Does she wear a top hat? Does she speak in a cockney accent? Does she use modern tech that looks like it was built during Victorian times?
Sounds like she is, but this top ten list can help you know for sure.
Yo. 2017. Time to get the green. BQB on the track like a flea on a dog’s back. Crank up the bass and let’s lay this shit down, ya heard?
Ahh, dating. It’s one of the great joys of life, unless your boyfriend is a wannabe rapper. He’s got the backwards hat. He’s got a few lyrics he’s scribbled down on some notebook paper. He yearns so badly to join ranks of Snoop, NWA, 50 Cent, and Eminem.
But let’s face it. He couldn’t rap his way out of a paper bag and you’ll be supporting him forever.
From BQB HQ in Fabulous East Randomtown, it’s the Top Ten Warning Signs Your Boyfriend Might Be a Rapper:
#10 – Begins Every Conversation With a Lead-In That Features the Year, Followed by What He Wants the Sound Technician to Do
YOU: Hun, what do you want for dinner?
HIM: Yo, yo, yo, 2017…don’t want no string beans. Put a little slick on this mic and we gonna lay this track down. Bring some motherfuckin’ pizza to town, know what I’m sayin’ cuz?
#9 – He Never Introduces You to His Friends…He Announces the Collaboration
YOU: Oh, hi hun. You didn’t tell me you were having friends over. Can you introduce me?
HIM: Yo, yo, yo, B-Money Steaze up in the house, gettin’ ready to blow the doors off this motha-fucka….yeah and Sticky Mark up on the track, gettin’ it all whack for your ears, now what I’m sayin’? Funk-ta-fied Freddy backin us up all day, everyday and Worldwide Miscreant stoppin’ by to get in on this shiznit, ya dope ass sucka!
#8 – So Many Backwards Hats
They’re easily convertible to frontwards hats but he just won’t listen, even after 30.
#7 – Always Offering You a Demo Tape…
…no matter how many times you tell him you’re not in the industry and can’t help him…or that no one uses cassettes anymore.
#6 – Always Talking About How Hard His Life Is/Was
HIM: Yo, yo, yo, growin’ up on the streets was no fun, bitches in my face wavin’ they gun, how I got out the hood is a wonder, all my dead homies be six feet under.
YOU: You were from Connecticut, dipshit.
#5 – Refers to Money as Stacks
BANK TELLER: And how would you like to cash this check sir?
HIM: Yo, yo, yo give me fat stacks, bitch!
#4 – Calls Everyone “Bitch”
You, your friends, your family, your dog, everyone.
GRANNY AT THANKSGIVING: Sonny, can you pass the gravy?
HIM: Aw, shit! Gravy comin’ all up in this motha-fucka, bitch!
#3 – Won’t Get a Day Job
Because he likes to keep it real. Rappable stories come from the streets, not from working 9-5 at Kinko’s, bitch.
#2 – Always Working On New Rhymes
All day, every day, his notebook is out and his pen is scribbling new lyrics. If only he could sell some.
#1 – Fights Are Like Rap Battles
YOU: You didn’t do the dishes!
HIM: Yo, yo, yo, bitch want me to do the dishes and now she mad, wants me to sleep with the fishes!
Hey 3.5 readers.
Please put down all 3.5 of your phones. No, seriously! This is a very important post and yes, you! Even you, .5th reader with your half a phone, stop texting!
Have you ever had a rude date? Perhaps a date who texted a little too much?
Well, one guy isn’t taking it lying down. According to CNN (and many other news outlets) a dude by the name of Brandon Vezmar has sued his date for $17.31, claiming that she texted too much on her phone during a showing of Guardians of the Galaxy, thus ruining the experience.
Do have questions? I do. Here’s mine:
#1 – Is this real? Is this some kind of publicity stunt?
#2 – Did he get rejected? Is this like a dude sticking up for every man who had to shell out money on a date only to get nowhere? (If so, God bless you sir. I’ve always felt there should be a law that if a woman rejects you, she should be required to refund all the money you spent on her during any and all dates within 30 days of the rejection or else be sentenced to life in solitary confinement. Come to think of it, I’m going to start working with President Trump to turn this into a Federal law.)
#3 – Is it me or does $17.31 seem steep for a film? Was it in IMAX? Was it for both tickets? Was popcorn involved? If it’s for both tickets, is he claiming that her texting ruined even his movie watching experience? Can he recover the cost of her ticket if she doesn’t feel her texting ruined her movie watching experience?
