So Dave has sent his first message on Plenty of Fish, wish him luck!
So I was thinking about past relationships, and in general how societies nutters tend to gravitate towards me. As my mum says I “just have one of those faces”, when I remembered a few arguments I had while In the doomed relationships.
My ex girlfriend Rebecca could not, and will never be able to cook. She was capable of the process of cooking (sort of) but cannot cook in the same way that an octopus cannot ride a bike; it has enough arms to reach the pedals and handlebars but the result will rarely be a successful journey from A to B. She was also a vegetarian. You have to be careful what you say these days, apparently you’re not allowed to call a certain group of people queers anymore. You have to call them . I don’t have anything against , but the way I see it, our food shits and pisses on there’s.
I once looked over Rebeccas shoulder to discover her crumbling Alka-Seltzer tablets, or the cheaper supermarket alternative, into a meal she was preparing because “they are salty and we ran out of salt.”
“The nachos were a bit runny so I added a few cups of water. It’s nacho soup,”
“Is there even such a thing?” I asked. “And what are these bits in it?”
“They’re the crisps,” Rebecca replied defensively as she sipped a spoon of Nachos and made a long “mmmmmm” noise. “I put it all in the blender so there shouldn’t be any big bits.”
“I’m ringing for pizza,” I said.
“That’s not true” I responded, “I appreciate everything you do but if I ordered a hamburger at McDonald’s and they handed it to me in a cup with a straw saying ‘Sorry, it was a bit runny so we threw it in the blender and added two cups of water, it’s Big Mac soup’, I would assume the restaurant was entirely staffed through some kind of special needs employment initiative. If they asked me, “Do you want fries with that?” I sure as fuck wouldn’t reply, ‘Yes, mix them in.'”
“It would probably be quite good,” “but you would never know because you are too much of an asshole to taste it. Even if the guy at McDonalds spent an hour in the kitchen making it for you and burnt his thumb on a saucepan.”
While I was on the phone to my mother, as it was Mother’s Day, my mum jokingly, knowing full well what I am like asked if Rebecca found me annoying or amusing. Of course I said she found me a total hoot, Rebecca yelled from the kitchen clearly audible to my mum and no doubt half the street, “Don’t fucking lie.” My mum asked me “Was that Rebecca?” to which I replied, “No, it was the television” and Rebecca yelled out again “No it wasn’t.” On one occasion, I decided we should call in sick, so that we could spend the whole day in bed together, On Monday morning, as I was about to call my boss, using my best sick voice to explain how I could possible of attracted Ebola, Rebecca was watching a program called Breaking Bad in bed while I was making the call in the next room. Not realising I was on the phone to my hard asse boss, she yelled “We should build a Meth-lab in the garage.”
I came over to visit Rebecca after work one Tuesday, to discover a framed photo of our dog on our living room wall. I like our dog but when I am home, so is the dog. I don’t need to see photos of it. Especially if the photo shows the dog sitting on the couch that is immediately below the framed photo and the dog is actually sitting on that couch at the time.
Sitting down next to the dog, I grabbed a magazine from the table and flicked through until I came to an interview with tom cruise. The facing page featured a photo of Tom in a suit, sitting on a chair with one leg crossed over the other, holding a glass of red wine. Ripping out the page, I replaced the photo of the dog in the frame with it.
When I met
in a bar in Los Angeles, I asked him what annoyed him most about being famous.
“That’s easy,” he replied, “It’s all the libellous things that people write about me.”
And then he got down on his knees and sucked my cock.
Arriving home a short time later, it took Rebecca less than fifteen seconds to storm into the kitchen brandishing the frame and demanding, “What the fuck is this?”
“It’s Golden Globe award winning actor Tom cruise” I replied.
“Yes, I know who Tom cruise is, Where’s the dog?”
“It’s sitting on the couch,” I replied, “It’s always sitting on the couch. And having a photo above the couch of it doing so is weird. We may as well put a photo on the wall of all three of us sitting on the couch and then sit on the couch and look at it. Or put up a mirror.”
As she stormed back out in search of the missing photo, Rebecca said over her shoulder, “It’s not as weird as having a photo of Tom cruise on the wall.”
“I like Tom cruise,” I replied.
“Well I like the fucking dog,” Rebecca yelled back, “If you love Mr cruise so much why don’t you marry him instead. Then you can put up hundreds of photos of him.”
Which is a ridiculous statement because if I was married to Tom cruise and saw him everyday, I obviously wouldn’t need photos of him on the wall to look at. Also, if I was married to Tom cruise and we had a bare wall, we could probably afford a professional interior designer who knew what they were doing.
“She only blinks with one eye” “Erm I think she’s winking bedders”
” Lou Bega sang ‘mango number 5″
“the Sopranos is about some Mexicans”
“What’s the plural of Doritos?”
