My girlfriend asked me if the same question every girl asks the other day. She asked, "would break up with me if I got fat." I said, "yes, an now that you know that, if you do get fat I'll assume that's your way of saying that YOU want to break up with me. And let me tell you something baby girl...I'm not in this relationship to get my heart broken."
HELLO, IS MIKE THERE?
I always imagine the worst case scenario in my head. I was bartending and this lady called the bar asking if Mike was working today? I put her on hold, asked a co-worker, and found out he was. As I walked back to the phone I started thinking. I don't even know who this lady is. She could be trying to serve him with child support papers. As soon as I say he's here she shows up and bam!!!! Wage garnishment. Now he has to buy a suit to go to court next week, which puts him in overdraft.
The judge makes him take a drug test that day, he fails, loses custody of three his kids, and his house. Now he's out blowing dudes in the street for change all because I said he was here.
Even worse, maybe I say he's here and she sends some hitman because he was a drug mule and stole twenty kilos. He's just working with me as part of the witness protection program and I just blew his cover.
Now I'm an accomplice to a homicide and I go to prison for the hit. I'll tell you what I'm not getting raped for Mike, you, or anybody....So I said, "Mike ain't here, but who is this?" She replied, "It's his mom." Yeah right, nice cover...he still ain't here.
DATING A LOT
So, here's a free lesson to any guy trying to date multiple women. You have to treat your place like a crime scene...leave no evidence. Not regular cleaning either. I'm talking about lint rolling your bed to get any accidental hair left from another girl, including the pillows. Rub some of your dirty laundry on your pillows, so the other girl will suggest that you wash your sheets. Don't have another girl come over when your sheets have just been washed, it's suspicious and she will immediately launch an internal investigation.
Place any and all items not belonging to you that were left overnight (earrings, bracelets, fish net gloves, etc..) in a designated lost and found box to be hidden at all times, preferably a shoe box. Get a mop or swifter and go over all of the bathroom floors to pick up any hair that may have fallen on the ground due to women "shedding."
Empty every trash can in your house, especially the ones in the bathrooms. This is one of the first places girls look. I'm sure no girl I talked to ever noticed, but there was never any garbage in my trash cans. Who doesn't have trash in their garbage cans? This guy, that's who. Which isn't a coincidence; no one...and I mean no one is that clean.
Finally, when the new girl comes over you have to be banging something into the wall with a hammer. Preferably a shelf. As soon as she walks yell, "goddammit, I can't get this shit straight." She will offer to help you and ignore the sweat dripping from your forehead that was from the pre-marital sex you just had with another woman.
HOME SECURITY CAMERA FOR YOUR IPHONE!! FINALLY!!
I saw an infomercial for a camera in your house which can be monitored from your Iphone, so you can make sure it doesn't get burglarized and your kids get home safely. It showed a mom smiling as she looked at her Iphone when her daughter walked in and locked the door. Thank god, home safe. What if that isn't what you see? Let’s be more realistic here. What you would see is your teenage daughter coming home, her eyes red from smoking some of the prescribed weed she stole from your sock drawer in the morning. She appears to be home safe and just as you were about to turn your phone off she waves in a 17 year old teenage boy.
He goes through your fridge and grabs the leftover tri-tip you were looking forward to eating after work to make a delicious sandwich. He heats up some olive oil, 1/4 cup red onion (chopped), 1 teaspoon garlic, 1/8 cup white wine, 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce, 2 1/2 cups beef broth, and 1 teaspoon flour. Wait a minute, did he just eat the last of my bread and make his own Au Jus dip from scratch? You get upset, but can’t deny that was one hell of recipe. You write it down, damn that Au Jus looked amazing.
He rummages through your cabinets and finds a bottle of Patron Silver. He then grabs some triple sec, lime juice, and sweet and sour. He makes his own margarita and even layers it with the last of your Chambord Liqueur. You keep thinking how does this teenager know how to do all of this shit? He walks back to the living room to join your daughter on the couch with his refreshing rocks margarita, restaurant quality sandwich, and Au Jus made to perfection. God damn that recipe.
