particularly disturbed me since we are currently hanging out with the last pope to be predicted by Saint Malachy.  What REALLY REALLY bothered me but wasn't a point made by the program was that this completely corresponds with the end of the Mayan calendar.  Unless something ridiculous happens to Pope Benedict XVI, he ought to be the head of the Catholic Church on December 21, 2012.

So there I was in my black boxer briefs with a toothbrush hanging out my my mouth and toothpaste dribble in my chin hair.  For that brief moment I was a firm believer in the Second Amendment, duct tape and bottled water.  I also may have dug absent-mindedly inside my ear with my pointer finger.


My Own Bold Predictions

Let me give a quick nod to the Bible here (skip this paragraph if you are going to Hell).  It will accomplish two things; it will piss half of you off and please the other half of you.  According to Matthew 24:36 not even Baby Jesus in a manger knows when the world is supposed to end.  Of course, I should mention Matthew 7:15 which warns people to beware false prophets.  There, we got that out of the way.  I'm going to tread extremely lightly here for fear of being zapped by lightning and being turned into a a celestial charcoal briquette.  Now that you all know what I've mentioned from the Bible I'm confident you all (mostly and hopefully the good Lord) understand that the next part is in jest.

I can't exactly ignore the fact that people who make good solid predictions gain a lot of notoriety and likely make a lot of money.  Miss Cleo, for example suckered exactly 23403291235 people out of precisely $1239581326 trillion at the rate of 99 cents a minute to give them their bogus fortune.  That sort of money is a little hard to ignore, so I'm going to have to tap into it as well. 

Therefore I have individually written the fortune of EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU and included it inside my Google AdSense advertisements to the left and right of this blog.  All you have to do is click on each ad sixteen times and write down the first letter of each first word that you see.  Then unscramble it.  This also has the fantastic by-product of making me about 20 cents richer per click.  I took the liberty of going first.  My fortune says "METHANE FARTING DINOSAURS WILL CAMP OUT IN YOUR CHICKENS"

That's something I'm going to have to come to grips with in the next fifteen months before the Age of Aquarius.  In the meantime, I recommend that you spend a lot of money stockpiling duct tape and Beano and tune into the History Channel for the next update.  Take a moment to review all the RFK and JFK assassination controversies as well.  Once you've bought into the fact that the alien-controlled Illuminati are killing off everyone and are in charge of our free market capitalism, you should be in the right mindset to understand WHY you need to click on all my advertising.

Until then, be sure to check your underwear and start going to church.
-Dave Lumpkin