
An obnoxious popular topic of conversation swirling around in computer land, accosting me from magazine covers and burning my ears in face to face lip flap, are the Kardashian Klan. No matter how hard I try, there seems to be no escaping their frozen faces, pregnancy issues, photoshop scandals, diet pill scams, shameful shoe dazzling and marrivorce’s. Their cellulite will probably have it’s own show on E! soon. *SHUDDER* The Kardashian’s are like the ‘The Song That Never Ends’… they’re a higher level of annoying, they make me want to punch someone in the face and they’re extremely difficult to get out of your head.
Someone recently asked me what I would do if the zombie apocalypse happened, and after a brief moment of pondering, the answer was obvious. I would make my way to the Kardashian/Jenner compound, locate the threats to humanity and assuming they’ve all become air headed parts of the living dead, it would be kill time. Who wouldn’t love to impale a zombie Kardashian? Especially, the one who spawned them all… the devil in the collagen flesh… Kris Jenner.
Who’s with me?!
**HeLLo… WE’RE GOING TO PLAY A GAME…**
–Choose your dolls carefully.
–Pay attention to creepy foreshadowing.
–Never, under any circumstances, go into a basement or an attic alone.
–Keep your eyes on the road.
–Avoid men who are way too involved with their mothers.
–If you’re going to hide, choose a creative spot… NOT under the bed, in a closet or somewhere where everything is hidden except for your feet.
–Any stepmother is bad, no matter how nice she may seem, she is evil in some way.
–The girl floating on the inner tube will be shark victim #1.
–The old, fat, sweaty man wearing nothing but overalls is gonna getcha.
–Never set foot in an abandoned mental institution if you ever want to see the light of day.
–If an old man and a little boy are making direct eye contact with each other for an uncomfortably long amount of time, they’re probably communicating telepathically and it’s time to change all your plans… unless you want to get caught in a slow motion flash flood of blood.
–If you stop to pick up a hitchhiker, you are suicidal.
–When you finally think the coast is clear, don’t forget to look UP.
–If there are no other people staying at a motel on the side of the road, neither should you.
–Never stand right next to the edge of the bed, EVER! The only safe way to get in and out of the bed, is by running leap or long jump.
–If there’s a legend of a ghost or hook handed serial killer appearing after you say their name repeatedly into the mirror, don’t try it… for the love of God.
–Step 1: Creepy gas station Step 2: Violent death
–People from the country hate people from the city.
–Sketchy rides aren’t the only thing to fear at traveling carnivals.
–Always keep your gas tank somewhat full.
–Stay away from cornfields.
–Remember, everyone has secrets.
–Always make sure you lock the doors and windows.
–Clowns live down in the sewer, where everything floats.
–Don’t wander through unfamiliar woods, especially when you’re tripping.
–Nothing good ever happens at 3am.
–Before moving into a new place, always make sure no one was murdered or committed suicide there first.
–Don’t play hide and seek in graveyards.
–It’s pronounced SarDO! No Mr. … accent on the doh! (Not a movie. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.)
–Never bully anybody…they will always get the last laugh.
–Always use a nightlight.
–The only way to kill a zombie is by removing the head or destroying the brain.
–Vampires are very sexy and have a lot of feelings.
–You’re never safe on a lake, not even from sharks or piranhas.
–The hot, intellectual girl, who keeps her clothes on, dies last.
–If you’re black, using steroids or you’re having sex, you’ll die first.
–If the power goes out, grab a flashlight… and a machete.
–No one is safe from product placement.
–Don’t purposefully spend the night in creepy places.
–It’s not cotton candy, that’s for sure.
–If someone has a freaky premonition when they first get on an amusement park ride… get the fuck off.
–Adopted orphan children are full of surprises.
–Surprise! You’ve been dead the whole time.
–If you wake up and are trapped in an unfamiliar setting with a group of strangers, try and figure out what you all have in common and follow the autistic kid.
–Hiding under the covers doesn’t do any good.
–Never underestimate things or people that are half your size.
–Always check your back seat, bathtub and behind closed doors for things that could be lurking.
–Dead people can still call you on the telephone.
–Never assume something is dead. Making fucking SURE.
–Don’t investigate urban legends. Let that shit be.
–Any weird old lady is most certainly a witch, so be nice, be helpful and always keep your distance.
–Emaciated, flexible girls are the best candidates for possession.
–Never trust anyone with a lazy eye.
–Never stand in pools of water or you’ll probably be electrocuted.
–You’re not safe, not even in your dreams.
–Keep the one eyed monster in its cage, or you WILL be dismembered.
–Never go live with your estranged aunt.
–Always fear any man in a mask.
–If a deal sounds too good to be true… it is.
