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Friday, February 27, 2009

Say what? Man dies of overdose from Viagra, but...

Here's a story for ya...

Man dies of an overdose from Viagra because he's an idiot. Er, because he made a bet with two women. I'm sure men everywhere will blame this on the two chicks who bet the guy couldn't satisfy them for half a day.

Apparently, the guy managed to win the bet (12 hours of nonstop screwing?) but, unfortunately, just moments after he passed the happy time limit--and won, get this FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS, he keeled over.

The silly thing is probably the part where the reporter mentions that the women think the walnuts and ice cream he ate were partially to blame.

Now, as you probably have figured out by now, I am clueless on a lot of things in this world, and every day is filled with new surprises...but dammit, somebody should've told me walnuts and ice cream are aphrodisiacs. I mean, I've heard about oysters (ick, not my kind of thing) and chocolate (which gets all my rave reviews) but...

Honestly, I am NEVER gonna feel guilty about eating ice cream again. Every spoonful I slide into my sweet little mouth is gonna get an "Mm" and the quiet thought that I am doing my part in gearing up for my next sexual encounter.

It may even be a good way to get our men to hand deliver and spoon feed us. Who knows? may be shocked to hear me say this part...I'm just gonna leave the nuts out of this...this time.

But chocolate and whipped cream and...wait...I'm too old to have a cherry. (Dammit, I knew something was missing in this picture!)

Backin up here a moment (pun intended!)...the guy was a russian. I'm just wondering if anyone of you lurkers can recommend russians personally? Is that too much to ask, or should I just go and put a spoon in my ice cream and leave the world alone...?

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Posted by CarysWeldonblog :: 11:44 AM :: 3 Comments:

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I don't know an Russians' just a Pollock.. And they are the very best.
How's it going??? You still need to get on facebook..I spend too much time there now..Hooking up with a lot of friends. Not from my school, I guess most aren't into the Internet thing.
I have been working on a lot of computers. We don't babysit much anymore so it looks like I will be able to spend the whole summer with David which will be just great. I will miss Kay but she can come out and visit me. And bring sophie.


By Blogger Brenda, at 4:33 PM  

I DID make a facebook page the other day, but I don't remember what I made for my login or password. I'm gonna have to play around with it to see if I can figure out what I've done. I usually try to do that thing they say you shouldn't--keep my logins and passwords pretty much the same. I change them from time to time. You know, systematically go through and change them all--in case I gave someone the key to my world...which I sometimes do when I'm needing help.

I wish I was as amazing as you at computers, Brenda.

Hey, gimme an update on Steve. He's doing well?

Ock. I gotta go. I'm treating myself to total stupidity, watching Jerry Springer. Hot Headed Hookers. It's fixin to get nasty here. The pimp is fighting with his best prostitute's brother, who wants her to quit. (Well, okay, it's more of a bitch slap fest than anything else. hehehe It's too funny.)

(Serious face here) But, of course, prostitution isn't funny. It's exploitation of women.

Oh, wait. This is too funny. The pimp and the other brother got peeled apart by the Steve bouncer lookalike. So, now the pimp says, "Man, you need to come work for me. You lookin' good in them tight pants."

It's too funny. The guy says, "Well, maybe I will."

Then Jerry says, "Really? Well, maybe you forgot why you're here. Let's bring your sister out now."

She's wearing one of those in-style micro-mini dresses. I gotta ask...does anybody know how girls manage to wear those without flashing snatch? Or panties, or whatever they've got down there?

By Blogger CarysWeldonblog, at 10:35 AM  

Oh, yeah. Does the campground you go to, where you're the hosts...does it have a tenting area? Give us all directions. (Or you can email me if you don't want to post it here.)

You never know. We might show up and do a marshmallow and weeny roast. Note: I put the marshmallows first!

Ah, man. Now I want to barbecue and it's only 33 degrees here. I wonder if I can talk my son into starting the grill.

We used to have a cool park grill, but it rusted through. We had it 15 years in Nevade and it looked brand new. Barely got it out here and it rotted through the bottom plate. Then we got a propane grill but, hm, not sure what happened to it. Probably the same thing. So, now we've pulled the smoker out of the shed to use it. Already, the bottom smoker pan is rusted through for the rain--because we don't ever put anything away. (Sigh.)

By Blogger CarysWeldonblog, at 10:40 AM  

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