Friday, April 23, 2010

Well NOW I do...

Dear Boy George,
If someone already wants to "hurt you" and "make you cry", I honestly don't think that asking them if this is the case via whiny, irritating song is going to be helpful. I certainly don't think it's going to make them want to hurt you any less. I mean I didn't care one way or the other, but now I kind of want to slap you. Get my drift? You should find another way to ask this question.
Love,
Listensugar

Friday, January 15, 2010

Rockin' Robin!

Listen up, Nerds!
I'm still in the process of figuring out "Mobile Blogging" so I got a Twitter account. -listensugar-You should follow it immediately, as I'm able to update a lot more with information that will help you lose that spare tire while gaining insight into today's investment trends. Jay Kay! C'mon though, it'll be fun.
Twit me like you mean it!!!

Monday, January 4, 2010

Turn that crap down! What? Speak up!




Old People.
There might seem to be no feasibly effective way to communicate with them.
They can't hear music, it's all too loud. They can't hear you talking, it's not loud enough.
So what's the solution, you ask? How can I remind Great Aunt Myrtle that the pants go the outside and the underwear inside without screaming my head off? Again?
RAP IT. I know it seems obvious, but the only way you're going to get dear old Myrt's attention for sure is to hip hop it and give it a little flava. You're just going to have to break off from the standard formula of lyrics, as follows:
WE WENT TO THE DANCE CLUB
WE SAW A GIRL THERE
SHE HAD A BIG BUTT
SHE WASN'T VERY TALL
IN FACT, HER NICKNAME WAS "SHORTY"
THIS PRETTY MUCH DESCRIBES ALL OF THE GIRLS WE SAW AT THIS PLACE
WE BOUGHT THINGS
MANY OF THESE THINGS CAME FROM EUROPE
SHORTY ALSO HAD LARGE BREASTS
WE ENJOYED THAT

Thursday, December 31, 2009


When confronted by a stuffed olive of unknown origin, you can't assume that it contains something reasonable such as pimento or bleu cheese.
It might contain A PIECE OF WEIRD CRAZY FISH WITH SOME KIND OF JUICE IN IT THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO THROW UP AND JUNK -PUNCH WHOEVER HAD THIS TERRIBLE IDEA.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Do This Instead


Gentle Reader:

I'm going to post more stuff soon. I swear to God and Amanda. I just never seem to have time to get on here at the same time I think of something interesting to say (normally between the hours of 1-5 AM) so I'm implementing a new policy.

If something comes into my little brain and I'm anywhere near a computer, I will actually write it down.

Even though I'm extremely busy doing extremely important things like making certificates for myself about how busy I am.

In the meantime, here are some entertaining diversions for you.












Tuesday, December 8, 2009


Scallops will be asked to leave.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Bidness Plan

Alright, so here is how sucessful businesses are planned.
I have two very lucrative ideas, thought out between the brilliant business minds of myself and Ted Turner. *
The main thing to keep in mind is that the name of the business must involve a pun. In fact, create or invent the entire concept completely around this pun.

For example, I present to you my new Incorporated Surrogacy Service, Wombs to Go.
It's everything you could order up in a kid. We just take your DNA, make it a little better, and voila. Your child will come out with a birthmark on its chest that looks like the Lacoste Crocodile and will never get sick or ask to spend time with you.

That way, you don't have to worry about such trivial pregnancy details as not drinking heavily and taking pre-natal vitamins. You can concentrate on the important things a well-to-do young mother should be concerned with,
such as whether the child should be named Aysshlyn or Ayesshliynne. **
Also that the corner of the cabinet where you hide your coke stash *** is baby proofed.

My other business plan involves the development of a combination campground/marine park. Sort of like KOA meets Sea World. This will naturally be called All in Tents and Porpoises.
Right?
Look for me on the cover of FORBES.





*also myself

**neither of these

**Oh, c'mon, Girls' Night Out!