He kicks his feet up on the table and grabs the remote and begins scrolling through your DVR. He deletes all of your shows and sets recordings for CNN, Discovery, and National Geographic. He shakes his head in disgust as the afternoon reports of the NASDAQ come in, angrily pointing at the TV. Hold on…I’m an adult and know nothing about stocks; does this kid have investments gaining profitable returns?
The boy gently rubs your daughter’s leg and your heart beats with infuriation, then she slaps him. You are relieved and feel inherently proud you raised a responsible daughter. You look back at your phone and she slaps him again and they start making out. She claps twice and all of the lights go out, she claps once more and a dimly lit fluorescent light in the corner of the room comes on. You didn't even know you had the clapper or fluorescent lighting. Who installed all of this shit?
You watch furiously and call her cell phone as you continue to watch the video. You see her pick up her phone, laugh, and then clear your call. You want to leave work to catch her, but you can't because you used your last vacation days going to your cousin’s bachelorette party in San Francisco last weekend. That same party where she lost her cell phone, got kicked out of a karaoke bar for yelling something racist, and then threw up on your shoes.
You continue to watch the video and pray your daughter makes a wise decision. He moves his hand up her shirt, but she grabs his wrist and screams, "NO”. You breathe a sigh of relief. She gets up and you think great she is finally going to kick this Au Jus cooking, well educated, financially stable bastard out. She goes up stairs and brings down a stainless steel briefcase. She opens it up, but you can't see. Then you zoom in…oh my god…my daughter owns… A BALL GAG. She proceeds to pull out a leather swing and fastens it to the ceiling using a one of those small wrenches you get at IKEA to assemble everything. You are confused. Does IKEA sell leather sex swings? No they don't, but the ones in Germany do. We all know how Germany likes to get down.
Luckily you made this wonderful home video security purchase to see that not only is your daughter home safely, she is into S&M which has now scarred you for life. You weren't prepared to see your daughter pouring hot wax on some teenage boys chest like they were both in a fucking Ricky Martin video. You close the camera app in disgust just as you receive a text from your daughter, “Hey mom, got home safe. Sorry phone was on silent, just home studying. I made some Au Jus for you and cleaned up the house. I even scrubbed the couch!” Now you can't even finish that $5 foot long sweet onion chicken teriyaki sandwich from Subway you went into overdraft for. No thank you home video camera, I’d rather get robbed.
SNITCHES GET STITCHES
The first time I learned not to snitch was in high school as a freshman. I was on the basketball team and sat next to a teammate we will call "Deion" on the back of the bus one morning. Everything was normal until...he started smoking smoking weed on the bus, right next to me which is fucking insane. Like any considerate person would do, he asked if I wanted to hit it. I said "no thank you." Mainly because it's 7:15 in the morning, we are on a bus, and I've never smoked before in my life.
The week before I had seen Deion pull a plastic liter of Popov Vodka out of his Carolina Panthers Starter jacket, so who was I to judge. Dude was a savage, he didn't even had a chaser. If you haven't tried Popov Vodka, then you've probably never had unprotected sex with a complete stranger in an alley before either. Good for you.
He took a hit and told me to open the window. I hate school bus windows, you had to use both index fingers and click those grey things together and the window would always get stuck halfway down.
With every hit, he would stand up and try to blow the smoke out of the window. I tried not to stare as he leaned over me, so I drew 3-D boxes on the foggy windows as we drove down San Juan. That's all I ever draw is 3-D boxes and the sides are always uneven. I'm a terrible Asian I don't draw, tag, break dance, or race cars.
Each hit he took lead to beads of L.A. Looks Mega Hold 5 infused sweat dripping down my forehead, piercing my eyes like the chlorine in a public pool. The scent of the weed also overpowered the five sprays of CK1 cologne I had on. It was awkwardly quiet, as students began to whisper, "is someone smoking weed on this bus?" I kept looking forward thinking, "Yes, someone is definitely smoking weed on this bus. That person is also wearing red Franklin batting gloves."
