The Different Things to Me Issue
In This Issue
-1- Editorial
-2- Elephants Aren’t Players… They Just Crush A Lot
-3- Jump For Your Love
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What up, elves and ogres? *Grunt* Sorry, had a conversation about Lord of the Rings earlier today and we compared some of our friends to the characters in the movie. Try doing it with your friends, it can be pretty funny. Just don’t tell your girlfriend she’s Smeagol.
Ahhh, girls. A coworker today asked me what I would write about if I didn’t have these relationship (or lack thereof) issues. It reminded me just how powerful love and love-type stuff can be. To be honest, I think that’s what pulled me from my posting lull. Love and attraction just stir up so many emotions, that you almost don’t know what to do with yourself half the time. Love can move your pen to write volumes. It sucks.
With so many unfamiliar occurrences in my life at the moment, it’s been difficult trying to get my bearings. I think it’s time for a laugh. I’d like to laugh, how about you? Well, go on now. Say something funny. Go on… I have to say, I sometimes feel like a little monkey. That sounds weird, but I don’t know how else to describe it. I feel like a little monkey with red overall shorts and those little hats, with a weird little monkey smile with big ol’ monkey teeth. People will randomly ask me to say or do something funny and then I get all funky monkey. Like, give me something to work with here. Should I do a little jig? Should I jump up on a table and start riverdancing? Should I recite a Xanga post by heart? Do I go into a stand-up routine? Give a dog a bone, people. I’m like that Pyro guy from the X-men movie/comic. I need something to start off with, a little spark, then I’ll make fire.
My present spark? Life in general is spark enough. I think a poo story or Smurf story or a wacky animal story is in order.
Be easy.
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Happy birthday to my sis! Love ya lots!
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So apparently I’m not the only one trying to get in shape and lose (or redistribute) a few pounds. A zoo in Alaska is building the very first elephant treadmill. The zoo is having discussions with engineers and manufacturers regarding the design and construction of the thing. Sounds like an expensive project. I think I’ll submit a cost-effective proposal:
Ok, fine, let’s say they do build this treadmill. Tell me how you’re going to convince the elephant to use it. Put a girl elephant in a bikini in front of it?
Now, maybe things were different in my day, but weren’t elephants always big and fat? Why are you gonna make him work out? That’s like telling a porcupine to get some hair gel. That’s like suggesting a kangaroo get one of those baby backpacks. That’s like telling a turtle he should buy a trailer home. That’s like telling a rhino he should get a nose job. That’s like telling a bald eagle he should join Hair Club for Men. That’s like telling a penguin he should put on some sweatpants and loosen his tie. That’s like telling a bird he should take the bus wherever he’s going. That’s like telling a racoon he should put cucumber slices on his eyes. That’s like telling a giraffe that he should try wearing turtleneck sweaters. That’s like telling a bat he should get Lasik surgery.
Let him be. He probably didn’t even think anything was wrong. Let him be the way he was meant to be. I’m sure he’s happier that way.
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A buddy and I driving at night. It’s quiet.
“…Girls… I hate girls, man.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Girls are my weakness.”
“They’re every man’s weakness.”
As much as girls can be the great motivator for men, they can just as easily be the downfall of a man. When it comes to women, logic and reason cease to exist for both the guy and the girl. A man will put everything on the line for a woman: family, wealth, health, job, freedom, friends, respect, the remote control…
A guy racked up a $24,000 credit card bill at a strip club in New York. Try explaining that to your wife. He’s suing the strip club. I say he sue the organization known as Women. I mean, come on, taking adavantage of a poor guy like that. That’s like getting a woman drunk, taking her to a warehouse full of designer handbags, and then accepting her credit card. You know it just ain’t right.
A man has got to be a man, people… except when a woman is involved. Then a man will be whatever the woman wants him to be. Men will do all sorts of ridiculous acts when a woman is involved. Women should open up a circus and just have a bunch of men performing stupid man tricks: putting down the toilet seat, using coasters, arranging throw pillows, telling the boys poker night is over early because the missus wants him to mow the lawn in the morning, reciting multiple names for the same color, thinking of alternative ways of describing how they did nothing today (making stuff up), writing poetry for special occassions, smiling awkwardly when that special chick catches his eyes, attempting humiliating, destined-to-fail pick-up lines…
Ladies, all I’m saying is you have great power. Probably more power than you ever imagined. Use it wisely. For with great power, comes great responsibility. You claim that men run the world. Truth be told, the only reason men seek power is to impress women. Even the most powerful men go home to their wives and say, “Yes, dear” when it’s time to wash the dishes or take out the garbage.
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