#4 – Is it rude to text during a date? I read that the woman claims she was texting a friend who needed her.
#5 – Do you think this guy is a hero to every man who was ever disrespected by a date? Or, should he have just sucked it up and realized that part of dating means eating the costs of dates that go nowhere?
Discuss, 3.5 readers.
Ahh, clowns. The children’s entertainers of yesteryear. Who knows when it became fashionable for adults to put on red wigs and paint their faces white in an effort to make children laugh? All we know is that it usual makes children cry.
Ladies, do you think it might be possible that you are dating a clown?
From BQB HQ in Fabulous East Randomtown, here are the Top Ten Warning Signs Your Boyfriend Might Be a Clown:
#10 – He acts like a clown.
Note that I’m not referring to “clown” as a synonym for “jerk” or “idiot.” So, yeah, if he forgets your birthday, you can call him a clown. However, that doesn’t mean he’s going to be entertaining anyone at the circus anytime soon.
#9 – Paints His Face White Everyday
This is a definite warning sign that he might be a clown, but then again he might also be an 18th Century French Aristocrat and forgot to tell you. Ask him whether or not it is advisable to tell poor people to eat cake. If his answer is “no,” then it’s highly probable that your boyfriend is a clown.
#8 – Has a Tiny Car
No, I’m not talking about a Honda Civic or a Toyota Corolla. I’m talking about a little tiny, wind-up toy car that somehow he not only fits himself into, but also twenty of his closest friends. Also, all of those friends look like clowns.
#7 – Has Red Hair
True, clowns have been known to wear red wigs. However, you don’t want to start an international incident with Ireland by running around, accusing every redhead you see of clownery.
#6 – Makes Balloon Animals
If he can make any balloon animal that’s more complicated than a snake (which is simply, a long balloon), then that’s a dead giveaway your boyfriend went to clown college. Balloon animal making is a very serious discipline, achieved only through six weeks of study at a small office in a seedy, rundown strip mall.
#5 – Has Big Floppy Shoes
He could be a clown but think back. Has he ever tried to sell you to desperate perverts? In that case, he’s probably not a clown. In fact, he’s probably a pimp. Clowns and pimps shop at the same oversized novelty shoe store. Everyone knows this.
#4 – Has a Red Nose
Maybe he’s a clown. Maybe he’s a heavy drinker. Hard to say.
#3 – Wears Loud, Crazy Colors and Patterns
See #5 vis a vis the possibility that he might either be a clown or a pimp. Clowns and pimps also shop at the same clothing stores.
#2 – Rides a Tiny Tricycle
It’s entirely possible that this might mean your boyfriend is a clown but then again, have you seen the gas prices these days? I’m surprised everyone isn’t riding around on a tiny tricycle!
#1 – He Threw a Pie in Your Face
A pie in your face is usually the first unequivocal warning sign a woman gets in order to wake her up to the new reality that her boyfriend is a clown. However, keep in mind that a) your boyfriend might just be very clumsy and didn’t throw the pie at your face on purpose or b) he did throw the pie at your face on purpose, but not because he’s a clown but because he wants to break up with you. In case of option b, thank your boyfriend for, in these confusing times where couples rarely communicate well with each other, your boyfriend has chosen to end things with a pie in your face. Nothing says, “it’s over” like a mug full of custard.
HONORABLE MENTION: Sings, “doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo doo doo” during intimate moments. He could be a clown or he could just be very excited.
Oh Hollywood. You’re always making men look so much better than we are, thus letting women down whenever we fart or burp or do something that doesn’t live up to your ultra high standards.
Is your girlfriend way too addicted to Romance Movies? Check this fabulous list to be sure.
Oh joyous Yuletide. This is the time of year for couples to take a moment to let each other know how they truly feel about one another.
But men, no matter how loudly your girlfriend may shout her lack of interest in material possessions, if you leave a junky gift under her tree on Christmas Eve, then your tree will be incredibly lonely in the new year.
From BQB HQ in fabulous East Randomtown, it’s the Top Ten Gifts You Shouldn’t Buy Your Girlfriend for Christmas:
#10 – Blender, Mixer, Iron, Washing Machine, Other Household Appliances
Hmm. A dilly of a pickle here. If she’s actually expressed an interest in a particular appliance, then go for it but only, ONLY if you also get her something else awesome in addition to said appliance.
