Saturday, February 27, 2010

Shallow??? Don't get cocky BITCHES!!!!!!!

You Women think you are so fucking deep. You are so interesting and mysterious. You thrive on the fact that men have no clue about you.
You love to point the finger and say how "shallow" we are... Men will only be with a beautiful woman. We don't care about what lies underneath the skin. We don't care about your hearts and souls.
BULLSHIT!!!!!
Women are just as shallow as men. Just because you may find certain qualities in men attractive, doesn't make you less shallow. Let's talk about attraction people!!!

I am NOT an attractive looking man. I am overweight. I do NOT make a lot of money. I cannot fix shit. I do NOT clean up after myself. I am NOT super sensitive, or understanding to a woman's needs.

I AM married to a beautiful woman. She does cook for me. She does clean for me. She does raise my children. She does do my laundry.

SO......

I'm sure we can all agree that Ann is not shallow. OR IS SHE???????

If you ask Ann to list the most important qualities in a man.... I have them...

ANN'S LIST OF IMPORTANT SHIT

1. Make her laugh..........check.
2. Have 5 pound cock.......check.
3. Don't be short..........check.
4. Have thick eyebrows.....check.

SEE!!!!!! I'm GOOD!!!!!

Ann is extremely shallow. She doesn't have to switch AT ALL from her comfort zone to be married to me. I fit all of her criteria!!! Now what about me....

TRAVIS' LIST OF IMPORTANT SHIT

1. Be blond....check.
2. Have large breasts...check.
3. Don't be an idiot.....check.
4. Don't make me do laundry...check.

SEE! I'm just following a criteria that is appropriate for me!

So who is shallow? We all have wants and needs. We all have hopes and desires. Just because men place more of an emphasis on the physical appearance......THAT MAKES US SHALLOW???????
Ann always comments about how Women are always better looking than Men in most relationships........
HMMMMMMMMMM. Well what about these?????



Ummmm. Yeah....
I'm sure he had been wishing for a women who looks like she got punched in the face by her uncle or some shit. He most certainly felt sorry for her. He could've have been with any great looking, smart, talented woman. Instead he's stuck with a women who looks like she was spawned by Cher and Eric Stoltz from "The Mask".



WOW....What a disgusting, hairy mess. I'm talking about Bella. That guy is way hotter than her, If I was wasted at a bar, I would probably be making out with him by the bathroom over her. They have the same body. At least he can carry on a conversation.....



This one is a no brainer.. He is a fucking pimp....
She's the bitch from "Milk Money".....



I'm not saying he's on the cover of Playgirl.....But she is HORRIFYING!!!!!!!
He's been dead for about 30 years!!! If you dug up his corpse he would be more attractive than this bitch!!!!!
I do love her though....
She broke up THE BEATLES.....
MOST OVERRATED BAND OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See Women!!!!!

Men aren't that shallow!!!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

It's my turn...

Ok, this was not my idea. For some crazy reason, Travis (Travy to me) asked me to make a guest appearance of his blog. He thinks it would be funny if I wrote about my point of view about what happens in my day.

6:00 am: Trav's alarm goes off. He doesn't hear it for the first minute it is vibrating on his nightstand so I elbow him repeatedly. He wakes up and reaches over and turns it off. It's then I notice he has morning wood. When he turns toward me to attempt try and cuddle, I tell him that his breath stinks like chinese food left in our fridge for 3 days.

6:10 am: Ok...so we at least cuddle. I'm not a "let's have sex person" in the morning. I need some toothpaste and listerine. I'm sure some men are cursing me now. Yeah, like the first thing women think about in the morning is sex. This I know is the basic difference between men and women. Women liked to be wined and dined. Let's put some deodorant on and have a shower first, ok???

6:30 am: Travy has finished his shower. He's all clean (for now) and asked where his clean clothes are. Ummmmm...your pants are hanging up, your shirts are in the closet, and your underwear is in the blue (yes, it has to be Dodger blue) bin. Do I need to lay them out for you like it's your first day of school??

6:45 am: TJ is awake. Yes, Travy gets TJ up most days when he doesn't leave work too early. I'm sure the antifungal meds he is on leaves a nice big dump for Trav to clean. Nice work, TJ.

