The Epiphany Cube
Brace yourself, I’m about to shock the world. I don’t know a lot about women. Sometimes, they even touch mind when they fumble with their own ignorance. Shocking I know.
I’ve always said a color blind child with no arms has a better chance of solving the Rubex Cube, than I have of figuring out how the female brain works.
I’m not going to go on a woman bashing tirade so relax. If anything, I’m going to explain how and why a plethora of guys (me included) become dumbfounded when we have a crush on someone. On occasion we even know the quest to win a woman over is Sisyphean at best, yet we journey on.
I recall one of the many times I was indulging myself with alcoholic beverages at my local tavern. For some reason I became the lucky one to hear one of the many drunks’ problems. Charming fellow, let’s just call him “Bennett” for shits and giggles. He went on and on about how much he was infatuated with this girl and no matter what he did, be it getting into better shape, or things he said to make her laugh, she wouldn’t give him the time of day. I was about to indulge in my twisted sense of humor until I realized I’ve done the same thing. Hell, who hasn’t? Read more…
I never understood interventions. What’s the point of being told you drink too much from a room full of reasons why you drink in the first place?
Posted: February 28, 2013 at 11:51 am | by Ryan
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Gangster Squad
I wont be watching Gangster Squad. Even though Emma Stone is disturbingly attractive. I have a thing for red heads… DON’T JUDGE ME!!
But I digress…
I could be wrong (I doubt it) but this movie seems to be pieced together from a plethroa of different gangster films. Perhaps Cliché Squad would have been a better title. Read more…
I never understood interventions. What’s the point of being told you drink too much from a room full of reasons why you drink in the first place?
Posted: January 8, 2013 at 9:44 am | by Ryan
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12/12/12: The Premonition
On this 12th month, 12th day, 12th hour, 12th minute, and 12th second, I will take an epic 12 inch shit, and flush the toilet 12 times.
Too many thoughts and not enough pennies…or toilet paper for that matter.
You’re welcome.
I never understood interventions. What’s the point of being told you drink too much from a room full of reasons why you drink in the first place?
Posted: December 12, 2012 at 10:18 am | by Ryan
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