Three Tips to Get Rid of Your Man Boobs and Muslim Women Have the Answer to Skin Cancer
Somehow the above come up on google with my science fiction book, Captured.
Go figure!
Yes, for sure I’d like to get rid of my man boobs, if I had a pair -but I barely have woman boobs, and I think it’s pretty obvious why Muslim women have the answer to skin cancer. It’s actually not the answer, it’s more of the prevention. I wonder what their Vitamin D levels are?
Hear me sigh? As Chris at Stumbling Over Chaos commented about yesterday’s post - here’s hoping there’s no blood pukage. I should only be so lucky - blood pukage via the nose. TMI?
The thing is - there are lots of ways to die, I mean, we all gotta go someday…but don’t fuck up your liver with methamphetamine abuse, alcohol abuse and dirty needles. Nasty way to go. Think of the family members and friends who have to witness your awful demise. Be considerate. This is why I write romance - to escape the yucky stuff!
I had the funniest who’s on first conversation with one of the Scottish rugby guys yesterday at the ballgame - in between his yelling -
“Hit the fookin’ ball over the bluidy wall, Booker!” (John Bowker, RF)
Him, poking the pack of my head. “Why does it say 1B next to ‘is name on the scoreboard?”
Me. “Because he hit a single.”
Him. “But he’s on second base.”
Me. “Because the next batter sacrificed him to second.”
Him. “Wha’s a sacrifice?”
Me. “It means when the next batter came up to bat, he deliberately bunted for an out. He sacrificed his at bat to get the guy over to second base.”
Him. “Wha’s a boont?”
Me. “When the batter just rolled the ball down the line so the first baseman had to come get it. He could only get the out at first base so the runner got to second.”
Him. Silence, pondering. “But why does it say 1B next to ‘is name on the scoreboard?”
Me. “Because he hit a single.”
Him. “But he’s standing on second base.”
Me. “When you hit a single, they put 1B next to your name on the scoreboard. If you hit a double and get to second base on the hit, they put 2B on the scoreboard, and so on.”
Him. Pondering in a cute Scottish sort of way. “But he’s standing on second, so they should change it to 2B next to ‘is name. Run ya bluidy bastarrrrrd! “Ey referrrrrreeee, ya soock!” With a collegial pounding on my back for emphasis.
Baseball and drunk, profane Scotsmen, two of the great wonders of the world.
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April 11th, 2010 at 4:37 am
You have patience! I wouldn’t be able to explain that twice. I’d give up.
Here’s hoping no pukeage today.
Hugs,
Amber
April 11th, 2010 at 1:46 pm
Oh Amber, a man with a Scottish brogue can say anything he wants to me and I’ll answer! There is nothing sexier. He can look like a basset hound and I’ll still answer!
April 12th, 2010 at 4:23 am
Too funny. I felt like I was at the game with you and your Scot’s friend.