–If a door is bolted shut and hidden behind a wall, it’s probably for a reason… so leave it closed.
–The police will never believe you, until it’s too late.
–Electronic devices are the gateway to hell.
–Always look before you sit on a toilet.
–There is no place more unsafe than a cabin in the woods.
–Do a lot of cardio… you never know when you’ll need to run for your life.
–Good intentions get you no where.
–There’s nothing “fun” about a fun house.
–Keep in mind that every decision has consequences.
–Unless you made it yourself, don’t drink it.
–The scariest things are the things you can’t see.
–Keep matches or a lighter on you at all times, you never know when you might need to ignite some gasoline.
–Having a roommate = a very bad time.
–Stay far away from Eastern Europe.
–Keep your showers brief.
–Bad things happen to those who snoop.
–The Devil made me do it.
–Rock, paper, scissors…. butcher knife.
–Really pale girls with long dark hair hiding their face only want revenge.
–The sequel is only the beginning.
–If you don’t understand the language of something written in blood in a book full of satanic imagery… please don’t read it out loud.
–Real killers have ominous, anxiety inducing, theme music.
–Beware of the true campfire story.
–Never ride a tricycle down hotel hallways.
–Somebody always pees their pants.
— Indian Burial Grounds are not a joke.
–Senior Proms never end well.
–If at first you don’t succeed, you can always be on True Blood.
–Be very careful of who you invite inside your home.
–Never be sure of a squeaky door.
–They will always find a way for the hot girl to end up naked.
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Different alcohols effect our personalities in different ways and bring out different sides of us with every sip. 10 years of practice, mixing, observation, trial and error and piecing together blackouts has provided me with the tools, information and first hand experience to comment on all things alcohol. I am no expert, but I may be a part time alcoholic. So, here is what I’ve observed about different types and brands of alcohol on a personal level as a drinking professional.
Tequila: Ohhh the wild wonderful world of Tequila. When you propose a tequila shot to a group of people you are usually faced with two responses, 1) A spring break style shout of “TEQUILA!! WOOO!!!” or, 2) an ‘I just smelled a terrible fart’ face distortion with simultaneous gag and side to side headshake while saying “Ughhh grossss, but okay, lets do it.”
If I’m overloaded with work and on a deadline and sending “sorry, maybe next time” texts to everyone, my friends know they only have to say one word to get me to come out with them: MARGARITAS. Some of my most ridiculous moments have occurred during tequila nights. Even if it involved flashing, very public displays of affection, climbing on top of parked vans in declaring of victory and doing somersaults down a busy street… I love tequila with all my heart.
Your biggest enemy while consuming tequila with your friends is anyone who is not drinking tequila, because you are all probably going to say and do a lot of embarrassing things and the person not drinking tequila probably won’t accept the “it was just the tequila talking” response.
Tequila is a party drink and it is meant to be enjoyed in excess. Ordering shitty tequila in a margarita is not a cardinal sin, but as your bank account increases, so should the quality of your tequila. Run away from any yellow tequila and into the arms of blanco/white tequila, chilled with salt and lime.
Jameson: Jameson is an acquired taste. I’ve concluded that in order to acquire a taste for Jameson though, you have to have a scrotum, a beard and wear either plaid flannel or khaki pants and boat shoes. This Irish whisky is the shot of choice for pretty much every guy I know and alternating shots of Jameson in between consuming beer is like peanut butter and jelly apparently, a legendary combination that should be passed down from generation to generation. Just not to me. Keep that shit away from me.
Rum: I don’t care if I’m standing at the North Pole in tube sox; if I’m drinking rum I feel fucking tropical. Rum makes me want to run around and dance and speak Spanish and be everyone’s best friend. But on the other hand, rum is a tricky little bastard and will sneak up on you quickly leaving you dead behind the eyes and slurring the words to “Poker Face” in everyone’s horror at Karaoke. Thank you for coming to my concert.
Beer: This frosty deliciousness brings people together. At the bar, during organized sports, tailgating. You name it. Beer makes everything better. Concerts, the guy you’re dating that won’t stop talking about himself, Taco Bell, human interaction and anything else that needs that little extra boost of awesome. A once shy individual may end up doing the “Stanky Leg” for everyone else’s entertainment or decide that they’re going to punch that wall if it keeps looking at them that way! Beer has turned from an adolescent misbehavior to an adult right of passage, a reward to ourselves for getting that project done, powering through a busy workday or for simply walking outside to get the mail. Job well done, crack one open, you deserve it!
There are so many different types of beer, each with their own story and stereotype which I’ll have to save for another blog, the only thing I have to say right now though is that I don’t understand how anyone can go out for a night of drinking and only drink dark beers, Like Guinness for example. Guinness is delicious, don’t get me wrong, but it is like drinking a five dollar foot long. Witnessing someone drink multiple glasses just blows my mind.