7:00 am: Barney is on. Coffee with vanilla creamer. I make Travy his lunch. Roast beef and cheese wrapped in a tortilla with ranch dressing. I give him a string cheese and try to get him to take a banana. Getting him to eat better is a waste of time, I know he will drive through Burger King to get a whopper later in the day.

7:15 am: Daddy is gone and the work starts. Feed kids breakfast. Of course they don't want the same thing. Ava wants oatmeal. TJ will eat a bagel with cream cheese, cereal, yogurt, and mango.

7:30 am: Get kids dressed and make lunch for TJ. Ava is a pain in my ass. She wants to wear her black legging, brown Ugg boots, and a hot pink shirt. I tell her that she can't go out in public wearing colors that don't match. She doesn't care and throws a tantrum. I finally bribe her into wearing something that I can bring her into public and not have to explain to people that she is color blind.

8:30 am: Attempt to get kids into car and take TJ to school. Special Agent Oso is on so of course they are not willing to budge. I forcefully have to pull TJ to take a pee in the potty so he doesn't piss in the car..and I bribe Ava by asking her to check to see if all the doors are locked. (And when I do this, Trav gives me crap saying that I'm giving her OCD).

9:10 am: Yeah...we are late dropping TJ off at school. His music therapist and I are tight so I hope she doesn't judge me that I am constantly late. Say goodbye to T man and tell him I love him.

9:30 am: Off to Target...Gosh, I love Target. Who doesn't??? I could spend all day there and buy everything. From pantry items to garden tools to organizational crap, I love me some Target. I even get wrapped up in the holiday items, for some reason I feel it necessary to buy hand towels and wreaths for every holiday.

10:30 am: We are home. Ava is watching Alice in Wonderland (or any other new Disney movie she is into for now) and I am cleaning. WOW...are you kidding? This is what boggles me about men. They just piss every where. I don't know how shit and piss can end up all over the toilet and seat, but it does. The floor isn't much better. I hand towel the floor with antibacterial wipes and then let the Swiffer do the rest. Men need better aim. You'd think they would be more like archery pros, but they still have terrible aim after 35 years.

11:00 am: Laundry. I love doing my kid's laundry. It's so easy. You throw it in, the
clothes are small...but Travy's??? Not so much! He still has shit stains on his underwear. I remember one time when we were first married, after the first load of laundry I did for him. I asked him why he has skid marks and he said it's because "he fart's alot". Ummm, NO! It's because you don't wipe effectively! Think about it, women wear G-strings all day and stay clean!!

11:30 am: I text Trav when he is going to be home. He says he doesn't know. Ain't that a "B"?? It's times like these when I wished he would have a normal 9 to 5 job so I can expect him when to be home. But I guess I really should be happy that he just has a job.


12:00 pm: I feed Ava lunch. She doesn't want anything to eat, but she requested a donut. I tell her that she is lucky she can eat a donut and not gain any weight. Finally she is convinced that it nap time. (You didn't think I really fed her a donut, right?)

12:30 pm: WHOO HOO!!! It's my break time!!! You would think that I would watch something on TV, but that's not how it is. I bust out the latest workout dvd and get to it. Okay, so this is something that Travy gets pissed off at me. He thinks I buy too many workout dvds. In my defense, I get bored because I memorize them. And in an effort to not hear him bitch at me too much I say "OKAY, would you rather me be fat and ugly?" That shuts him up REAL fast.

2:30 pm: Shower, shave, lotion, blow dry, flat iron, make up. I get all dolled up with the pink eyeshadow he likes. I don't want to hear about how much he works and how I don't do anything all day. And in all honesty, who would want to come home to someone who wasn't put together and looking good? I can say that I wouldn't!!

3:00 pm: Go to pick up TJ. Hopefully he wan't too hyper and I don't have to constantly think of behaviour schedules in my head.

3:30 pm: Text Travy to see when he is coming home. Yeah, in all honesty..I bug the shit out of him all day to see when he is coming home.

4:00 pm: Get home...put away backpack and lunch bag. Enforce rule of putting away shoes and socks, that takes a long time. Give snack and let kiddos watch TV.

5:00 pm: Start cooking dinner. Ok, so Travis rules the menu. Why do men only want steak and potatoes??? I cook Travis some pork chops and make myself tortilla crusted tilapia with asparagus.