WOMAN: I love to bake! Baking is my life! I wish I had an electric mixer so I could make more cookies!
MAN: Here’s a mixer…
WOMAN: I hate you!
MAN: And a pair of ridiculously expensive earrings!
WOMAN: I don’t hate you as much now!
WOMAN: I never bake. What the hell is this mixer for? Are you trying to imply I should be a subservient kitchen slave, that my only purpose in life is to bake cookies to shove into your hideous, misogynistic caveman suckhole?!
MAN: Um, it was shiny and on sale?
WOMAN: Sleep on the floor forever!
Remember, in either case, and especially in the latter case, the household appliance should not be THE ONLY gift.
Come to think of it, even in the case where she REALLY wants that mixer (i.e. cooking/baking is her life and she keeps Rachel Ray on her DVR), you might want to wait until January just in case. Make it look like you were just being thoughtful and it had nothing to do with Christmas.
Actually, you know what, just get her a bag of diamonds and a pony and a tiara and then if she really wants you to get her a household appliance of any kind, tell her that she’s going to have to submit that request in the form of a signed, notarized in triplicate letter. Two impartial witnesses of upstanding moral character will also be required to confirm in a video that she asked for a household appliance.
#9 – That Damn Tub of Three Flavored Popcorn
It’s the ultimate gift you get when you get invited to a party held by someone you sort of like, but don’t really.
You know, I’m talking about that guy who you’re like, “Eh I’ve known him a long time so I don’t want to skip his Christmas party but if he gets hit by a bus tomorrow I’m not taking a day off for his funeral.”
Stores put these addictive snack canisters right out front over the holidays because they’re cheap and allow you to say that you cared enough to bring something to the party.
And yes, you did bring something to the party…THE GODDAMN HARBINGER OF THE EBOLA VIRUS!
People love popcorn. Especially the cheese corn. Or the caramel corn. Or maybe you’re a buttery traditionalist. Either way, by the end of that party, a minimum of five hundred and ninety seven hands are going to be shoved deep inside the bowels of that tub.
Statistically speaking, it will be highly unlikely that any of those hands will be washed, thus that three flavored tub of popcorn with Santa’s face on it will turn into a petri dish filled to the brim with bacteria, germs and contagion.
Bottomline – you don’t want to bring this tub to your worst enemy’s home, let alone your girlfriend’s humble abode. Also, since those tubs usually don’t cost more than five bucks if that, your babe is going to think you are a big time cheapskate (as soon as she’s done being treated for popcorn induced Ebola virus).
#8 – Gift Cards
Yeah, I get it. You realized this is all just one big giant mind game, so you flipped over the board, scattered the pieces all over the room and decided not to play anymore.
“Here babe. I pay just enough attention to know what your favorite stores are but not enough to know what you’d want.”
Essentially, this is borderline treating your gal like a prostitute. “Here’s a down payment on another year’s worth of nookie.”
I’ll just throw it out there though. If you are confident that the gift you actually put time and effort into selecting will pass muster, than tossing in a gift card might sweeten the pot enough that she might (I stress might) forgive you if the actual gift you got turns out to be all wrong.
(SPOILER ALERT: Your gift will no doubt be wrong no matter what).
At any rate, like that mixer you got your baker girlfriend, a gift card can’t be the only gift.
#7 – Perfume
This is a real roll of the dice. If she’s always raving about a fancy perfume, you might get her a bottle…but know how your girlfriend’s mind works (I know, that’s like asking a man to know how the atom is split or how the universe came into being, but give it your best guess).
Imagine yourself giving your girlfriend the perfume. If you honestly can’t imagine her taking this gift as a sign that you think she stinks like a back alley dumpster, then go ahead and get her that trendy bottle of Eau du Ooo la la.
Otherwise, you might want to just skip out on this one.
#6 – Fitness Equipment
Exercise bikes. Treadmills. Weights. Elliptical machines. Even if she is a fitness nut and a professional athlete, she’ll beat you within an inch of your life if she comes downstairs to find a gift shaped like a paper wrapped stationary bike under the tree.
Seriously dude. You might as well just hand her a card that reads, “I think you are a big fatty fat fatty so lose some weight or my magnificent junk and I are taking our business elsewhere, fatty.”
MEN: But BQB, she actually asked me for an exercise bike. She feels this would help her with her regular fitness routine. She’s even made a point of printing out information about her top bike choices for my perusal.
