I’m A “Woman of LA” and I Call Bullshit!
If you’re not familiar with the Murray Hill Video,where have you been and watch the provided link. DJ Lubel has made an LA one, called “THE WOMEN OF LA,” about how he can’t get laid. Watch:
Ok, super funny. Yes. Completely accurate descriptions of parts of LA. Yes. But there are magically lots of people getting laid here. I don’t exactly know where they are, or who they are….but I assure you Mr. Lubel, it ain’t because the girls are turning every guy down. No….Just NO. Maybe it’s because when assholes (note, I’m not saying nerd, I love nerds, hit on gorgeous women (also not saying anything about myself…) they get turned down for being asses. Just a thought.
SSG’s Fables: The Tortoise and the Hare
So I hope you all remember Aesop’s Fables, and the one about the Tortoise and the Hare. Basically, the Hare (rabbit, bunny…what have you) ran ahead of the Tortoise (turtle…any other names??) so confident in his speed, that he plopped himself down before the finish. And who won the race? The slow one. The turtle. The TORTOISE.
Men, Gentlemen, FELLOWS. People of the opposite sex, lend me your
ears err, attention, just for a moment. I know you didn’t all watch Sex and the City. So you might not know this infamous “Jack Rabbit” scene: Continue reading
Walk of Shame….London style, with a side of French
You might recall I posted this video about a year ago…
Haha, funny british girls wandering around London with their bits hanging out (sorry, I am probably coming back to America speaking like MAdonna….deal with it!) So, the video was hilarious…until I had such a morning….Today! Here! In London!
Oh, and did I forget to mention, my sim card died (so no working phone, or clue of where the hell I was) AND my bag had gone missing! Such a sadsingle moment…so luckily my tube card was in my jacket, and le gentleman (oh yeah..did I also forget to mention that he was FRENCH. I can’t get an American in America, but I can come all the way to London and manage to get a Frenchman) gave me some pounds for a taxi.
Well, since I had no clue where I was, I decided to hoof it to the tube, and make my way back to my B & B. Where I still have no bag, but at least I’ve got a working phone now. And plans for another evening out on the town. Because apparently there is a game called “Ring of Fire” that I am about to be taught…
more to come…