I got to school and immediately the vice principal Mr. DeArco pulled me out of history. He asked if I noticed anything strange on the ride to school that morning. I said, "Strange? No. Nothing out of the ordinary." My heart pounded like we were playing Texas Hold Em' and I just went all in pre-flop with a 2/7 off suit. Mr. DeArco asked, "Really? Who were you sitting next to?" My inner voice screamed, "It's a wrap, he knows!!! I'm fucking done!!!" I calmed myself down, don't be a bitch Robert. I replied, "I sat next to Deion I think. I was pretty tired from practice last night, so I fell asleep right away." He cut to the point, "I heard there were students smoking weed on the bus this morning?" You know someone is lying when their response is, "whaaaaaaaaaattttttt?That's crazy."
It was at this moment, I had an epiphany. Not so much an epiphany, as seeing one of the most hood dudes in the school hiding behind a pillar directly in back of Mr. Dearco. Well call this hood dude "Craig." Everyday he wore the same maroon Natomas track suit to school that he never returned. I could see Craig over Mr. DeArco's shoulder shaking his head at me as if to say, "You better not say shit, or it's a wrap for you bitch." This was like a poor reenactment of the movie "Dangerous Minds", only Michelle Pffeifer can't save me with her fake ass leather jacket.
I knew Craig vaguely, he would come over to hoop and after would leave on his bike to steal Kit-Kats from Albertson's. One time Craig was eating cherries off my neighbors tree and my neighbor came outside pissed yelling, "I hope you know I sprayed those cherries with pesticide." To which Craig had the greatest comeback known to man, "I hope you know I sprayed yo' momma wit pesticide!" As he continued to eat cherries off his tree and threw the pits at him.
Anyways back to the weed story. Why is Craig outside right now? Does he have a hall pass? How'd he know Mr. DeArco was even talking to me? I had a new thought, it would suck to get my ass whooped so that Brandon Williams and Rodney Toole could clown my ass in the cafeteria when they see I have two black eyes. Fuck this lazy eyed guy Mr. DeArco and his irregular Ross dress shirt (his left sleeve was way longer then the right, but that's irrelevant).
I shook my head, "Like I said I was asleep. I don't even know what weed smells like." He persisted, "What if you left a list of names in the trash can right here and I was to come by and pick it up?" I looked over Mr. DeArco's shoulder to see Craig still shaking his head at me. I envisioned myself getting pinned against a chain link fence absorbing furious rib shots to the bitter sweet melody that was Craig's swishing track suit reigning down upon my frail 130 pound body. I imagined waking up in a bloodied daze to some Mexican dudes wearing Nike Cortez's, with Tres Flores glistening off their slicked back hair telling me to get up. Un moment, por favor carnad.
I snapped out of it, this is real life. This ain't the Karate Kid, ain't no Mr. Miyagi gonna teach me how to fight in one day. Craig is gonna catch my crane kick and I'm gonna get hit in mouth with a red Franklin batting glove. Then I'm gonna get kicked in the stomach so hard that the buffer flies out of his Grant Hill Fila's and the blood from my mouth ruins my brand new Jnco's.
Besides this dude is my teammate. I ain't going to practice to have that red headed super tall freak Kyle Gabanni head butt me with his goggles, getting my Penny Hardaway's scuffed, as I fall back into the gravel ruining my Izod pullover. Fuck you Mr. Dearco, I ain't see shit.
BLACKED OUT ON A TUESDAY
Here's a blown story. I got drunk and blacked out with my friend Gabe recently. I do remember being in Zebra Club talking to a ghetto ass Mexican dude selling Norco's. He said he had a 1,000 and showed me a whole zip lock bag full of them. Since I like to lie and mess with people I said, "That’s it? Just 1,000? That’s cool you’re movin that shit, but you need to step your game up homie and start pushin that Meth. I know dudes movin’ duffle bags of that shit." I absolutely don’t know anyone that sells Meth, but again I’m a liar.