And I’ve got a bridge in Brooklyn I’d like to sell you for a song, you big league sucker!
Do not buy your girlfriend fitness equipment, even with a signed, notarized in triplicate request letter, and even if she holds a gun to your head unless you want to be dumped like yesterday’s trash.
MEN: But BQB, if I don’t get her the exercise bike she asked for, she complain about it on Christmas.
“Honey, this diamond encrusted necklace is lovely but you forgot my exercise bike.”
Yes, she might hit you with that, but in that case, just tell her that you are an idiotic dumb ass man and all the various bells and whistles on the bikes were much too confusing so you got her a diamond encrusted necklace instead but you plan to take her to the bike store at her convenience so she can select her favorite one.
Why will you take this approach? Because you’ll never win with fitness equipment, even with specifically asked for fitness equipment, but you also won’t win by pointing out that she’d be mad about getting fitness equipment because (follow me here) in the moment when she does not get fitness equipment, she doesn’t realize she’d be mad if she got it. She would only actually get mad if she got it. Since she didn’t get it, she just assumes you are a buffoon that didn’t listen to her.
You’re not getting out of this without some kind of black mark on your boyfriend record, but trust me, “buffoon” is better than the beating you’ll take after all her girlfriends work her up when they have a cry-in session and burn effigies of you while they take turns cursing your name and your decision to buy her fitness equipment for Christmas.
But if she doesn’t bring it up, you don’t bring it up. (Just throwing it out there. That’s good advice on literally everything that will ever happen throughout your entire relationship).
#5 – Framed Photos of the Two of You
Adorable and says you really love the idea of the two of you together, but it can’t be the only gift. If you decide to get this as one of many gifts in order to show you’re a romantic or something, be sure to pick a photo of her that she likes. She must have said no less than three times that she likes the photo in question before having it printed and framed.
#4 – Electronic Equipment of Any Kind
Women don’t give a shit about giant TVs and HD TVs and HDMI cables and Xboxes and so on. (Well, my Video Game Rack Fighter does but she’s a rarity).
She will instantly see this for what it is…a gift for you.
#3 – Gifts That Are Really For You
Yes, it would be awesome to be the proud owner of an ATV or a jet ski or one of those frigging jet packs that you can take to a lake and user water to fly, but if you see yourself using it more than she will, then it is a gift for you and she will see through this.
Lingerie will also be considered a gift for you. Unless she’s a Cinemax actress (that joke worked better in the 1990s) she probably doesn’t walk around in lingerie all day or think that putting on a skimpy outfit that involves 900 straps and snaps is particularly comfortable and/or a benefit to her wardrobe.
#2 – Animals
Personally, I’ve noticed a lot of women like animals. Cats. Dogs. I’ve met a lot of women who are really into enormous, two-hundred pound dogs and whenever I meet such women I want to dress up like Dr. Freud and sit them down on my couch and get them to admit that they are really into enormous dogs because they see gigantic dogs as obedient men they can love and punish at will and on their own timetable.
Hmm. That theory actually deserves a post on its own. At any rate, don’t get your woman a pet.
First, maybe she doesn’t like pets. If you give a person who doesn’t like pets a pet, they’re going to think, “Well, why don’t you just take a giant dump on every square inch of my home and save me the trouble.”
I mean, if she really, really, really wants a pet then you could get her a pet but again, you’re going to need the notarized request letter. Otherwise, when the pet inevitably turns out to be a crazed, psychopathic furniture humping rug pooping nightmare beast, she will go on and on about “your brilliant idea” to buy a pet and all those times when she made googly eyes at that proverbial puppy in the window will be long forgotten.
In either case, whether she’s a pet lover or a pet hater, whether the pet was her idea or yours, you will be the asshole walking that furry little pooping machine at 3 a.m. in the middle of a rain storm so…just keep that shit in mind before you get that pet.
#1 – Jewelry, Flowers, or Anything, Really
You’d think jewelry or anything traditionally girly would be a safe bet but even this will most likely be frowned upon. It might be your safest bet, but she’ll just view you as lacking imagination.
Come to think of it, that brings me to…
BONUS SECTION: THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN WIN
Yup. There’s no way to win here.
Men are simple, logical creatures. Want to make us happy? Bake us a cookie and touch our disgusting nether regions once in a blue moon and we’ll be happy.
Sure, some of us like to rant and rave about how if only our current girlfriends weren’t holding us back, we could be with women who would bake us cookies and touch our disgusting nether regions 24/7 but literally only ten men in the entire world are handsome and/or wealthy and/or intelligent enough to actually make that shit happen in real life.
