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Stuff I Hate
19. That my leg hair seems to grow 100 times faster between the hours of 8:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m. Even if I pass the early morning leg hair test (by running the palm of my hand up and down my leg to make sure there is no unsightly stubble), I will always have gorilla legs by lunchtime.
20. The pinhole that is poked into every Starbucks coffee lid underneath the words “Caution Contents Hot.” You don’t recall seeing it? It’s there. Go look right now. I’ll wait . . . . okay. Is there a purpose for that little hole? I mean, other than to squirt drops of grande non-fat no whip mocha on my forehead each time I take a swig?
21. Figuring out the plural form for Starbucks. For example, I was telling my boss how many Starbucks locations there are immediately off exit ramps on I-64 (I can’t tell you how to get to my house, but I know there is a Starbucks located 0.5 miles off of Exit 256B, even though the sign says it is 1.3 miles away). I could have said “Starbucks locations” like I did in the last sentence, but that would be intellectually lazy. Instead, I’ll take a blog poll. What is the plural form of Starbucks? Starbuckes?
22. People who think they can pluralize any word by adding an apostrophe s. That really gets on my nerve’s!
23. Xangans who constantly update the date/time stamp on their old, unedited entries so they appear at the top of my SIR list every fucking minute. Dude, I already read your shit.
24. That annoying beep from Nextel Direct Connect Walkie Talkies. Still, that the beep doesn’t annoy me as much as cell phones clipped to one’s belt. I mean, really.
25. People who wear those hands-free cell phone headset devices on their ear even when they aren’t talking on the phone. Hello? Are you a goddamn cyborg?
26. Misleading sales ads. Like when I see a sign on top of a clothing rack that says “SALE! $10.00 and up!” I suppose the key words are “AND UP” because usually, except for one cheap ass tank in a size zero that is marked down to $10.00, everything else on the rack is $58.00.
27. That the shortened form of the word ‘refrigerator’ is ‘fridge.’ Shouldn’t it be ‘frige’? Where did the letter d come from? Someone explain this to me now.
28. People in the service industry who call me a fat ass by pretending to give “helpful suggestions” about my order. Examples:
TheGoddess: I’d like a Coke, please.
Waitress: A diet Coke?
TheGoddess: I’d like a grande mocha, please.
Barista: Non-fat and no whip?
29. The concierge at the hotel in D.C. I stayed at last month. I asked him where the closest Starbucks was located, and he told me that there wasn’t a Starbucks nearby per se, but the hotel across the street had a Starbucks stand open every weekday. Au contraire mon frere! The dumby concierge is a big fat liar. The hotel across the street had a coffee bar, but it was not a Starbucks. I think it was called Perk Works. Perk Works?! Listen, you can call any dark-colored carbonated beverage a Coke, you can call any plastic covering for your leftovers Saran Wrap, and you can call any copy you make a Xerox copy. BUT THE WORD “STARBUCKS” CANNOT BE USED AS A BRAND EPONYM TO DESCRIBE ANYTHING THAT RESEMBLES COFFEE. Starbucks is Starbucks. Everything else is just coffee. So sayeth me.
Try Finding A Bra For This
When Lindsay Lohan said she was going to work out with a trainer and eat healthy because she “wanted her boobs back,” she should have been more specific about the location. [Photo from The Superficial.com]
Random Email Exchange
TheGoddess: The only things you left in the hotel room that I saw were your deodorant and a comb. I packed both. I’ve been using your deodorant to control my crotch sweat, but I’m happy to return it.
Heidi: That’s funny. I’ve been using the deodorant to control feminine wetness!
TheGoddess: I guess that means we’ve technically had sex.
Heidi: Yeah, and that’s not even counting that time we were really drunk.
From JORDANSMORGASBORDEN: The Funniest Niece on the Planet
Age 9

Jordan: That was the first kiss I’ve received from someone who wasn’t a relative. – announced to our dolphin swim group after she got a ‘kiss’ from Lester the Dolphin at Discovery Cove.
Heidi: (assisting Jordan with science homework) Which of these scientists thought the earth was the center of the universe?
Jordan: Cornucopias.

Jordan: I like your t-shirt.
TheGoddess: Do you even know what it means?
Jordan: (indignant) Yes! It is talking about Brad Pitt and Jennifer Lopez.
Jordan: Mom, what is that pink triangle thing on Brady [her dog]?
Heidi: That’s his penis.
Jordan: (giggling) Do all boys have one of those?
Heidi: Well, it looks a little different on a human, but yes, all boys have a penis.
Jordan: (still giggling) I’ve never seen one before… they’re gross.
Jordan: (singing Avril Lavigne’s Complicated) . . . take off all your crappy clothes.
(We are teasing Jordan for getting the lyrics wrong)
Jordan: Stop making fun of me!
Heidi: Maybe you need to learn the lyrics.
Jordan: Maybe [Avril] needs to learn to be a better singer.
Jordan: I’ve decided that when I get married, I’m going to have my wedding in Hawaii . . . but my groom is going to pay for the airfare.
Jordan: In thirty years, we will have clothes that can talk. And that will be cool. [Ed. Note: I’m not sure I want to hear what Jordan’s underwear has to say].
More Offensive T-Shirts From My Collection

From T-Shirt Hell, which brought back their Worst From Hell T-Shirts, no doubt because of the overwhelming response to my call to arms.
My t-shirts don’t just offend; they also raise money for breast cancer research:

I had to wear a bra for this picture. Boobs, support . . . get it? Ha! October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, so go buy your t-shirt HERE.
MORE INDISPUTABLE EVIDENCE THAT GARY GULMAN WANTS ME TO HAVE HIS HOT, COOKIE-LOVIN’ BABIES
see previous Gary entries HERE and HERE
Not surprisingly, Gary did send me a totally unsolicited (except I gave him my address) autographed picture of himself, as promised:

At first I thought there was no way this was actually Gary’s signature. It was probably a stock photo forged by some PR person because surely Gary is too busy lusting after me to sign autographs, right? But he must’ve made an exception for me. When I attended another show of his a few months later, he begged that I let him sign one of his CDs to give to me. Reluctantly, I agreed. I personally witnessed him autograph the CD, and after extensive analysis, I’ve concluded that the handwriting is the same as above, even though he signed the CD “Gary Gut.” Gary Gut?

I can’t help but notice that, once again, Gary added a HEART, TWO Xs and TWO Os. That’s two kisses and two hugs, folks, which is practically making out. At this point, I started to feel a bit guilty about Gary’s shameless crush on me; after all, he does have a girlfriend. But before I could break free from his love-grasp, Gary insisted I take another picture with him, so there would be photographic evidence that he did not, in fact, have sweaty pits after this particular show.

I know this picture looks innocent, but I swear on the baby Jesus (even though I’m not religious) that Gary isn’t wearing any pants. I had to crop out the good dirty parts to protect the virgin eyes of my younger readers, so you’ll have to take my word on this one.
Given our busy schedules, we probably won’t see each other again for a while, but Gary promised to write often:


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