Whisky: I have recently entered my whisky phase and have worked from shots of Fireball up to Jack and Coke, which is impressive for me because I usually gag if someone is drinking whisky on tv, let alone if it’s in front of me. Whisky is fun, but makes me feel very entitled and aggressive. Whisky is like an archeologist re-discovering feelings buried deep inside. “Remember when you didn’t give me my sweatshirt back 8 years ago? I didn’t forget, I want it back.” It’s like I can feel my neck turning redder and redder with every sip as I huddle with my friends to decide a plan of action for the rest of the nights bad decisions and how best to end up passed out in the back of a taxi.
Wine: Deliciousness. There is just so much to explore in the world of wine. It pairs well with meals, makes you feel like you should lift your pinky up and crystal glasses are ideal for making beautiful music. Wine makes you feel silly, warm and in love with everything and then happy and then sad and then an slurring advice giver. And the side effect of drinking a glass before bed is sleeping like an infant. But, for those who lack self-control, wine can begin as a nice idea at dinner and then end up with you drinking out of the bottle and texting your ex-boyfriend that you miss his beard. Also, drinking too much wine is a guarantee for a 48-hour hangover of pure misery. If you are emotional at all, for the love of God, stay away from drinking wine and put the cell phone down!
Jagermeister: Jager reminds me of college. Having debates about its original recipe including deer’s blood and then twirling off to talk to other people. I feel like Jager is a shot that can be shared with minimal disgust amongst members of every drinking class without having to spend time discussing shot options, and more time drinking. I don’t know anyone who loves it enough to call it his or her “drink of choice,” but you should keep a bottle in your freezer anyways.
Vodka: There are so many epic mixology possibilities with Vodka. Vodka is great because you can hardly even taste it, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Vodka reminds me of pre-gaming with my best friends and taking way too many pictures of ourselves on photobooth and pushing sweaty guys away from us at nightclubs and dancing with each other. If someone shows up to a party with a bottle of Vodka, some serious shit is about to go down and someone may end up crying or peeing their pants or both. So prepare yourself, take some deep breaths and think happy thoughts because Vodka could probably make Mother Theresa hulk smash a motherfucker, it’s that powerful. Liquid courage turns into liquid demon rage very quickly. Watch out for jungle juice, because that shit tastes like skittles and rainbows and Swedish fish partying inside of your mouth but overconsumption will surely lead to seeing double and ending up with blue jungle juice puke stains on your carpet that can only be removed by replacing that shit. Drinking is expensive.
Absinthe: Drink with caution and prepare for the most epic blackout of your entire life. There are so many different ways to take an absinthe shot and thousands of different types of absinthe itself to choose from and who doesn’t love seeing shit get set on fire?! BOOM! It is a fast acting drinking adventure that will have you waking up, partially blind from the worm wood that is still in your system, with no recollection of how you got back to your hotel room and maid service banging on your door because check out was 3 hours ago. You may not see a green fairy per say, but you will most certainly be flying high out of your mind.
And that is all for now, bottoms up!
You’re close to my heart
And always by my front
This one goes out to you, my lovely lady lumps.
At the University of Fun Bags,
No one wants to pass.
We all hope for D’s in every class.
The secret’s out, Victoria
It’s your jugs.
Once they arrive,
Dramatic increase in hugs.
Throughout your day
You’ll get a lot more “hello’s”
If you show off
Your dirty pillows.
The all powerful pair,
They get shit done
Special treatment, promotions, free drinks and fun.
Dolly Parton’s sweater puffs
Pack a huge punch
On hers she can rest
Breakfast, dinner and lunch.
Bat your eyelashes
And push up your boobs
9 out of 10 times,
You’ll never lose.
When climbing up the corporate ladder
Cleavage will help you do it faster.
The twins always point you in the forward direction
And help get you into the VIP section
When the neckline is plunging
The boys can’t think clear
Excuse me there buddy,
My eyes are up here.
Boobies are something
The world loves to see
And they’re especially awesome,
When they’re in 3-D.
Pray for big knockers,
And hope God grants the blessing
Unless of course
You’re Deborah Messing.
Barbie has no nipples,
That’s a fact
But all in all,
Still a decent rack.
European beaches,
Heaven for the foreigner
Nobody puts boobies in a corner.
Often found painted
In museum pictures
And strangely resembled
By ceiling light fixtures.
They’re always supported,
Even when they’re not.
Three cheers for boobies,
Because we all know, they rock.
We’ll have no talk of man boobs though
That should stay quiet.
If you have those
You should go on a diet.
Swisher Sweets: Pass it to the left.
If you roll your own: You’re either in jail or don’t trust anything you don’t make yourself.