The rest of us have just given in to the grim reality that if we take enough abuse for long enough, our women might let us get a pity boob honk in once per presidential administration.
THE AVERAGE MALE EXPERIENCE:
1996: Bill Clinton – “I feel your pain.”
HUSBAND: Can we uh…
WIFE: (ROLLS EYES): Ugh, I guess so.
2000 – George W. Bush – “Strategery!”
HUSBAND: Think it might be time to uh…
WIFE: Ugh, just get it over with.
2004: George W. Bush – “Mission Accomplished!”
HUSBAND: Babe, isn’t it time to…
WIFE: Yeah, yeah just keep the light on so I can read my book.
2008: Barack Obama – “Hope and Change.”
HUSBAND: I hope to change that uh…
WIFE: Yeah, whatever.
2012: Barack Obama – “Look, here’s the deal.”
HUSBAND: Look, here’s my…
2016: Donald J. Trump – “Grab her by the…”
HUSBAND: What say I grab that…
WIFE: You’ve grabbed enough for twenty years, pervert!
At any rate, women are mysterious. They have no idea what they want but they feel you should. You can’t get them nothing. You have to get them something.
But just keep in mind that whatever you get will be wrong.
Get her a house? The shutters are the wrong color.
Get her a car? She wanted a different one.
Get her an island? She wanted an archipelago.
Damn women and their love of archipelagoes.
The point is that if you at least avoid the obvious pitfalls like fitness equipment, kitchen equipment and tubs of popcorn, then you have a small (very small) chance of preventing Christmas from turning into World War III.
Just do what I do every year. I just lie down under the tree and curl myself up into the fetal position and when Video Game Rack Fighter comes downstairs, I throw my wallet at her and shout, “Please! Please! Just get yourself something and free my mind from this virtual hell!”
It totally works…to an extent. Like I said, perfection is impossible and therefore should not be your goal. Just try to do as little damage to your ability to get your disgusting nether regions touched once every four years.
Four more years! Four more years! Four more years!
3.5 readers, do you have any ideas on what to get a woman for Christmas? Discuss in the comments.
Hey 3.5 readers.
A real noodle scratcher for you.
Do you think that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?
Allow me to submit the rare counterargument to this tired old cliche:
I know. You’re all like, “But BQB you can remember the good times!”
Yeah, but our human minds and spirits are weak and we inevitably question ourselves over and over again on what we could have done differently in order to have not lost our love.
That’s torture the psyche just doesn’t need. Thus, all those late nights spent wondering what you could have done to have made your ex happy aren’t worth all of those memories of holding hands and going on long walks on the beach with your ex. If anything, those memories make you feel worse.
Ergo, I posit to you 3.5 readers that…
…it is better to have never loved than to have loved and lost.
Argh! Oh no! BQB went against the grain!
Yup. That’s me. Fight the power, baby.
What say you, 3.5?
(Special thanks to the Yeti for letting me out of my cage long enough to write this).
Thanks to the knowledge packed books he keeps on his bookshelf (which he occasionally even reads) Bookshelf Q. Battler is a world renowned expert on most things.
Recently, he’s used his uncanny brain power to help his 3.5 readers learn the warning signs they need to recognize in order to keep their love boat from running aground.
Is your girlfriend a ninja?
Is your boyfriend a conspiracy theorist?
Is your girlfriend a zombie?
Is your boyfriend a hipster?
Hold onto your butts, for BQB will be reblogging them all..now!
Fear not, 3.5 readers. Jake Dashing continues to file his pop culture mystery reports.
I’m just so bogged down with all my work here at Bookshelf Q. Battler Headquarters that I never have time to edit and post them.
I really need to hire an assistant.
I head a rumor though that after being told to pound sand one too many times by Attorney Donnelly, Jake has set his sights on a lady detective who he shares some uh, let’s say, “personality traits” with.
Here the mystery woman is, with the Top Ten Things Your Girlfriend Might Say About You if She Were a Classic Film Noir Detective.
(Translated from English to Film Noir Speak.)
10. ENGLISH: Babe, you left the bathroom a mess!
FILM NOIR SPEAK: Another day, another dollar and another twenty-four hours closer to meeting my maker. I gave up on a perfect life long ago but call me crazy, I feel like even a gal like me has a right to five minutes of peace alone in the powder room.