He was so convinced, as I schooled him on the drug game I knew nothing about. Most of my information came from Breaking Bad and Scarface. Gabe was busy talking to people at the bar so every time I said, “ain’t that right Gabe??” he would just agree, making me even more legit. I made him try his own product in front of me because that’s what drug lords do in movies. He gave me half of one, but I’m fake as hell so I put it in my back pocket and acted like I took it. I told him to take his and he washed the Norco down with a shot of Jager. The Mexican dude seemed so depressed after my conversation with him about how much he isn’t doing it in this city. I took another shot and this is where I started blacking out…
This is what Gabe told me happened mixed with parts of the night I remember. Apparently, Gabe and I wrestled each other on someone's lawn in likeI was 19, and then took a LYFT to Safeway on 19th.We got some food and then walked to my place. I live nearby in a loft that has three other tenants. We get to my door and I realize I lost my jacket that had my keys and cell phone in it. We’re locked out. I calmly look at Gabe and say, "Kick it in." He was like, “What?” I was still in my Scarface movie mode, so I said, "You can't hear? Kick in my fu-ck-ing door." He tries but can’t. We leave the groceries we bought in front of my door. We head back to Safeway and on the way out I see he spilled an entire family size bag nacho cheese Doritos all over my steps and hallway. Straight up disrespectful.
Gabe takes a LYFT home and leaves me, but I am still locked out with no phone. It’s cold outside and I don’t know where to go, so I start walking around Safeway. I was still hammered and could tell security was watching me. I didn’t want to get kicked out, so I decide to buy something to look less suspicious. I grabbed one of those big green bean casseroles. Security kept an eye on me in line, so I offered to buy them something. I thought I sounded fine, but I was slurring and pointing a Reese’s peanut butter cup at them while I was talking. If you point food at people while they talk, you’re a dick.
I went back to my place and dropped off the green bean casserole in front of my door. I wasn’t gonna keep carrying that shit around. Now in front of my door was an empty bag of Doritos, Reese’s peanut butter cups, a green bean casserole, and two other bags from Safeway filled with the stuff we bought earlier. It was freezing in the hallway and I thought I could hop my neighbor’s balcony to get into my place. Great idea Robert. I knocked on my neighbor’s door. No biggie, it was only like 4:00 AM and I never met them before. She answered and I introduced myself before saying, “I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I need to get on your balcony.” She said, "Fuck no, it’s 4:00 AM." I am officially “Creep of the Year.”
I went back to Safeway and walked around the grocery store for another hour. Security wasn’t watching me, but to avoid suspicion I still bought a family size thing of pre-cooked loaded mashed potatoes. I went back to my place and dropped off the mashed potatoes with the other groceries. It was still too cold in the hallway, so I went back to Safeway and this time Starbucks was open. I was still drunk, so I got some coffee. I felt like I needed some positive karma, so I stood in line and paid for the next three customers that came up. I stood at the register and every time a customer’s total came up I would say, “I got that.” The barista would have to explain, "Don't worry, he's been doing this for half an hour." It was 6:30 AM and I still hadn’t slept.
I left and walked back to my place. The sun was out and I decided to knock on my other neighbor’s door. He answered and let me get through to my place using his balcony. I got into my place, grabbed all the groceries in front of my door, took a shower, and passed out. I awoke to Gabe saying, “Thank God you’re here.” I didn’t know what the hell was going on. He has my phone and jacket, but I don’t remember anything except Zebra Club.
He tells me what happened and I start to remember parts of the night. We swapped phones on accident last night, so he used an app to locate his phone. When he pulled up to the address there was a note stapled to a tree that said, “If you lost your phone and jacket call this number…” He called it and a guy came outside and said he found the jacket on his lawn. I must have taken it off when we wrestled.
I started remembering everything, but was pissed. I told him how disrespectful he was for leaving me and making a mess with the Doritos in the hallway. He said, “Are you kidding me?” I said, “No, I’m not. That shits not cool man.” He started laughing and said, “You don’t remember what happened? You told me to kick in your door and I couldn’t. Then you ripped open the bag of Doritos, threw them everywhere, and started stomping on them like a maniac. I tried to get you to come back to my place, but you kept saying no. I went home, but had no idea what happened to you. I had to call Steffi this morning.”
What did you even say to her? I just said, “Hey Steffi, ummmm…this is Gabe…don’t panick, but have you heard from Robert today? I went out with him last night, we got locked out, and I don’t know where he is.” Great, how the hell am I going to explain all that to her? Gabe left and I went next door to apologize to my neighbor. I knocked on his door and gave him a gift card to Starbucks. He said, "Dude, it's all good. I work the graveyard shift, so I got home this morning. I saw the groceries and chips everywhere and thought a homeless person broke in and had a party."
