Woof! All that nastiness with the church got us a little riled up, so let’s tone it down a bit, shall we? In fact, let’s tone it down a lot and have a laugh…at your expense.
No, no, we’re not going to be making fun of you. (Although, there are a few readers out there that deserve a bit of needling. You know who you are.) You’ll be making fun of yourselves.
Remember those embarrassing moment columns in Cosmo – don’t pretend like you don’t know what we’re talking about, you old ‘mos, we’ve all read them – well we want to do that, too. Only gay.
We’ll start: back when we used to venture into the world of the living, we tried spitting game at this fine ass man, but no matter how suave we got, he just wasn’t interested. In fact, he looked repulsed. Discouraged, we excused ourselves and slinked off to the bathroom for a cry. As we lurched toward the stall, we caught a reflection of ourselves in the mirror and saw the source of his revulsion: we had a bloody tampon hanging from our nose from our coke binge the night before! Oh no! How embarrassing!
How about we take this to the next level?
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Okay, so that didn’t happen, but it could have. Maybe it even happened to you. If so – and if even if not – send us your tales and we’ll post the most shameful, awkward, and cringeworthy of the bunch. Think of it as collective therapy.
Mike V.
Many years ago, not long after the movie “The Big Chill” had come out–thus making “Heard It Through The Grapevine” a big hit again–I was in THE video bar in NYC, Uncle Charlie’s on Greenwich Avenue.
As I leaned against the bar, the video for “Grapevine” was playing on the monitors. In the video, set in a high school library during study hall, a hot guy dances up a storm with his girl. Although I was definitely not him, I consciously tried to contort my skinny, lanky self–making the most of the dim lighting–hoping that I might look enough like that dancer so that the three guys standing next to me might actually think I was him. (Okay, okay, I was really young and really stupid.)
Just as I felt I had contorted enough to actually achieve the mere illusion of a chest, I heard one of those 3 guys say to guy immediately next to me, “Oh, so you got to work with Carrie in this one. You two look great dancing together.”
Yes, the guy with his back to me WAS the actual dancer in the video, and of course we looked nothing alike. Y’know, it’s infinitely harder to be mistaken for someone (who you don’t really look like) when they are standing right next to you.
I went home, laughing at my idiocy all the way.
jack e. jett
look at this picture and scroll down and look at clay akin..then scroll back an look at this monkey.
do this three times, shut your eyes for two minutes,
then open them…and you will see jesus.
i kid you not.
jack e. jett
http://www.jackejett.com