6:00 pm: We eat dinner as a family. TJ eats all of his dinner, Ava just asks for cookies, and Travis and I attempt to make conversation about our day.

6:30 pm: Dinner and cookie handout is completed. I have started to round up dishes and have started washing up. Kids have started bath ritual. Travy starts to dry hump my legs while I'm washing dishes, thinking this will please me. Yeah, this is a men's version of foreplay.

7:00 pm: Kids on the couch watching lame cartoon. TJ is the first to go to bed..Ava is the party animal and will stay up all night (just like her mama). Travis puts on ESPN just so she gets bored watching it enough to want to go to bed.

7:30 pm: Whoo hoo! Kids in bed and it's adult time! Wine and conversation commence!

7:45 pm: I have to listen about Travy's day. It's always something. Dish machine gone crazy, installation, some call that took him too long to fix. It NEVER ends.

8:00 pm: Adult TV time. Now, I'm sure you all who read this blog think that Travy wears the pants in the family. Well, your right. Especially when it comes to the remote. It's all about what the man wants to watch. It's all about LOST and sports, don't get me started about the Dodgers.

8:40 pm: I tell Travy that I want to take Ballroom dancing lessons. He looks at me like I'm a freak show and says that I would have to remove his balls if he ever set foot in a dance studio. I tell him that Edward would take Ballroom dance lessons with me. He retorts that Edward is a fag. I explain that Edward is a romantic and that he would take the garbage out and put his dirty clothes in the hamper without me bitching about it. He asks me if I want a scrawny pale fag to be my husband. I let him think he's won this round. Don't think I won't bring up Edward again....

9:00 pm: Travy and I chat about our day. Today, I went out to lunch with some people. A certain someone told me that I looked liked Lady Gaga. I had to tell Travy about this situation and he said "Well, you are much better looking that her." And I said back to him, "You mean, without the penis"? Praise Jesus I'm not really a hermaphrodite. I promise you people I only have a vagina.

10:00 pm: No more wine, it's bedtime.

10:01 pm: Yeah, Trisha...it's only a minute.

10:02 pm: God bless my family and my friends.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Today I didn't have to use my A.K...

7:00AM
Wake up, stare at ceiling fan. Realize I've got morning wood.

7:01AM
After explaining that our children are awake, and she's half asleep, I stumble to the shower.

7:02AM
Ann falls back to sleep.

7:04AM
The water is now sufficiently hot enough. I soak in the hot steaming water.

7:11AM
I realize I've been standing there motionless, and commence bathing ritual.

7:18AM
Dry myself off. Q-Tips, deodorant, toothpaste.....

7:20AM
Grab work clothes. Grab Keys, wallet, glasses, laptop.

7:23AM
Wake Ann up. Say goodbye. Tell her I love her.

7:23:25AM
Ann asks me to get TJ out of bed.

7:24AM
Open TJ's door. Gag at the scent of his shitty diaper.

7:24:36 AM
Grab wipees. This one's gonna be a doozy.

7:25AM
Remove diaper. Gasp in awe. I wonder how someone snuck the inside of a bean burrito into my son's drawers.

7:28AM
Finish wiping. Run to outside trashcan. Wash hands.

7:31AM
Might as well stay for coffee. Anyways.....Barney's on.

7:47AM
Leave house. Back up van. Turn on Dan Patrick Show.

8:17AM
Start working......

9:36AM
Eat Lunch Ann made for me. What the hell am I going to eat at lunchtime?

9:59AM
Jim Rome is on. It's all good clones...

11:33AM
Drive Thru Chick Fil A.
I should've ordered the charbroiled with the wheat bun.
I'm a sucker for anything battered and deep fried.

11:58AM
Ann sends me a text message, asking when I'm going to be home.
I tell her I don't know.

12:36PM
Receive emergency page from customer. There machine is going to explode if I don't get there in 5 minutes.

12:40:58 PM
Open back door to kitchen of Ma and Pa Indian restaurant. This ain't going to be pretty.

12:42PM
Lay down in pile of 3 week old Chicken Vindaloo with extra spicy curry sauce. Control gag reflex. Swallow bile. Change motor.