AN AWKWARD SERIES OF EVENTS AT THE GYM
I had one of those awkward days not too long ago. It was one of those days where a weird string of events happened right before my eyes. I went to the gym and as I walked into the locker room there was a guy blow drying his nuts right near the sink with his foot on the counter when I walked in. It seemed completely unnecessary and obviously this guy was just abusing his membership privileges. There was pubic hair flying everywhere, but this guy didn't care. The guy behind him did though as he kept trying to knock it away from his face. From my point of view it looked like he was a contestant in one of those money booths, but why would anyone be trying to grab pubic hair out of the air...that's ridiculous. So I just kept on walking.
I get to my locker and am putting stuff away when this guy comes up next to me wearing just a towel. I’m polite so I say, “here let me move my bag.” As I go to pick it up, he takes his towel off and he is fully erect. I do a double take at it to make sure I’m not imagining things, but sure enough he is hard as a rock. Not that I touched it, but it wass bouncing up and down like a diving board after a fat kid just jumped off it.
I need to get my towel which is near his foot so I say, "excuse me sir." I don’t know why I called him sir. Probably because he was packing some serious heat and I was nervous. I said, "excuse me sir, is that your towel or mine?" He replied with a deep voice, "it’s yours" and watched me as I had to get eye level with this thing. That was by far the closest a dick has ever been to my face…that I can remember.
The next day I told my friend what happened and he asked what he looked like? I answered, “I don’t know man, it was all a blur. Almost like I was in being held at gun point, there was no way I could pick that guy out of a lineup." To be honest I still think about that guy at least once everyday.
MR. KRIEGER'S CLASS
Sophomore year I had this Algebra class with a blown ass teacher named Mr. Krieger. He was a Veteran and talked to us about drugs sometimes, “when you’re out there, you try everything” as he stared off into space. I always assumed he was reliving the time he chopped off some Asian guys head a la the movie “Dead Presidents.” I know what you are thinking, “you should have been in Geometry as a sophomore, you’re Asian.” Fuck you.
This particular class did not have the most motivated individuals. The same guy on my hoop team I called “Deion” was also in this class. The classroom was huge and had a linoleum floor. One day Deion tried to sneak into class late, as Mr. Krieger turned around to write some long ass equation on the whiteboard. He sprinted and then proceeded to slide across the linoleum floor like a quarterback avoiding a tackle. Luckily his Goose Down jacket gave him some padding, but it wasn’t even quiet he slammed into his desk and it screeched. Without turning around Mr. Krieger then said, “I saw you Deion.” Deion’s eyes were visibly red from being high whispered, “damn.”
A few minutes later this Mexican dude yelled out, “Ayyyy, who stole my leather gloves?!!” Mr. Krieger still writing on the whiteboard responded, “I’d check Deion.” Deion was obviously offended yelling, “What the fuck? I just got here.” Mr. Krieger still writing with his back to us shook his head and said, “Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah…I don’t know, I’d check Deion.”
Deion was pissed and stared viciously at the back of Mr. Krieger’s head for the next ten minutes. I could only imagine, you come to class with a nice high and its ruined when you are accused of stealing leather gloves while you are wearing red batting gloves. Deion sat behind me and when I turned around about twenty minutes later, I saw him doing something completely normal in an Algebra class. He was shooting craps on the linoleum with the Mexican dude. Not only was he rolling the dice, he was snapping after… as you should in any math class. They weren’t playing for much money, but Deion was screwed he had hit a bad point of four. I watched to see if Deion would come through in the clutch, as he shook the dice in between his batting gloves Mr. Krieger said, “I know you’re shooting craps back there Deion!” Deion rolled the dice…crap out…7… as he angrily replied, “I ain’t shooting no craps!” That's an odd thing to say when there are dollar bills on the ground and you can clearly hear the dice ricocheting off the linoleum.
My junior year I was the teaching assistant for Mr. Krieger and it would be Tuesday and I'd say, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to drop off my baseball bag.” Then I would bounce and not come back the rest of the week. I’d come back in Friday and Mr. Krieger would ask, “where have you been?” I would be thinking damn, I’m about to get in trouble as I answered, “I told you I was dropping off my baseball bag.” He would pause and look up at the ceiling before saying, “oh, that’s right” as he turned around to write on the whiteboard.