Me: “it’s @brianblessed” Her : “is that the fish finger man?” Me “no Bedders that’s captain Birdseye”
“Why did they never make Titanic 2?”
Types of Cockblockers Explained (So you know how to identify and Avoid)
1. The Gay Friend
In the Football, there’s a reason why you never trade a player to a team you’re going to face later on in the season: he knows everything you’re going to try, and he’s going to tell the other team, and suddenly you’re losing 3-0 in the 80th minute, and you’re standing on the sidelines thinking, “how the f*ck did this happen?” The Gay Friend knows your moves, because at the end of the day you both want the same thing: to find someone drunk enough to let you stick something in their butt. To make matters worse, unlike the seven girlfriends surrounding your prospective lady, The Gay Friend isn’t catty and backstabbing, because he’s not trying to go for the same wiener that she is. Consequently, he has no problem looking out for her at all costs. This means that you’ll have to come prepared with a few trick plays, or have the most dedicated wingman in the entire world.
2. The Straight Male Friend
Every girl has a male friend who she’s not romantically involved with, but who desperately wants to f*ck her. He’s probably been friends with her for years, and may have even made out with her once or twice, when she was really drunk and without any other viable options. He’s fiercely protective of her, because he honestly believes that someday she’ll give up on finding someone that she actually finds attractive and settle for him. To you, he’s like the river of lava that blocked the road to town in Dante’s Peak, and you’ll have to handle him the same way that Pierce Brosnan handled that road: just put it into four-wheel drive, get a running start, and force your way through it.
3.The Man Hating Friend
There are two different sub-categories of Man-haters: the Man-haters who always hate men (a.k.a., “The Rosie O’Donnell”), and the Man-haters who hate men because they recently got dumped. Either way, a Man-hater will do everything in their power to stop you from banging their friend. Man-haters are typically fat and ugly, and they live by one simple rule: “if nobody wants to f*ck me, then no one is f*cking you, either.” They usually speak for their more attractive friends by using the pronoun “we” frequently. “We want to be left alone”, “we didn’t ask you to sit down”, and “we’d like three orders of nachos” are all common Man-hater phrases, and all can be roughly translated to: “I’m fat and miserable, and I will have terrible gas later, but at least I won’t be the only one who doesn’t get f*cked tonight.”
4. The Girls Night out Group
Like a sexy lesbian pillow fight, it was decided long before this night started that men were not even going to be involved in the equation. The “Girls’ Night Out” group is sure to have at least two members who’s sole purpose is to block cocks like they’re the Stealer’s offensive line. This night has been advertised and discussed within the group all week, and the last thing any girl wants is to be the one that strays from her “Girls’ Night Out” friends to talk to you. If you do manage to somehow make it past the initial layer of Cockblockers and pull one away, there’s no chance in hell you’re taking her home. The girls in a “Girls’ Night Out” group think like Soldierss: they’re all going in together, and if anybody tries to f*ck one of them, the rest of them are going to beat the shit out of him.
5.Your Drunk Friend
Sometimes your best friends can become your worst enemies. If your friend is drunk to the point that he’s acting Stupid, annoying, or otherwise idiotic in any way, you’ll be considered guilty by association. You’ll need to wriggle out of that situation in order to stand a chance. Your best bet is to make light of the situation, and then follow that with a very dark, dismal explanation of why your friend needs to get super drunk. For example, after your drunk friend gropes your target girl, mumbles something absolutely disgusting to her, and then stumbles away, just laugh and say, “Oh, man.Brian is really going to town tonight. He deserves it, though. If my parents had just told me that they weren’t my real parents, and that they found me stuck in the bottom of a basket when I was two, I’d probably want to get pretty smashed, too. The fact is, I’m the only family he has left now.”
6. Your Drunk Self
Alcohol is to you like Ben Affleck is to any movie: in small amounts, it can be enjoyable, but as soon as it takes over, everything turns to shit real fast. People around you start saying things like “This has become embarassing. We should just go.” When you’re that drunk, or what I like to call “Reindeer Games wasted”, you cease to be cool and begin to sabotage the shit out of yourself. Normally, this occurs because you end up taking a harmless joke or topic way too far. The girl you’re sloppily talking up might say something like, “Yeah, my girlfriends and I come here a lot,” to which you’ll respond: “Ha! I usually come in my fuggin’ bafroom, you know watta I mean? Haha! Talkin’ ’bout jerkin to the off. Get it?”
7. A Baby
The sound of a baby crying will instantly make a Fanny dryer than a 1980’s BBC sitcom. If you’ve made it all the way back to your prospective lady’s apartment to find that she’s got a little one sleeping at home, your best bet is to take the Benny Hill approach: put on some soft music and speed things up as quickly as possible, because once that baby wakes up and starts crying, you’re defenseless. It’s like Lebron James: it can’t be stopped, and there’s no way