12:48PM
Brush cockroaches off of my chest.

1:21PM
Call Ann to say Hi. She doesn't answer.

2:19 PM
Ann calls me back. She just exercised and showered. Tells me how lucky I am to have adult conversation during the day. I tell her the cockroach didn't have much to say....and I don't speak Indian.

2:47PM
Ann asks when I'm coming home, via text message.

4:17PM
Pull up to last call, I'm almost FREE!!!!!!!

4:59PM
I'm headed home!!!

5:39pm
I'm pulling into the driveway!!!!!!!

5:40PM
Receive emergency page from customer. Apparently the dishwasher is shooting hot, flaming spears at there customers, and it's all my fault.

6:31PM
ACTUALLY.....
The machine wasn't plugged in.

7:17PM
Get home, TJ is in bed. Ava is watching Sesame Street, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Caillou, Special Agent Oso, or something else totally lame.

7:29PM
Ava goes to bed. I pour a LARGE glass of wine.

7:42PM
Ann asks me if I'm going to write in my blog...I say No.

7:45PM
After to listening to some ideas on what I should blog about, I start typing.

8:27PM
Ann reads blog and tells me I'm so funny.
I agree with her.

8:46PM
Start watching TV. Hopefully it's Lost night, and not VH1 reality night.

9:59PM
Should we go to bed, or open another bottle of wine and watch Celebrity Rehab?

10:01PM
Hellloooo Dr. Drew.....

10:46PM
Head to bed.

10:49PM
What happens next depends on the night..
MIND YER OWN BUSINESS...

10:50PM
I got mine....
You best get yours.....

10:51PM
Fall asleep thinking that I'm a pretty lucky guy.

10:52PM
Ann elbows me and tells me to roll over because I'm snoring.

10:53PM
Kiss goodnight, and cuddle under the covers...
Until I pass gas.

10:54PM
Pleasant dreams Trav.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Ann is gonna kill me.....

You know why they call it PMS right?
Because Mad Cow Disease was already taken...

I've learned a lot over my married life about PMS. I only heard rumors, and theories. I've even heard some men consider it a myth created by women, to have an excuse to be a bitch.

Well, I disagree....

PMS is real.

How do I know????

Well among many other reasons.....

WOMEN DON'T NEED AN EXCUSE TO BE BITCHES......

Listen, regardless of whatever opinion you have of me from reading this blog, I really care about my Wife. She dominates my universe. She rules my planet. She is easily the coolest women I've ever met.... BY FAR....

There is a week every month, where I need to make sure that I don't slip up. I even find myself trying to anticipate her moves, as to not upset her. I last about a half of a day before I realize that thinking this hard makes my head hurt.
About the time that I'm saying to myself, "Ahhhh fuck it, you're good man. You've done what you need to do...She's going to be so stoked to see you when you get home from work....."

OOOOOPSYYY....

Here is a list of things that I (regularly) forget to do, which pisses her off a little bit more during PMS time.....

1. Take out trash...
2. Put laundry in approved basket...
3. Leave bedroom door open, allowing children to gallivant on the neatly made bed....
4. Prevent them from climbing the backs of her legs while she is cooking dinner....
5. Farting within a quarter mile of her.....

These mistakes are easily avoidable. No matter how many times I make them, the next time can be only moments away. This kind of brings me to my next point.....

We ALL like to play cards....

You know cards....

Woman LOVE to play the PMS card.....
It works for them. I don't blame them. Things are a little different in the Larson household though.

MEN....

We LOVE to play the STUPID CARD....

You know....

The obligatory shrug....
The open mouthed gaze....
The looking around aimlessly....

Little different in the Larson house as well....

Let me explain...

My Wife wears her PMS on her sleeve. In her defense, she wears EVERY other emotion on her sleeve as well, so PMS might as well join the party. She can call me during my work day and ask me about an ATM purchase, or trash bag left on the back porch, and before she can even play the card......
I come up with this brilliant response!!!

"What? Are you PMS'ing or something?"

Oh yeah! Women love that. Steam emits from my end from the cell phone when I utter that gem!

Sometimes though, Ann will ask me to find the children's sippy cups. I don't want to find the sippy cups. I want to sit down and stare at a wall or something.
I begrudgingly get up, and wander around......Before I get a chance to even play my stupid card....