Sometimes he'd give me a hall pass to leave the school to buy supplies. I would take my time walking around Albertson's eating cookies without paying, or if I was feeling like a baller I’d stop to get a whipped creamed filled chocolate bar next door at Fancy Donuts. That was risky for him though, I’m a frail Asian teenage boy with a caved in chest and you are sending me alone across the street? I could have been kidnapped and all you would have found was a pair of blood stained Anchor Blue “Beyond Baggy” jeans next to my Jansport backpack. They would have drugged me with heroine, placed a wig on my head, and I’d be the most highly requested “Thai Boy” due to my soft Jergen’s Original Scent moisturized skin.
PARALLEL PARKING
I tried parallel parking on a busy street in Downtown Sacramento. I pulled up to a Starbucks and saw a spot directly in front, between two cars. The patio of Starbucks was packed and as soon as I stopped and turned my signal on, everyone stared at me. Is there ever a time more when a man judges another man than when they watch them parallel park.
I was with my girlfriend and began to feel the pressure of all eyes...waiting, watching, judging. I couldn't let my girl down in front of all these people. If I don't park in this spot, then all these guys will think I'm not a real man and try to fuck my girl (at least that's what I assume they were thinking). I start to back into the spot and I can see in my rear view one of the guys on the patio mouth the words "too sharp" and shake his head. I tried spinning the steering wheel as much as I could, but I hit the curb and people began to shake their heads. The light behind me turned green and oncoming traffic now stopped right behind me.
I try and give it another shot. This time I didn't cut the turn sharp enough and now I am about to hit the car in front of me. I look at the patio the same guy is shaking his head, motioning me to stop before I hit the car. Now I have a serious dilemma. Do I listen to the guy on the patio, or let my pride force me to continue backing in until I hit the car?
As I was contemplating, the driver in the car behind me was getting visibly frustrated. He went around and looked at me as if I was an asshole. My girlfriend lowered her head in embarrassment and said, "you're so whack." My heart was beating fast and nervous beads of sweat trickled from my mocha almond colored forehead.
Should make another attempt? Even if I was able to park in the spot, now I would have to get out and walk by all of these people who are trying not to laugh in my face. No sir, not me, not today. I checked my rear view and took off. No way I going to park some where else and walk up so everyone on the patio could laugh at me and whisper, "I can't believe that girl he came with actually sleeps with him. That's so gross." My girlfriend said, "why did you leave?" I said, "I don't deserve the coffee if I can't parallel park...I'm not a real man."
BAD AT ROLE PLAYING
One thing I’m not good at is role playing, probably because I hate being serious. I was hanging a painting at my place with a hammer and my girlfriend said, “oh, that’d be hot if you were a construction worker.” She stared at me with the anticipation of a Demi Moore in that pottery scene with Patrick Swayze in the movie “Ghost”… because whenever I can’t sleep, I always go downstairs and make pots.
Like the silky smooth guy I am, I tried to create a sexy scene. I came through the front door and said, “hey, looks like you needed something fixed.” She said, “maybe.” I started looking around the house like a building inspector and said, “you here all alone? That doesn’t seem safe at all.” She said, “you’re ruining it.” I stared at her as I juggled the hammer back and forth between my hands and in my creepiest voice said, “a pretty girl like you should never be left all alone. It would be a shame for someone to hit you over the head with this hammer and do whatever they please with your body.”
She shook her head and said, “nope, I’m over it now. You’re an idiot. I’m going upstairs.” Then I recited Kendrick Lamar's infamous line, "girl, I know you want this D!!!" Sadly, I got no reply. Then I yelled, “wait! I needed someone to grease up my arms!" No response still. Take notes fellas, I just dropped some game on you.
TO CATCH A PREDATOR
I was watching the show To Catch a Predator on NBC. My favorite episode was when this guy walked into the house completely naked and Chris Hansen comes out and says, "grab that towel and sit down. What are you doing here? She’s fourteen." The naked man named Marvin nervously replied, "can I have a glass of water?" You know you’re about to hear some bull shit when someone stalls for time like that. I do the same thing with my girlfriend. She'll scream at me, "where you been all night?!!" I'll take a dramatic pause, look down, and say, "hold on, let me get a glass of water." As I begin to formulate an elaborate lie, which will inevitably get broken down like a cardboard box.
