I bought one but I’m almost afraid to eat it. (Taken with instagram)
I bought one but I’m almost afraid to eat it. (Taken with instagram)
I thought I reblogged this but apparently I did not. By far my favorite You Can’t Hire Me post yet, though some of his other recent ones have been pretty damn funny too.
Educational rap about Ganesh AND comic books. I’m melting over here!
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I thought this was going to be one of those stupid women’s magazine-esque articles on “how to keep your man happy!!!!” but this was actually a really inspiring read with great advice for marrieds of all ages.
My favorite:
All the crap you read in magazines about honesty, sense of humor, communication, sensitivity, date nights, couples weekends, blah blah blah can be trumped by one word: loyalty. You and your spouse are a team of two. It is you against the world. No one else is allowed on the team, and no one else will ever understand the team’s rules. This is okay. The team is not adversarial, the team does not tear its members down, the team does not sabotage the team’s success. Teammates work constantly to help and better their teammates. Loyalty means you put the other person in your marriage first all the time, and you let them put you first. Loyalty means subverting your whims or desires of the moment to better meet your spouse’s whims or desires, with the full understanding and expectation that they will be doing the same. This is the heart of everything, and it is a tricky balance. Sometimes it sways one way and sometimes the other. Sometimes he gets to be crazy, sometimes it’s your turn. Sometimes she’s in the spotlight, sometimes you. Ups and downs ultimately don’t matter, because the team endures.
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well said.
I love this more than I can even say.Reblogging because I have seen what happens when this isn’t allowed to happen in a marriage. That’s not a marriage. It’s management.
Also, because of reasons.
7. Have kids. Are you joking? So I guess I should give myself an extra pat on the back for managing 15 years without popping out a mini-me? Or does it make me less of a person?
Stupid list is stupid.
That being said, I always bitch to his mom, and she is always on my side, heh. Part of our pact is I get them in the divorce
Just a little side note. All of the other steps include five or more sentences and many examples. This is her quote from the article on having children:
Kids stop you from being as crazy as you want to be. Because when you have kids, you can’t be that crazy.
For example, when I had kids, I stopped smoking.
That’s it.
Okay. I assume you consider inhaling a combination of somewhat toxic chemicals into your body as “crazy,” but I feel that you are neglecting to mention that having children is an incredible strain on a marriage and well, kind of crazy.
You have sleepless nights and you are constantly elbows deep in shit and/or vomit. You may have a colicky baby and you may have to deal with postpartum depression. Your sex life and freedom go out the window as well, for a little while at least. There is a huge financial strain and the thing can’t be left alone for years!
I mean, it’s great when you want children, but it’s a little fucking crazy, don’t you think?
Also, I want to throw this out there. There is a slight divorce rate within the first five years of marriage , about 10% or so. That number jumps up to 30% by the 18th year of marriage and peaks at 40% when the couple reaches their 50’s.
Children may make you stay married for longer, but they won’t fill that void inside that is telling you that you’re miserable in the marriage. Find another reason to stay married.
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monday replied to your photo: Remember the garlic that I kind of let go in my…
I think it’s so cute that rabbits are helping your garden.
About two years ago, I had daisies planted in my garden, which was a mistake because rabbits LOVE daisies apparently.
Then about a week or two after that plant was eaten, I found five or so baby bunnies nesting in my garden. Needless to say, I wasn’t so pissed off anymore.
Remember the picture of my baby strawberry I posted way back when? This is it.
Tonight’s theme: Remember way back when etc., etc.,
Remember the garlic that I kind of let go in my cabinet? This is it.
I thought rabbits had eaten it a few days after planting, but it turns out that they just shoved some more dirt on top of it.
This would most definitely work on anyone ever.
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David Lynch recently told the Huffington Post that for years, in addition to the massive quantity of coffee he drank in diners, the filmmaker also gulped down more than 20 cups of instant coffee (specifically out of Styrofoam cups) a day. Everyone knows instant coffee is fucking disgusting, including Lynch, but his mantra is “Any coffee is better than no coffee.”
Lynch recently released his own signature blend of coffee beans in House Blend, Decaf French Roast, and Espresso Roast varieties, and because I am Super Fan No. 1, I ordered a five-pound bag of the House Blend and set out to see if I could drink 20 cups of the stuff in one day just like my hero.
I figured my little experiment would go OK because, like Lynch, I love coffee in an obsessive way. But as I discovered, jumping from three cups a day to 20 is something that needs to be done gradually. I made it to 11 before I had to stop and switch over to chewing ice cubes and taking handfuls of aspirin to calm my burning stomach and throbbing head. The other major side effect was having to “go to the bathroom” in ways I’ve never experienced.
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New You Can’t Hire Me Posts of the day are up.
I’m hoping to get two to three letters up a day every weekday.
I’ve written more in the past three days than I have in the past eight months.
In case you don’t follow him, you really need to fucking start.
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Truth, except there is no mention of Chuck Norris. Pretty sure Barren’s chat is where those started.
They also left out Mankrik’s wife.
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All of our dice, both dice bags were made by my wife. The red one is mine, the green is hers. The chest is community dice. The small cube is cabal of green d6’s that have been cast from my collection for being horrid.