Sigh. No such luck. I open the door and find the floor covered with enough water to float the Titanic, which is ironic, because the floor is also littered with enough towels to soak up the Pacific Ocean.
I need to think. I go to the sink and turn on the faucet, hoping a splash of cool water on my face will subdue my burning rage. No such luck. The sink is filled with a twisted concoction of whisker hairs, shaving cream, and toothpaste.
Just what ever gal wants. A furry viscous fluid waiting for her. Lucky me.
Thirty seconds with a washcloth would have spared my eyes from this sight. What’s the skinny on this palooka? Is he stupid? Rude? Was he born in a barn? Raised by hobos?
Is this some kind of bizarre power play? Leave a mess to see if the little woman will clean it up?
Or is he just that obtuse that he doesn’t notice things like this?
Speaking of noticing things, out of the corner of my eye I spot that the toilet is filled with more skid marks than the Indy 500 race track.
Men. Can’t live with ’em. Sorry. There isn’t a second verse to that old song and dance number.
9. ENGLISH: I love you.
FILM NOIR TRANSLATION: Love. That and a plug nickel will buy you a cup of coffee, but at least you never have to worry about your java sprouting legs and walking away.
Men, on the other hand, have a bad habit of becoming gold medal marathon runners when you least expect it. There one day, gone the next, the only memories he leaves you with are his silhouette against the moonlight as he makes a beeline for the door and that old familiar throbbing in your ticker…
Then again, it could just be gas.
8. ENGLISH: I wish you’d take me somewhere nice.
FILM NOIR TRANSLATION: There’s a part of me that wants to dance. Not that I’m a spritely ballerina type mind you but the madcap irony of life is that the less you have of it, the more you want to embrace it. Rattling around in the back of my mind like so many marbles shot by the kid with the best aggie in school are images of myself as a wrinkled up old broad, wrapped up in a shawl, rocking away in my wheelchair, cursing myself for not having danced more in my youth.
I owe it to that old gal to trip the light fantastic fella, so either cut a rug with me or I’ll find someone who will.
7. ENGLISH: I baked you cookies.
FILM NOIR TRANSLATION: Sweets. They’re one of the many cruel jokes played on us by the man upstairs.
Surely you’ve realized by now that the Almighty has a peculiar sense of humor, right?
Cookies are delicious, but too many and you’ll end up looking like the love child of Fatty Arbuckle and King Kong.
Making whoopee is an equally pleasant pastime, but pick the wrong person and you’ll end up with some kind of dirty social disease. You know, the kind that makes your privates shrivel up, turn green, and that’s only if you’re lucky.
Still, everything in moderation is the way to go, so here are some cookies. One a day makes the blues go way.
Two a day will make me go away.
Make your choice, Jack.
6. ENGLISH: Do these jeans make my butt look big?
FILM NOIR TRANSLATION: Sizes are like opinions. They vary greatly depending where you go, and they all leave you feeling like you’re going to explode.
In this case, I feel like there’s going to be an ass explosion. I’m not about to share my size with you, Nosebox McGee, but let’s just say I’ve always fit in the same number except for today, as I tried a new boutique where apparently it’s the company creedo that everyone should have an ass flatter than everyone thought the pre-Columbus world was.
I can tell you’re burning a hole in the back of my jeans with your lustful eyes, because like bathroom cleanliness, subtlety has never been your strong suit.
So make like a tipped over milk carton and spill, Jack. Is it round like a candy apple or does it look like it’s got its own gravitational pull?
5. ENGLISH: You forgot my birthday, jerk.
FILM NOIR TRANSLATION: Time. Oh how that relentless son of a bitch enjoys teasing me. Taunting me. Yanking days off the calendar of my life with reckless abandon, leaving me with little more than fuzzy memories of cheap men and even cheaper vodka.
Eighteen. Twenty-one. All the best birthdays are gone now. What’s left to celebrate to celebrate now other than being one year closer to shaking hands with Mr. Grim Reaper himself?
Now there’s a celebrity whose autograph you don’t want.
Still, it’s perfectly normal for anyone with a pulse to feel a burning desire to be remembered. In the end, when all is said and done, when the last clump of dirt is heaped on our graves and the undertaker collects his due, all we are to the people we leave behind is the sum total of the memories they carry with them in their minds.
And apparently, my fella isn’t carrying many thought drops about me in his brain bucket.
