This is fantastic:
I know I’ve said it before, but birds flying into my peanut butter fingerprinted and slobbery dog nose streaked windows is enough to make me doubt Darwinism.
This really should have come before the sex post, but I was trying for comic relief
I promised some musings on love, did I not?
Ya know, the Beatles said that love was all you need. They might be onto something there, but I’m betting they already had a roof over their heads, food to eat, and a Playstation, which is why the song does not include any of these essential items.
Anyway, on to the ramblings (can’t let myself get distracted by classic rock, except it’s on my mind this week because I found Last.FM and dayum, this is fun, it’s like Flickr but with music, kinda, okay not at all, but it’s fun to play with). Shit, I’m rambing again.
This week makes 20 years since my wife and I said “I do.” Keeping with the music theme, did you know that the #1 song the week we were married was “With Or Without You,” by the Ipod Spokesband formerly known as U2?
The time has flown by. That she hasn’t gotten sick of my shit and kicked me to the curb is testament to her patience (or perhaps her Irish need to feel like she is constantly doing pennance, dunno).
Love you wife.
It can only get better
Well, the overwhelming response to my last post tells me y’all like to hear about sex.
Did you know, that for every 35 pounds lost, a man gains an inch of Penis length?
(It must be true, I heard it on Oprah. Something to do with fat deposits or something or other. Oh, yeah, if you have 200 orgasms a year, you’ll increase your life expectancy. And now that I’ve used Oprah and Penis in the same blog post? Hello, googlers! All we need is boobs and we’ll have a trifecta).
The good news? I’ve now lost 37 pounds on my weight loss program.
The better news? I have another 70 to go (at least) to get to where my appropriate weight is for my height and build.
Now all we need is a little time to play Hop on Pop to put this theory to the test…