Marvin takes a sip and says, “What was the question again?” Chris Hansen doesn't seem impressed and asks, "Why are you naked?" Marvin answers with out hesitation, "I just got done tanning." Chris Hansen shakes his head, "Tanning huh? Let me ask you something, what did you bring with you?" Marvin confidently responds, "condoms and a whipped cream, but I always carry those just in case. Even when I’m just going to get gas." Chris Hansen sighs, "let me ask you something, what was the plan with the cat? I mean it says here in the transcripts of the chat room you wanted to have sex with her, while she's having sex with the cat and to use the whip cream?"
Marvin obviously has never owned any pets. Does this idiot have any idea what whipped cream would do to a cats fur? People like him make me sick. This story hits far too close to home...not because I have a daughter, but because I have a cat.
PISSING IN WINDEX
I remember being in high school playing that stupid game called "you won't." Where you dare someone to do something and say they won't do it. It applied to anything from you won't smack that pizza out of his hand, to you won't throw this cheeseburger across the quad. If you don't, then you're a bitch or something.
We were in my Algebra class with Mr. Krieger and he always used the overhead projector. Picture Charlie Sheen mixed with Kramer teaching a math class and that was him. He would spray a ton of Windex whenever he moved to the next problem. One day someone decided to play the "you won't" game and said to my friend Robi, "I bet you won't piss in Mr. Krieger's Windex bottle." Robi relied, "say I won't." You won't. Robi grabbed the Windex when Mr. Krieger's back was turned and went to the bathroom.
He was gone for a while, but I didn't think he would do it anyways. Robi finally gets back, sits down for a minute without saying anything, and then he pulls out from under his shirt the most Aqua Green bottle of Windex I had ever seen in my life. It was the color of a Tiffany's jewelry box. Actually, more like a lime green Otter Pop. He put it back next to the projector, as we anxiously waited. Mr. Krieger finally sprays it and we die laughing. Like true assholes the rest of class we kept raising our hands asking, "can you use more Windex? It's still hard to see with those smudges."
He kept spraying that Windex and wiping away with more enthusiasm than the ShamWow guy. The moral of the story- Always check to see if someone has pissed in your Windex before using it.
PARENTS THESE DAYS
I love realistic parents, the ones who say kids are horrible and I wish I didn't have any. Much better than other parents who lie about how great it is and post pictures with baggy eyes because you haven't slept or climaxed in years. The same parents when I mention a vacation always say, "Hawaii? This time of year? It's too hot." No it's not, you just can't go....and you hate the fact that you'll go to prison if you punch your bad ass kid.
YOUNG GUYS LIE
I remember when I was young and guys first started talking about sex. It's intimidating, all I knew was if I turned it to the Playboy channel on 68 and manually flipped back and forth between 69, you could hear the audio. On a good day you could even see a blurry titty.
Young boys are stupid and make shit up though. This one kid said, "First time I have sex I'm putting everything in...even the balls." Everyone in the circle agreed and looked at me. I put my hands in my pocket and lied, "Yeah for sure. You said the balls too, right Chris? Yup, I'm putting in everything as well."
Now that I'm older that is ridiculous, ain't nobody putting the balls in. Number one, it's rude. Number two, they wouldn't fit unless you had extremely narrow testicles, in which case you should probably get checked at your nearest medical provider immediately. Number three, how do you even ask that? "Hey babe, would it be cool if I put the balls in tonight?" She would emphatically answer, "No, that is not cool. Even if I said yes, then what? You're going to have to take them out the next thrust you idiot. Then they'll be cold. Is that what you want...cold balls?"
That question would inevitably get her sidetracked, "by the way is this pillow tempurpedic because it's hurting my neck? Why the hell do you have so many posters of Scarface? You know he dies in the end of that movie right? The scene where he's dancing with Michelle Pfeiffer is terrible, he has no rhythm at all. Why do you use magnum condoms, they're way too big? Looks like a god damn tube sock with no elastic on you. I gotta go, this isn't working. Hey, is it cool if I eat one of those Gala apples in your fridge?"