I saw a bum shivering on a park bench this morning. Cold. Alone. Forgotten. Cared for by no one.
Whenever my man screws up like this, it’s hard not to see myself as ending up just ike that lowdown vagrant one day.
Cold. Alone. Forgotten. Cared for by no one.
Thanks a lot, Jack.
4. ENGLISH: Let’s move in together.
TRANSLATION: Space. I have it. You have it. Who needs it? Let’s live in the now and share the cow. My milk. Your milk. Who cares whose gullet it goes down when it all comes out yellow anyway?
Splitting digs is always a big step in any relationship. And sure, it might turn out to be the step that lands our feet on an emotional land mine that blows our psyches to kingdom come.
Then again, it could also be the step that leads us to the American Dream. A nice house with a front yard, a white picket fence, three kids, a dog, and our very own shared subscription to Better Homes and Gardens.
Mull it over, palooka. For as Custer said on the way to his last stand, “What’s the worst that could happen?”
3. ENGLISH: I forgive you for (whatever dumb thing you did recently.)
FILM NOIR TRANSLATION: They say love is blind but in my case, she must have had her eyes gouged out with rusty razors because despite all the strike marks you’ve got against you, you’re still aces in my book, bub.
2. ENGLISH: We should get married.
FILM NOIR TRANSLATION: Here we are, two dopes stuck on a big blue marble, our lives as insignificant as a couple of ants to the shoe of a random passerby.
Call me naive. Call me crazy. Call me late for dinner but I love ya, ya big lug. There, I said it. Write it down, rubber stamp it, set it in a frame and hang it on the wall for the whole world to see.
Sure, we could end up crashing in flames like the Hindenburg but we might just circumnavigate the globe like Lucky Lindy. We’ll never know until we flap our wings and take that leap.
There’s no one I’d like to take that leap with more than you, see?
FILM NOIR TRANSLATION: Alright, buster. Clean the wax out of your ears and listen up.
You and I are over. We’re done. Kaput. It’s like seeing the final credits roll at the end of a three hour Judd Apatow film. I feel depressed that I wasted my time yet elated that this bullshit is finally out of my life now.
Take a long walk off a short pier, palooka. Dumpsville just held an election and you’re the Mayor, the Alderman, and the dog catcher all rolled into one.
Aww, pipe down with the waterworks, see? Like my Aunt Edna’s underpants, a crying man is a sight no one wants to see.
It’s the discipline that provides the answers to our most vexing questions about the world we live in. Ironically, with every question scientists answer, new inquiries pop up every day.
Most scientists are reputable members of the community, dedicated to following strict rules and procedures.
However, there are some scientists who dare to dabble in the depths of depravity that few are willing to tread.
As part of his penance for “accidentally” causing a zombie outbreak in East Randomtown last summer, Dr. Hugo Von Science has assisted the Bookshelf Battle Blog in creating this list of the Top Ten Warning Signs Your Boyfriend Might Be a Mad Scientist:
10. Foreplay consists of him dropping his pants and shouting, “IT’S ALIVE…IT’S ALIVE!”
9. His home decor consists of:
8. Wears a white lab coat everywhere. Dinner? Lab coat. The opera? Lab coat. The lab? Lab coat.
7. Never takes his goggles off, even when his eyes aren’t in danger of being stabbed, exploded, poisoned, scratched, electrocuted, or otherwise harmed. You’ve never even seen his eyes before because he was wearing those goggles when you met him.
6. Hobbies include: snorkeling, horseback riding…and threatening world leaders to turn over their treasuries to him lest the world be destroyed by his latest invention.
5. He borrowed your credit card. This month’s bill includes charges for:
The moon laser base, enormous drill, and nuclear warheads didn’t strike you as odd but it seemed unusual to you that lab monkey food could be charged to your credit card so easily.
4. His laugh starts out slowly, quietly. Then it builds…and builds…into a maniacal crescendo.
YOU: And then my co-worker Rachel said, “Forget the giblets, I’ll take the whole turkey!”
YOUR MAD SCIENTIST BOYFRIEND: Ha. Haha. Ha ha ha…HA HA…MUAH HA HA HA HA!!!
3. You’ve grown so accustomed to the sound of explosions coming from your basement that you’re able to sleep right through them.
2. Has a well-organized brain collection in his lab. Labels include:
NOTE: We don’t want to tell you how to live your life but it is highly suggested that you run if you ever see a jar marked, “Ex-girlfriend brain.”