"Don't be STUPID!!! I can't be the ONLY one to find shit in this house!"

Damn....Guess I'm going to actually get off my lazy ass and find them.

I guess my point is......

PMS is not a myth.
Something happens to our women once a month. I don't envy it, or the blessed sacrament of the period that comes directly after.

That's right men....

1 week of PMS....
1 week of period....

That means that women are hormonally fucked up 50% of the time.

The excuse for the moodiness/bitchiness the other 50% of the time..

Yep.

US.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Nicholas Sparks is a Dickhead One-Upper....

Attention all straight men!!!!!
Beware all sensitive, douche bag assholes!!!!
My Wife is a BIG fan of the romance novel. She reads books about mystical men with 2 penises. She reads 10 pages of foreplay. She reads about men with 6 packs and 7 pound cocks. These men will penetrate with great force (and passion) and buy them new wardrobes when there done.
AND I GET IT.....
These books are written by women who want to make money. It's female porn. They are written about these ideal, sensitive men with HUGE cocks.
I have no problem with this at all......
Now Nicholas Sparks.......
FUCK HIM!
There is always that guy you know who plays the sensitive angle. He listens, he confides, he has empathy....
HE IS NOT A REAL MAN!!!!!
He is a douche bag.
He is a one upper.
We ALL know a one upper.
If you met Keanu Reeves...
HE MET MARLON BRANDO....
If you donated $100 to your local YMCA...
HE SAVED AN ETHIOPIAN VILLAGE....
If you took your Wife to a resort in Mexico...
HE TOOK HIS WIFE ON A SAILBOAT TRIP AROUND THE WORLD!!!!

Ahhhh. the fucking one upper.....

What is the one thing we all know about the one upper?

THEY ARE FULL OF SHIT!

and so is Nicholas Sparks........

Do you really think his wife lays on her bed in the throes of Ecstasy every night?
Do you really think he is SOOOO in tune with her needs?
Do you really think he listens and empathizes with her day to day struggles?
Do you really think he knows what it's like to have a period? A Yeast Infection? A bladder infection?
A CHILD????????

The answer to all of the above is....
FUCK NO!!!!!!!!!

He is THAT guy. The guy who wants to pussify his way into a woman's heart. A guy who wants to make out for 45 minutes, cuz it's all about building an "emotional connection". A guy who will watch Steel Magnolias!!!!!!!!

Listen carefully people....

Men are men...
Women are women....

Lets STOP trying to blur the line between the two.

I have a hairy back. Hair growing out of my ears and nose. Basically anywhere but my head. I pass gas when I eat crappy food. I drink booze to take the edge off. I have strange stains in my underwear. I can eat pizza for every meal. I Love sports. I love metal.

And I love my Wife.....and my kids....

I don't have to do a bunch of bullshit to make other wives jealous. I don't have to act like a woman to make my wife love me more.

I am what I am.
My wife is who she is.

She may read her romance novel while I watch a Dodger game, but she's sitting right next to me, accepting me for who I am. When the game is over, and the bookmark lays down on the pages of her story......
Having one less penis and a ZERO pack doesn't seem to bother her.
That's because the men in her romance novels.....
DO NOT EXIST!!!!

Show me a Man who is UBER sensitive, rich and in tip top shape.......
and I'll introduce you to Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, or Edward the Vampire!!!

Face it Ladies.....

WE'RE ALL YOU GOT........

Thursday, February 4, 2010

You give me 5 bucks, I give you my kids!!!!!

My children are driving me bat shit crazy people.

I know I promised I wouldn't talk about my family (a rule which I seem to break with great regularity), but these children are killing me right now.
If you don't know about me, let me enlighten you.
I sell soap.
I fix Dish machines.
I am at the beckon call of 100 asshole GM's across the east valley of Phoenix, Arizona. It is a fucking grind.
All I want, is to come home, and enjoy some peaceful time with my family.
MOST nights, that is not in the cards.
TONIGHT, I was inches from Charles Manson.....

There's a lot of you who don't know my children.
Well let me introduce you!!!

TRAVIS JAMES LARSON JR.

