I wasn't old enough to get drunk before cell phones existed,
but I imagine when you got wasted and wanted to bother someone you just
bothered the person closest to you. Cell
phones started this drunk dialing phenomenon almost instantly, making booty
calls and love confessions dangerously accessible. The only person who enjoys drunk dialing is
the drunk. Nobody cares what you have to
say at 4 a.m. when you can barely even walk much less construct a coherent
sentence.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Flattered by Flatulence
The
first glance. The first hand-hold. The first kiss. The first date. The first time.
There
are many important firsts in a relationship, but some are more meaningful than
others. My favorite first has got to be
the first fart.
The
first fart may or may not be intentional.
It could happen while sitting on a couch watching a movie and someone
lets one rip then laughs with a sort of pride about their own fart. This is usually the way that first farts
happen when you are in high school or dating college boys…or just immature men,
of which, I assure you I am an expert.
When you get older, wiser, more mature, and all the other good things
that supposedly come with age, the first fart usually happens in a different,
albeit, more embarrassing way. It may
happen on accident like when you are sitting on someone’s lap, and despite your
impressive sphincter control, you laugh too hard and it pops right out. It might happen because of that ethnic food
you insisted on trying for your date because you were trying to be exotic and
exciting.
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