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  • mistermuse 11:02 pm on June 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: 13, computers, females, Friday the 13th, , , , sexual humor, wine women and song,   


    What do alcoholfemales and electronics have in common, you ask? I thank you for asking, as that just happens to be what I was about to write about (while I’m sober).

    The answer to that question, if you must know, is that all three facets of it have the inherent property of being able to confuse me if indulged in excessively. Correction — with the last two of the troika, even the least interaction has the potential, at their whim and discretion, to turn me into a quivering paroxysm of bumfuzzlement (a word which, for those ingrates who don’t make it their business to follow me faithfully, you will find defined in my previous post).

    Now, you take my wife — please! Ha ha ha (I bet that Rodney Dangerfield, if he were still alive, would wish he’d thought of that one). I love my wife as much as any man, which might impress you more if I were bisexual….but the point is that my wife is a woman, which doesn’t always work to my advantage. For instance, if I (perish the thought)  or any man should take his beloved for granted when he wants food or sex on demand, she may get the mistaken impression that he’s an insensitive boor who thinks only of himself. But enough about her.

    Now take electronics — specifically, computers. Like females (which computers probably are), they seem to have minds of their own, can immediately and irretrievably dismiss my most brilliant postulations if I touch the wrong button, and they have no conception of, or sympathy for, the unfairness of it all. Furthermore, certain computer alternations seem to live in different time zones.

    For example, suppose I were writing a post about Friday the 13th which, being a logical man, I might wish to publish on Friday the 13th. So here it is, just before midnight on Thursday the 12th, and the time at the bottom of my computer screen nears 11:59 PM. So I wait until midnight — even one minute after, to be safe —  and click “Publish,” but is my post dated the 13th? Of course not — in that alternation, it’s 11:01 PM –still June 12, and my post bears that date instead of June 13.

    Now, if computers were like high-rises which often skip from the 12th to the 14th floor without committing building code violations (or collapsing), I might be able to overlook such high-handed treatment. But my computer is no taller than a breadbox, and in any case, I doubt that it’s superstitious. Obviously, this leaves me with but one choice.

    I give up.



    • Don Frankel 4:19 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Muse there is definitely an evil spirit in my computer who can wipe out whole paragraphs on a whim. He can only be combated by persistence, patience and the frequent use of the word “mutherf*cker’.

      If we say it is the 13th, then it is the 13th.


    • mistermuse 6:37 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Don, this being Friday the 13th, it is fortunate that you use the short version of your first name, because if you go by the number of letters in Donald Frankel, things might not go well for you today. Let us hope that our friend Ricardo Cahill realizes the chance he’s taking if he doesn’t do something about his name today. Fortunately, he has a number of suitable options: Rico Cahill, Ricardo Molehill, Ricardo Camountain – which I’m sure he will appreciate my bringing to his attention.


    • arekhill1 10:02 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I always can use my preferred nickname, ¨Chill,¨ which as bestowed on me by telemarketers in a hurry to pronounce ¨Cahill.¨I´m making my annual trip to Mexico anyway, where I am inevitably addressed as ¨Meester Richard,¨since ¨Cahill¨is apparently very difficult to pronounce for Spanish-speakers. Only fair, since many, many of their words are unpronounceable for me.


    • mistermuse 3:56 pm on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I wish you hadn’t disclosed your preferred nickname, Chill, because I’ve grown so accustomed to Ricardo that I just can’t relate to you as “Chill” (maybe if your photo pictured you with a cold one in your hand, it would help me to make the connection – or to call you “Meester Cerveza”).

      Have a happy Mexico.


  • mistermuse 12:01 am on March 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: adulterers, dirty jokes, English from Latin, , , raunchy jokes, , sexual humor   


    As a pubic service, I’ve been gathering up dirty jokes to celebrate Earth Day on April 22, but with winter apparently determined to go on and on, March will probably linger as long as December, January, February and the last Ice Age. And who’s to say that the first twenty-one days of April will go any faster? No, my fellow Cold Wearyers, the time has come to bust out of Mother Nature’s freezer and thaw out our frozen libidos with some hot humor, which, as you may know, is Latin for humor. Funny how the English left a perfectly good word unchanged for a change — they’ve screwed around with so many, if you’ll pardon my French.

    Just a reminder that what follows is rated “R” for Raunchy, so if you are under 21, you must be accompanied by an adulterer before proceeding. In the event that an adulterer is unavailable, a prostitute will do the job, but please keep your whore stories to yourself.

    What do you call a 13 year old Kentucky girl who can run faster than her brothers?
    A virgin.

    What did the elephant say to the naked man?
    Hey that’s cute, but can you breathe through it?

    An envious gal tells her new, more beautiful girlfriend, “I’ve slept with a Brazilian.”
    Friend: “What are you, a slut? How many is a brazilian?”

    What’s the best thing about dating homeless women?
    You can drop them off anywhere.

    “Do you want a bag?” the cashier asks the guy buying condoms.
    “No. She’s not that ugly.”

    What do you call a cheap circumcision?
    A rip-off.

    How do you find a blind man in a nudist colony?
    It’s not hard.

    Why do they call it the Wonder bra?
    When you take it off, you wonder where her boobs went.

    What should you do if your girlfriend starts smoking?
    Slow down. Try using a lubricant.

    What did the cannibal do after he dumped his girlfriend?
    Wiped his rear end.

    What do you call a bunny with a bent penis?
    Fucks Funny.

    That’s all, folks!

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