To which you reply, "They're not Gala, those are Fuji apples bitch."
Late Night Stranger
I was leaving a coffee shop late one night and saw a pretty girl walking by herself towards me down an alley. I have a younger sister, so it concerned me she was walking alone this late. When she got near me I said, "hey, you shouldn't be walking all alone at night. It's not safe." Then I realized what I looked like: jittery from 5 cups of coffee, wearing a backpack, and black hoodie down a dark alley. She looked at me terrified and took off running. Not the reaction I was looking for, I was just trying to help.
I thought great...she's gonna call the cops and they're never gonna believe I was just trying to give this girl sound advice. So naturally I freaked out and took off running down the alley in the opposite direction. Which in hindsight was probably not the best move, since it made me look more guilty. Until this day, I imagine her telling people about the time she almost got sexually assaulted by a Mexican looking asian guy.
Running Trail Serial Killer
I was running down a trail in San Diego that had a big curvy hill and led to what looked like a forest. I assumed if I kept running down the trail, I would 100% be attacked by a mountain lion.
Instead, I decided to work out by running up the hill with a big rock I found. As I was running up the hill with the rock over my head two women came around one of the curves, their dog barked at me, and they screamed. I thought, "holy shit, it looks like I'm trying to hit them with this rock. So I threw it down and said sorry." I thought, "I was here first...I'm being paranoid, but if I pick the rock back up and run down the hill it will look like I'm some psycho chasing them with it."
I decided to try running down the trail again, but nobody else was on it. I thought, "this would be the perfect place for a serial killer to murder someone." This crazy looking dude started walking down the trail towards me. I thought, "this dude ain't taking me to his basement, putting an apple in my mouth, and killing me. If he tries anything, I'm bashing his head in with that rock."
Knowing my luck, the two women would come walking back down the trail as I'm smashing his head in and they'd take off running. Then I'd have to chase them, covered in blood yelling, "it's not what it looks like! He was gonna kill me!"
RIDE TO SCHOOL
If I could go back in time I wouldn't change huge events in my life, I'd change small ones. Like the time I was a freshman riding my bike to school and a girl I knew was walking. I asked her if she wanted a ride, she said yes. She sat on the handle bars, but I wasn't strong enough and my forearms gave out. We kept falling over.
She finally got irritated and said,"lets switch." I put my head down in embarrassment as I sat on the handle bars, getting pumped by a girl as we rode down Truxel. It was at that moment I knew...I'd never be able sleep with this woman.
CROSSWALK
I was waiting at a crosswalk downtown and the light was red, but there wasn't any traffic. This younger Mexican guy jaywalked right past me and gave me a look of disgust. I felt like such a square for obeying the law. Feeling the pressure of having my manhood in question, I jaywalked too. Then he looked back at me and I know he was thinking, "that's right, follow a real man's lead you little bitch."
LOTTERY TICKET
I don't know if it's just me, but when I buy a Mega or Powerball lottery ticket it makes me a little more cocky. I only buy tickets when it's over 100 million. Why? Because $20 million isn't enough.
Anytime someone is rude to me, even if it's at a frozen yogurt shop in the back of my head I'll think, "just wait. You better hope these numbers in my pocket don't hit next Wednesday. I'll buy this place and fire your snobby ass. I'll turn this yogurt shop into a place that only sells pooka shell necklaces."
I strut around Safeway, "you peasants have no idea what's in my pocket do you? I'm finally gonna be able to buy that organic kale I always walk past. And those lemons, I can't wait to squeeze one of those organic lemons directly in my mouth and have it drizzle down my chest. It's too sour, but I don't care. I'll wash it down with a Voss water, just to make sure I'm being extra douchey that day."
PROTEST
My dad was leading a protest against a new budget released affecting people with mental disabilities. He had over 1000 people behind him marching towards the steps of the Capitol. As he got closer, he saw a smaller protest already happening where he was supposed to be.
He ran ahead to see what they were doing and it was an anti-circumcision protest. He thought, "oh no." He had over 1000 people walking towards the anti-circumcision protest chanting "No More Cuts! No More Cuts." He asked the anti-circumcision group if they could move and they replied, "no...this is a sign from God."