Monday, December 29, 2008

Brought to you by Panty Liners

This Christmas my sister gave me what I needed to redo my bathroom:





And my mother gave me what I needed for what I do in my bathroom:



Yes, she thinks she's hilarious. She also gave me really nice perfume, the painting that's hanging in my bathroom, and beautiful shoes--but I have to say the panty liners are what really made an impression.

Turns out panty liners aren't just for women's monthly extravaganza. They also serve other purposes that, thanks to my mother, I have had the opportunity to find:

  • Champagne glass koozie - While a pad may be appropriate to keep your Miller Lite chilled, Champagne is just too classy for that super absorbent nonsense. That's why I use Panty Liners, not just as a necessity, but as an accessory to any champagne glass.
  • Socks? Slippers? Shoes? Forget it. Why not just stick a couple of panty liners on the bottom of your feet? Not only will your feet be protected from the floor, but it will easily pick up any spills.
  • Sleeping Mask--this way the band around your head doesn't mess with your hair or give you a headache. Just peel and stick!
  • No outside drinks allowed in a movie theater? What about panty liners? Just soak that liner in your favorite soft drink, then once you're inside wring it out into a glass. Wallah!
  • Is that pot too hot for you? Don't waste your time going to get a pot holder. Just adhere a panty liner to each of your pot handles and you'll always get that pot roast out of the oven right on time.
  • How is it that I can spend all this time writing this blog, you ask? Because I have panty liners stuck to my mouse and my butt cheeks for comfort as I type this post.

Friday, December 05, 2008

"This Hurts!"

Even if you've already seen this, please rewatch and rewatch and rewatch this poor fat kid on a roller coaster as he thinks he's about to die. Funnier is the evil laugh of the woman next to him. As he screams "this hurts" while almost squeezing through the safety harness, he reminds me of constipation personified.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Finding Holly

When walking up to my place with two friends of mine after a night out, a girl was standing in front of my complex intently texting someone. Being the silly nerd I am, as I walked up to her I said, "Who are you texting?" I assumed my awkward joke would get a mean look in return. Instead, the girl immediately looked up at me and ever-so innocently and wide-eyed replied, "Holly," almost as if it was a question. As if she was asking me if it's okay.

Her response was so sweet and unnecessary that I have laughed every time I remember it. If I ever see you on the street, I'll reenact it for you. And if you are that girl, I think you should forget Holly and we should be friends.

Butt Shock

The bookkeeper at work just asked me, "Have you ever gotten shocked in your butt?"

I couldn't give her a straight answer because obviously she needed to be more specific.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

There's A Point...

I noticed this guy while I was working out the other day. He was on the treadmill in front of me and had a huge whole under his armpit in his shirt. At first I just glanced at him and thought, "Wow, time to retire that shirt." But as I studied him, I noticed even more about him. I didn't know whether to be repulsed or to be proud of him for wearing whatever he wanted and truly not caring. He looked like George Castanza but worse with his extremely thin, tight shirt tucked into his snug workout shorts. His shirt was so thin, that I could see the quilt of hair coating his back through his black shirt.

When he finished his workout, he turned and I caught a glimpse of the front of him. It looked like Wolverine had slashed his shirt and tufts of his grey chest hair were filtering out of the slashes all over his shirt.

So after seeing this man in dire need of new workout clothes, I searched and searched online and finally found this website that he may find useful: www.walmart.com