AGE: 4
WEIGHT: 200 LBS.
HOBBIES: WHINING, ASKING FOR THOMAS THE TRAIN, ASKING FOR SIPPY CUPS, ASKING FOR SNACKS, SHITTING IN THE BATHTUB, USING ME AS A JUNGLE GYM, COUNTING TO 100.

AVA GRACE LARSON

AGE: 2
WEIGHT: 35 LBS.
HOBBIES: GENERAL BRATTINESS/COCKBLOCKING, TALKING TO THE BEAST AND GASTON (FROM BEAUTY AND THE BEAST DUMB SHITS) ON HER TOY CELLPHONE, WRAPPING HER STUFFED CAT LOLA IN A BLANKET, STOMPING HER FEET...

Normally, they split there time. I mean they each take turns pissing me off. That works out just fine with me. That way, I can love at least 1 of my children.
Than there is a night, where they both decide to be the poster children for abstinence. If I took a video of these demon children and posted it on YouTube....IT WOULD END TEEN PREGNANCY.............
I'm 35 years old and feel totally powerless against their wrath.
For those of you who are single, married, whatever......
LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY......
Don't have children.
Give me 5 bucks and you can have mine!
They are not disfigured.
They are reasonably healthy.
IT'S A FUCKING BARGAIN!!!!!!!!!
People spend tens of thousands of dollars on In Vitro, Fertility Drugs, Adoption, the Black Market....
WELL I'M SLASHING PRICES HERE PEOPLE!!!!!!!
5 DOLLARS!!!!!!!!
$2.50 per hellion!!!!!

THINGS YOU CAN BUY WITH 5 BUCKS.....

VALUE MEAL AT MCDONALD'S
4 PACKS OF GUM
A SMALL ROCK OF CRACK
2 RED BULLS
A FUCKING CONDOM!!!!!!!!!

Think about it........
This can be yours...... for 5 bucks.....


OK, OK, OK.....



Maybe $49.99.....

Eat Me....

Monday, February 1, 2010

man oh man oh mangina

Just when I thought I've seen it all...
Life has a way of making you scratch your head. Honestly though, I've been walking around on this rock for 35 years, and shit STILL completely surprises me. We've been operating on a common theme this month on DDM, and it continues tonight.
Has anybody seen this bumper sticker?

You have got to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
Any man who would put this on his car, is very simply put, not a real man.
I drive around the freeways and surface streets ALL day long, and I've seen this bumper sticker at least 20 times in the last year. Not ONCE have I seen a bumper sticker that says....
I LOVE MY HUSBAND.....
That's because the bumper sticker has very little to do with love, and very much to do with wives trying to run there husbands lives. You see it all the time... Some fat, ugly, smelly Winnebago of a woman with some poor, feeble, meek little man. Something has happened in this country. It is happening all around us AND......
It's getting worse AND.........
We're losing.
Woman have it figured out gentlemen. They have figured out that we are bigger, faster, stronger and more talented. DON'T get all pissed ladies! Go ahead and name something that a woman is the best in the world at (besides getting pregnant and taking care of babies), and I'll listen and update this post. Men are even better CHEFS than you.
Here is a list of things we are better at.....
1.everything
and your list?
1. nothing...........
Sorry to sway off the subject at hand. We were talking about this bumper sticker. I've seen men wearing a T SHIRT that says the same thing!!! You poor bastards, STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!!!!!! You may as well wear a shirt that says....
My Wife trims my MANGINA!!!
My Wife cuts my food!!!!
My Wife let's me play GOLF (with her dad)!!!

Come on Men!!! Let's end this crap!

FOR THE RECORD.........
I love my Wife very much. I love my kids very much. I love my parents, my sister, my friends, my wii and my cat. I own zero T SHIRTS professing my love to any of them.
Don't allow your wife to castrate you. Don't be a total dick all of the time, but stand up for yourself. Don't be afraid to make her watch a war movie every now and again. Let her know that it's OK to eat a pound of bacon for breakfast. Let her know that you can't run outside into your car every time you need to pass gas!
Let her know that you love her.
I would suggest saying it, not sticking it to your rear bumper.
Let her know that it's not OK for a man....... to be a WOMAN.
DON'T WORRY......
The next time it's time to get busy.....
She'll be glad she let you keep your dick.
Peace Shitheads....